検索キーワード： ナレーター "Shiloh James" すべてのカテゴリー

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it's Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don't kill innocents. It's my only rule. The woman doesn't scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn't run.

I've always wanted to be a musician. Not necessarily famous, but the way I connected to music, I dreamed of people feeling that way about mine. Starting a band with my three best friends was a no brainer. No, it wasn't instant success, but it didn't take long for us to get noticed. There's not many all-female metal bands, and we understood that helped propel us into the industry. We wanted to prove we were more than eye candy and were an awesome band. Being women and wanting respect, we lived like rock stars, doing what our male counterparts did. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

I’ve always had too many men in my life. My overbearing father. My domineering older brothers. My invasive nephews. The Trents and Caruthers run this town, and although I’ve never given them a reason to worry, they treat me like I’m made of glass. They’re wrong, though. At twenty-one, I finished college in record time, I own my own business, I pay taxes, I don’t party, and I’ve never broken a law. But I have one secret: I raced to grow up in case he ever came back home.

When I was three years old, I started drawing a house with a red door. Next to the house I drew a happy family—a husband, a wife, a baby, and their dog. For years I cried every night, clutching the drawings, begging my mother to take me home to my real family. I was labeled odd—a talented child with an overactive imagination. But one day I wandered straight to that house with the red door, and I found the man and the dog I had been drawing.

When a group of six strangers are invited into the woods for a content creator retreat where they’re guaranteed to make money, it seems like a perfect escape. However, as accidents turn into incidents and blood begins to spill, they start to suspect they were lured into the wilderness for a reason. Is someone messing with them? Is someone watching them? Who will survive?

Kade and Hunter Caruthers. Brothers. Twins. My cousins. In a way, they’re my family. Protective. Indulgent. My best friends. But there was something else there, too. That ever-present whisper that reminded me more as I got older that we didn’t actually share any blood. They used to be inseparable. We all were, but not anymore. I don’t know why Hunter left or why he joined a rival team in Weston—that Rebel town across the river—to stand on the opposite side of the field from his brother, but Kade is out for blood now and Hunter has finally decided to engage.

Everything I've known is a lie–except for the love I have for my soulmate, Wes, and his pack. Ghosts of the past threaten the pack and the life I'm starting to make for myself in a world that isn't mine. As I unravel the truth about my past–and myself–it could change everything. My love for Wes might span the universe, but is it enough? A love that spans the universe. A second chance at romance. A secret she can't remember that could tear them apart. Again.

He’s showing me a lot more than he should. The one time I choose to be unpredictable, I find myself practically naked in a dark cabin on a ranch, face-to-face with a smirking man barely wearing a towel. Despite his chiseled body and a wicked smile that makes following the rules feel optional, nothing happens. Why? Because I, Audrey Van, don’t know how to have fun. I came to my friend’s cabin with my whimsy list in hand, determined to fix that. I’ve earned my doctorate and built a career with zero parking tickets and even fewer hangovers. I’ve been so good … and so boring.

Bunny Jones has a secret life… By day, she’s an investigative assistant who blends into the background. By night, she’s the Shadow Siren—a ruthless vigilante delivering brutal justice to men who hurt women. The only person she can’t seem to hide from is the detective who knows her better than anyone, because he’s already helped her cover up a murder—her husband’s. Hunter Remington has always wanted all of Bunny—her heart, her trust, her darkness. But after surviving an abusive marriage, she’s hesitant to open herself up to love again.

I should’ve trusted him, believed him when he told me he was only trying to keep my safe. I thought the worst was behind me. Little did I know the worst was yet to come. Kidnapped by a man capable of the worst kind of evil, I am thrust into a dark and dangerous world where blood and wealth are the only things that matter. I’m a pawn in the war for power. The man I was desperate to escape from is now the only one that can save me. I’ll do anything to be back in his arms. He saved me once; he’ll do it again.

Get ready to enjoy this contemporary short story collection of sultry erotica that was written to raise more than your eyebrows.

One evening, two years’ worth of memories lost. Under the pretense of recovery, my father sends me to an elite boarding college, but soon, my memories start rushing back, and it’s obvious I’m not at Lakeside to heal. I’m here to hide. Navigating the scattered past to decipher the threat lurking in the shadows is hard while I’m kept in the dark and even harder when he steals my focus. Crude, arrogant, and threatening, he draws me in, and the closer I get, the less I understand. Waking up without memories is terrifying, but remembering the time I lost is infinitely worse.

The Backstage Pass Collection is a steamy, emotional rockstar romance where fame is loud, love is messy, and second chances don’t come quietly. Fame. Temptation. Second chances. Welcome behind the curtain. The men of BENT rule the stage — sold-out arenas, global tours, and a lifestyle most only dream about. But when the lights dim and the crowds disappear, real life crashes in. Old flames reignite. Scandals threaten everything. Secrets demand reckoning. And love — the kind that changes you — refuses to stay quiet. From a second-chance reunion that never truly ended…

I’ve always wanted to be stalked. Turns out, I already am. Signing that contract was supposed to give me control, masked strangers, the illusion of danger, and a fantasy I could walk away from. Except the men who answered weren’t strangers at all. They chased me through cemeteries, cornered me in libraries, and left notes on my pillow while I slept. I thought it was a game I controlled. Then the masks came off. They intercepted my contract. Hacked the website and manipulated everything to make me theirs. One of them has been watching me for months before I ever signed anything.

When I was young, I often dreamt of an alpha boy. With him, I belonged. I was important. Loved. We were going to marry and be together. Once I actually figured out how to get to him. But that was years ago and the foolish fantasies of a lonely teenager. Parallel worlds were only a theory. Alpha males were assholes who wanted to get their way. Soulmates were just stories for children. Then everything changed. One morning, I woke up on a park bench, unable to remember my name or how I got there. There was something not quite right about this place–and clearly I don't belong here.

She was enraptured by the man they called Romeo the moment that he turned those butterscotch-colored eyes her way. What wasn’t to love about a big, burly, plaid-wearing lumberjack? He was tall, gorgeous, and knew how to wield a chainsaw better than Leatherface. He could fell a tree in seconds, had thighs that were as thick as said trees, filled out a pair of Wranglers better than any cowboy ever, and didn’t care that she could operate heavy machinery better than him. He was everything a girl like Mable could ask for. The caveat?

Gia Durante's grandfather had owned the Mafia underground until he was killed before her eyes when she was only two years old. The man who wielded the knife that put her family on it's knees was none other than her future father-in-law, Eoghan Green.

For a solid five years, Jasper Madden has done nothing but look the other way when it comes to Calliope Hodges. At first, she was way too young for him, barely eighteen the first time he laid eyes on her. It also didn’t help that he’d witnessed her at the lowest of lows, practically making peace with rock bottom. But as time goes by, he realizes that Calliope is different. She’s a brave, stunning young woman that has slowly captured his heart while he was watching from the shadows.

As a princess of the Great House, I should have been untouchable. But in a cruel twist of fate, a ruthless family of enforcers claims the right to choose any bride. Now I'm to marry the infuriating Graysen Crowther. Our loathing is legendary, but with only a wall between us each night, hatred burns into something far more treacherous. One touch and I might lose something far worse than my life—my traitorous heart.