Showing results for "Alchemy" in Contemporary

All's fair in love and war at a tattoo parlor—until a stalker enters the picture—in this deliciously dark romance from the author of the Lakes Hockey series. Even before her father's death, Kelly Everhart always knew Logan Teller was someone she could rely on. Now he's taken over the Black...

Shame. Prejudice. Fear. All woven into the very fabric of my being. I'm swathed in them like the most suffocating cloak. Beneath this toxic mantle, I wear my desires close to my heart. Where it's dark. Where they're safe. Until I meet Darcy, a dancer at Alchemy and the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. The only problem? Her boyfriend, Max. She makes me feel alive, but he arouses emotions I've taken great care my entire life to condemn and deny and bury. Emotions I've always been taught are sinful and wrong.

I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front-page tell-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furor rages around our divorce, two things become abundantly clear. One: it's time for some decent orgasms, which is why I've joined the Unfurl program at London's top sex club, Alchemy. Two: it's time to take control of the narrative, for myself and for other women. That's why I plan to document my sexual revolution on camera.

A Very London Christmas is a grumpy sunshine, single dad, nanny-boss romance containing enough festivity to warm the Scroogiest hearts and a healthy sprinkling of Christmas spice!

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

All I wanted was a glass of wine and a bath after a hard day at work. Finding my boyfriend in bed with his secretary? Definitely not part of that plan. What's a woman to do? If your guess is to relocate across the country—ding-ding-ding—we have a winner. My new life plan: spend my nights...

Adam Wright may be a self-made billionaire, but he's also a beast. Most children grow up hating a storybook villain. Based on the injuries that man inflicted on my brother, I grew up hating a real one. When he sort of kidnaps me and drags me back to his fairytale mansion, it feels like yet another cliché antihero stunt. Here's the thing, though. Most villains don't weep real tears when they see you having a diabetic episode. They don't abandon their billion-pound empire so they can roll up their sleeves and pull your company back from the brink of bankruptcy.

When Claire gets a text from her roommate asking how her blind date is going, she realizes she's over an hour late. She bursts into the coffee shop searching for “blond hair, red shirt" and sees him sitting in a booth in the back, the only guy who fits the description. Except when she walks up, Sonny has no idea who she is. He wasn't expecting anyone, let alone a gorgeous woman with a smile that could melt glaciers. But something about Claire's flustered charm sparks his interest, and in a spur-of-the-moment decision, he decides to play along.