My name is Cale Kinley and I'm a virgin... Well, with the exception of my tongue. The countless things I can do with my tongue are bound to leave you breathless and begging for more, but more... is something that I can't give. It's a choice. My choice. There's a reason for that. A very good reason, and that reason is her. Riley. She's the only woman that I want to bury myself deep in. The one woman I have wanted since I was old enough to fu*k. I never got my chance though, because she left. She had no choice and it stung like hell. But I couldn't let her leave without telling her how I felt. I wanted her to be my first and I didn't give a shit how long I'd have to wait. It's been six years and now she's back and sexier than hell. Just the sight of her stops my heart from beating. I want her and for more than just having her as my first. I'm determined to have her in every way possible. She thinks this is still a game; that I've already given myself to countless women. What she doesn't know is that I have a lot of willpower. When I want something as badly as I want her, I don't let shit stand in my way. I'm going to prove that to her. There's just one little problem I need to take care of... him.

My name is Slade Merrick and I'm a sex addict . . . I've been told it's a problem. I see it as a passion... something I'm good at. And who stops something that they're good at? They want me to seek help. Don't judge my lifestyle. You're no better than me. Just admit it, you like to have sex too. Sex is what I do best; my own personal high, so I embrace it instead of being ashamed. When I'm not fu*king, I'm slinging drinks at Walk of Shame or stripping my way into your bed, another thing I'm good at. Every woman's darkest fantasy brought to life. So, am I stopping? Hell no. Sex is beautiful, raw and erotic and I get off knowing I can have it with anyone I want . . . with the exception of her. Aspen. She walks into the club swaying those hips, instantly drawing my dick to attention. She's pure perfection. That is, until she opens that mouth, drawing me in, and for the first time in forever, I want something more than sex. I want her, and she hates it. Things get dirty. Dirty is what I like... it's how I live. But she's playing a game she can never win. . .

My name is Hemy Knox and I'm a heartbreaker . . . I've hurt the one person that means the most to me in life; the only woman I have ever loved. I let the drugs, alcohol and wild lifestyle take over and consume me. I got her where I wanted her and ripped her heart out. Since then, I've spent countless nights having dirty, meaningless sex with a multitude of people; only leaving them wanting and begging for more with no regrets. Some may even call me the devil; soulless. They look and judge, but there is one thing they don't know; no one does. I want more than this life of stripping and sleeping around, the never-ending party. I want love and everything that comes with it; that high that never ends. The problem is . . . I only want it with her. Onyx. She refuses to be mine . . . again. She's smart, guarding her heart while ripping mine right out of my chest. I can't say that I blame her. I always was a dumb ass when it came to the emotions of a woman, especially her. She wants to see me suffer as much as I made her; watch me wither and die at her feet. She wants to crush me until I'm no longer breathing, and I will let her, because it hurts far less than not having her as mine. I will stop at nothing to make her mine again. The pain only drives me harder, feeding my fury and giving me a reason to live . . . her.

Ken Follett’s magnificent historical epic begins as five interrelated families move through the momentous dramas of the First World War, the Russian Revolution, and the struggle for women’s suffrage. A thirteen-year-old Welsh boy enters a man’s world in the mining pits. . . . An American law student rejected in love finds a surprising new career in Woodrow Wilson’s White House. . . . A housekeeper for the aristocratic Fitzherberts takes a fateful step above her station, while Lady Maud Fitzherbert herself crosses deep into forbidden territory when she falls in love with a German spy. . . . And two orphaned Russian brothers embark on radically different paths when their plan to emigrate to America falls afoul of war, conscription, and revolution. From the dirt and danger of a coal mine to the glittering chandeliers of a palace, from the corridors of power to the bedrooms of the mighty, Fall of Giants takes us into the inextricably entangled fates of five families—and into a century that we thought we knew, but that now will never seem the same again. . . .

"The feeling I have in this very moment, after not seeing her for so long, will haunt me forever, reminding me why I left to begin with." For as long as I can remember, Easton Crews has been off-limits. As much as it kills me, that's never going to change. After his little disappearing act three years ago, then suddenly showing up out of nowhere, I shouldn't want anything to do with him. It doesn't matter how beautiful he still is. Or how close we once were. It shouldn't matter that my entire body lights on fire with need whenever he gets close. He chose the worst possible time to leave without so much as a goodbye. However, just like the first day he walked into our home, I'm drawn to him, needing him near me just as badly as I need air to breathe, and I can't stand it. I want to hate him. I know I should hate him. But hating him is the last thing he'll let me do. I push, he pulls harder, until I'm completely wrapped up in him, my mind lost in the one person who is forbidden-the one person I've always loved, even when he belonged to someone else. Easton was never meant to be mine. It took me years to come to terms with that and now that I finally have, he's here, right in front of me, more irresistible than ever. The part I fear the most about that-he's the one person capable of completely wrecking my world. "I'm not leaving until you take all of your hate out on me. Let me feel it. All of it. Every dirty look. Every nasty word. I will have it all before I leave. Stop hiding from me."

A broken girl... Twenty years old and I'd finally had enough. I couldn't take anymore, so I packed up my things and disappeared, leaving behind my drunken, abusive father and the mother that stood by and watched as I slowly died. I knew I was going, but not where I'd stop. The last thing I expected once on my own, was to be spending my nights stripping at a club in Florida, barely getting by. I should have known running from a past wouldn't make it stop haunting me, because misery will always find me and tear me down until there's nothing left of me. It always has... Things can always change though, right? Like looking up at a handsome, tattooed stranger, and with one stare he has me questioning everything I've ever believed in. I wasn't expecting or prepared for someone to storm into my life. Not him. Jace Montgomery. The name I'll never forget. The need to save me lies in his eyes, but I don't need a savior. Trust- what he wants to teach me. That I'm something more than what I've grown up believing and that I'm worth loving. Those are the things he wants me to believe. How am I supposed to let him in and show me I'm something when I've spent my entire life being... nothing? He won't give up, and honestly, I'm hoping he never does... Because maybe... just maybe... I am worth saving after all.

She belongs to my brother...I've stood back for years watching Dax repeatedly screw things up with Kennedy, as if he doesn't think anyone could ever swoop in and steal her away. Breakup after breakup, they always end up back together, even though I've always had a thing for her. I'm tired of waiting. He had his chance. I want mine.When Dixie's Alibi - her Grandmother's bar - needs a new cook for the food truck, I jump at the opportunity, despite the fact that Kennedy Ward hates me. At least, she pretends she does. We both know she secretly wants me and always has.One way or another, I will get her to finally admit it, even if it involves losing my brother. I plan to play dirty - real dirty - just like he did. This time I'm going to beat him at his own game. I wanted her first, and he knew that, but our age kept us apart. Not anymore.Now, I'm grown and ready to take what should've been mine to begin with.