hilary lyon

Jordan Silver is the author of more than one hundred and fifty novels and novellas spanning multiple genres including romance, erotica and new adult fiction. All works feature over the top alpha males and the women who love them, with a happily ever after guarantee. Colton Lyon is a tough as nails biker who has no time for bullshit. He’d long given up the easy life afforded him by his wealthy upbringing to live life on his own terms. He lives hard and loves harder but has yet to meet a woman he’s wanted for more than a few screws that is until he meets his new assistant. The mousy little filly who’s afraid of her shadow. He gave her a week, even though his right hand man had begged him to give her the job. Nothing he hates more than sniveling females afraid of their own damn shadow. Kat’s moving halfway across the country to escape a dark past that’s left her scarred. Barely eighteen, she should have her whole life ahead of her, but instead fear has robbed her of the spark she once had. When she first meets her new boss she knows there’s no way she could take the job, he’s just too much of everything with his gruff demeanor and those smoldering looks. The first time she almost swooned at the sight of his muscular tattooed arms she knew she was in trouble. Meanwhile; Colton was trying to figure out what kind of hex the little mouse had worked on him to keep her on his mind. No matter how he tries to avoid it, there’s just something about her that keeps him

At the dawn of humanity, when tribes flourished and war was a constant shadow, I, the chief of my tribe, stood at a crossroads. Our enemies had already made their choice, transforming into creatures of the night—blood-drinkers, immortal, unstoppable. No tribe could challenge them, and we were next in line to face their wrath. Time was running out. To protect my people, I had to make a choice: remain human, or embrace something else entirely—something darker, monstrous. I chose survival over victory, and though we didn’t win, we lived. But that choice came with a price. Now, I awaken, memories lost, uncertain of who I am or what I’ve become. The consequences of my decision still haunt me. As I search for answers, I must decide whether to reclaim my place as alpha, or live as a banished omega, forever carrying the weight of my betrayal.

The year is 1982. Duran Duran tops the charts, the internet isn't a thing yet, and young Hilary Baxter is employed as an au pair halfway around the world. Her charge Hasiba happens to be a beautiful, exotic woman nearly her own age, and heir to the throne of her tiny island nation. Hilary's only job is to keep her out of trouble.<br><br>After some time on the local party circuit, Hilary discovers keeping Hasiba out of trouble may not be as easy as it first seemed. To make matters worse, Hilary finds herself falling in love with her charge, while all Hasiba seems to be interested is flirting with the eligible bachelors on the island.<br><br>Things come to a head one night when Hasiba's partying takes her too far. Hilary steps in with her own special set of rules -- and punishments -- to correct a situation that's gotten out of hand. But will Hasiba accept Hilary's new, sterner stance? How will an heir to the throne take to being disciplined? And will Hilary's feelings for Hasiba allow her to do what needs to be done?

An executive’s wife sees a camel running down the highway towards Lyon, a big city in France. Yet her husband refuses to believe her.<br><br>That night, she and the camel embark on a series of unforeseen and humorous adventures, but still her husband refuses to believe the animal exists.<br><br>That is, until she gets the last laugh.

David was an 18 year old orphan virgin that was super smart with the IQ of 301 and he had an eidetic memory. Even though he was smart he only got a job as an computer analysis that pays really badly so he was dirt poor. Today, Jacob decided to take a walk to clear his head after he walked a block that when he was hit by the legendary Truck-kun!! After Jacob die, he went to see the goddess reincarnate where the goddess told him he can make three wishes. What would he wish for?!? Would David survive in cultivation world?!?! And would he loss his virginity?!?!? Find out now!!!!! -------------------------------------------------- Photo does not belong to me! And hope you like the book.

1bab 4k-5k/kata(jadi mungkin lama saya update) sipnosis: Dua abad setelah mengorbankan segalanya demi menyegel Raja Iblis, Lyon Goddsky, sang Kaisar Sihir, terperangkap dalam keabadian. Dunia yang ia selamatkan kini damai, namun kutukan Raja Iblis terus menghantuinya. Akankah ada yang mampu mengakhiri penderitaan ini, atau sejarah kelam akan terulang kembali?

SENSITIVE TOPIC TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : novel ini mengandung religious trauma, self harm, depression, sexual harrasment, su!c!dal. jika ada yang dari salah satu kata diatas yang dapat menyebabkan trigger mohon untuk tidak membaca nya jika tidak nyaman terimakasih. arthur adalah seorang anak remaja yang menyukai seni. itu semua berubah saat dia memasuki jenjang smp, dimana dia masuk ke sekolah agama islam khusus laki laki..

While the heart still beats, continue moving forward, even if life is as dark as the deepest cave. While we are breathing, life must go on, no giving up. While still living, find the meaning and purpose of life. Five powerful kingdoms fight each other; having conflicts and wars for pride, power and honor. This novel speaks of the peculiar adventure of Journey, who joined the Kalonian force, is known as one of the strongest soldiers to exist yet remained in her rank in the military. Throughout her life, she always carry memories from her past, what memories could they be? Even though she's stuck on her past, she must continue to move forward. Who knows what troubles are ahead of Journey? What fate has arranged for Journey?

The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical. Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable. With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question. Excerpt: Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps. His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement. When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck. Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel. Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box. Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable. It was all for first love. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”