Kirjahaku

Baby pranks, baby scares, or the real deal?Ninni lives for pranking the crap out of K-Pop.She'd do it with him 24/7-sorry: do it to him.As in prank him.Yep, their thing has everything to do with pranks.Nothing to do with an insanity-in-a-bucket attraction.It's not like he's drop-dead gorgeous and has infinite charisma or anything.His brain isn't Donald Duck, Einstein, and Shakespeare in one mischievous swirl either.Nope The girls of Blossom Field Avenue #246 and the Dudes of #247 are at prank war.The Dudes are about to get upstaged.It's the prank of the ages Perfect. Legendary. Life-altering.Wait: baby-inducing?No worries, though. When pranks OD on love, the Dudes and the Blossoms know exactly what to do.#PrankLove in Blue is no. 3 in the #LovePranks series. It can, without an issue, be read separately from the other books.

"Bo Lindgren: musical genius and heartless heartbreaker." -Star Gossip, January Edition. My bestie, Zoe, talked me into going to the concert. It was just one show. Neither of us could have foreseen the rest. "Meet Bo Lindgren, the most coveted bad boy of Indie Rock."-Fan Chicks, February Edition. Rock god. Legend. Prodigy. Pale winter eyes that seared you to the bone. First, he zeroed in on me from the stage. Next, he shook the hell out of my lonesome world. "Bo Lindgren leaves own concert with dark-haired beauty."-Tabloid Minute, Thursday Edition One night with a rock star would have been fine. But Bo felt my darkness, my secrets, my guilt, and his heart wasn't as empty as people thought. Fast, I became his muse. Too soon, he craved more than I could give. There was nothing I wanted more than his love, but if I surrendered, I'd be giving up my normal, my reality, my... Jude. "Did waitress Nadia Vidal inspire Bo Lindgren's viral smash hit, 'F*ck You'?"-Star Gossip, April Edition This is a standalone in the Rock Gods Collection.

"I devoured this book. Sunniva Dee sure knows how to write an unapologetic bad boy " - LJ Shen, USA Today Bestselling author of Midnight Blue The gig was simple enough. I was to take over as the merch girl for Swedish rock god, Emil Vinter. He was gorgeous, magnetic, sexy. Worshipped by the masses for his sick talent. Me, I'm Aishe Xodyar, a Gypsy girl with a flair for dark love. I felt safe; no way Emil's sunny, extroverted disposition could feed my fixation. But under the surface lurked a self-destructive artist. An unhealthy obsession with Russian roulette. A seductive lack of compassion. A love so all-consuming it surpassed my wildest imagination. Emil Vinter became my sinkhole. By the end of the world tour, his larger-than-life presence was swallowing me whole. A standalone book in the Rock God Collection, #2.

Our relationship was a sin, they said, but how can it be a sin to love so deeply? She shouldn't have listened to them. Shouldn't have left us behind. You can't help whom you love, and without Silvina, I didn't give a damn. A mafia prince without a cause becomes a rebel with nothing to lose. My brother owned an adult entertainment studio. He wanted me nowhere near it. Thankfully, his competition did. I auditioned. Landed a contract. It's how I took my sins to a new level, my up-yours to la famiglia. Until Silvina was kidnapped, and my world was thrown upside down.

A legendary drummer. An outrageous music video... and little me blowing his ever-loving mind in it. Next thing I knew, my anonymity was a thing of the past. "Clown Irruption's smash hit goes from hawt to adult "- Star Report, April Edition. The uncensored, all-bared footage was leaked. And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did. "Meet Aishe Xodyar, the vixen who made Troy Armstrong reach Heaven on tape "-Fan Chicks, May Edition. I cowered behind enemy lines. Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour. It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations. See, Troy Armstrong was formidable. We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet. A fragile truce set in between us. Then, a mutual crush. I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl's. "Meet Hailey Pawter, secret stalker, fangirl, and dangerously gifted lookalike."-Tabloid Minute, June Edition. As Hailey's web tightened around us, love in the limelight turned from complicated to impossible. Seven Minutes 'til Midnight is standalone novel #3 in the Rock Gods collection.

Young and ADHD-driven, Pandora is unused to her sudden freedom. She whoops it up in college, living life and making #allthemistakes. Finally, she's out of her oppressive father's house At her new haunt, a sizzling student club, everything sexy and perfect (DOMINIC ) and everything beautiful and twisted (LEON ) have a way of leaving her breathless. Rumors say you can find true love in college. But what if you're wild, off-leash, you've got demons to battle, and the world at your feet? Surely, you can't be held accountable for your choices?

There were three things I, Kitty Hoskins, didn't know when I moved into the all-girls, non-sorority house Blossom Field Avenue #246:1) The house opposite ours, #247, is home to the gorgeous jerks of the Iota Fraternity.2) Lucian Spencer Anderson lives in #247 and is possibly the hottest stripper-slash-social-science student you'll ever meet.3) #246 (The Blossoms) and #247 (The Dudes) have the longest standing, most ruthless prank war in the history of rivalries. The only thing the two houses agree on is that they live and breathe for the next battle. Funny then that the real challenge is the one I never saw coming: an alliance with Lucian Spencer Anderson. When a cold winter threatens the stray cats of Deepsilver, our mutual love for animals forces us to team up. Bad, right? Well, it gets worse: we're going to need the cooperation of our two houses to pull this thing off.

A beautiful bride, a shady millionaire, a sexy fighter... and a castle.Meet Victor, an MMA fighter with his heart set on world domination. He has no time for love, which is totally dandy until a tiara-clad Helena drops into his arms at a European airport.Meet Gunther, a groom with a shady agenda. Helena, his bride, has the coldest feet in the universe. Gunther is filthy rich, but at the altar, Helena realizes she can't pop out mini-Gunthers just to ensure the upkeep of her home, Kyria Castle.The runaway bride has all the lusts: wanderlust and soon, lust for Victor. Cue her escape to Florida. Cue her new job as a Hooters girl there. Cue her side job as a ring girl In the meantime, Gunther is hellbent on tracking down his bride (read: his prize), while Victor battles his new obsession (the love of a lifetime?) Let the dramedy of epic proportions begin.A standalone book in the MMA Fighters duet.

Grief comes in many forms.There is no right or wrong way to grieve... Right?Except, what if you douse that grief with sexin ways so culturally unacceptableyou leave it to a veritable male haremled by the porn-star brother of your fianc to decide if you'll emergefrom the jungle intact?It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys.Until my fianc died and his identical twin took over the roost.Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive.What kind of twisted reality is this?Now, Luka's on a mission to fix both of our grief.Like I'd ever accept anything from him.He doesn't understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you're a promiscuous jerk.If only the nights didn't destroy me.They're painful and long and empty, until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego.That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny.Next, it's Marlon, James, Nathaniel, and on Saturday, it's Connor.By Sunday night, I get the picture.This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex.His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates' arms six of seven nights.On Sunday, there's only one man left in the house.There's no way in hell I'm opening my door-or my heart-to a porn star.

I'm not a saint. That's not why I left the mafia. I left because I'm god, because I need no one, and fail at nothing. I'm Isaias Di Nascimbeni, owner of Lucid, the biggest adult entertainment studio in L.A. Son of Il Lince and second generation Italian in the U.S, I'm dirty rich and adored by highlife as well as lowlife. Whatever I focus on turns to gold. On the Richter's scale of eye candy, I'm a twenty. I'm a hunter who tests limits. A warrior who goes shady when the law becomes dreary. While conducting business at the St. Tatiana, the most stunning woman I've ever seen enters my radar. Isn't it interesting that her name is Tatiana? Isn't it bizarre that she's a nun? Isn't it wild that she's unimpressed by me? Isn't it fucking insane that I can't get her out of my head? She doesn't acknowledge me when I return to her church. It's unprecedented. Unheard of. Not happening. But the hunt is my fetish. Novice or not, she's only postponing the inevitable. Beautiful Tatiana asked for this. By the time I'm done, she'll worship me, because now it's game on.

Man kan bli helt skadet av å være student i Bergen. Det skjønner ferskis Isabella Gyldenskiold med det samme hun entrer Kåken til høylytte "Toga-Toga" -rop. De hun bor sammen med, er mega-skadet. Fra kokke-Helene som ikke kan lage mat til eventyrgale Valemon og karate kid Hauk, eller til Maverick, verdens mest amerikanske surfer-dude. Det hjelper heller ikke at en internasjonal superstjerne har hoppet av kjendiskjøret og gjemt seg på Kåken. Eller at Isabella sin far stresser med å få henne hjem til Bærum igjen. Eller at moren hennes som ikke har gitt lyd fra seg siden Isa var baby, plutselig rører på seg i Italia. På Kåken formes vennskap for livet. Her deles alt på godt, vondt og urkomisk, og til og med kjærligheten ligger på lur.