Resultado narrado por "Camille Quinn" em Todas as categorias

My gift has always felt more like a curse. Standing up and speaking the truth when nobody wants to hear it is terrifying. But the truth doesn't erase the horrors I've seen. It doesn't silence the whispers, or blind me to the fingers pointed my way. Doing the right thing never brought me anything but trouble. So finding myself held captive by a sexy-as-sin duo who loathe me on sight doesn't come as a shock. What does surprise me is how quickly my anger for them burns out, leaving a ferocious need in its place.

It should have been an in-and-out job. Find the girl and bring her home. But we're not the only ones who came for her. And when our rescue mission goes horribly wrong, we find ourselves stranded and alone in the unforgiving jungle. With death stalking our heels, every day becomes a battle for survival. A battle not all of us will win.

I used to be that girl. Before loving you. The daydreamer who believed in fairy tales. And I knew I was right to have faith when a moment of serendipity led me to both of you. The three of us were blissfully happy, until your lies were exposed and the dream faded. Now I know that falling in love was just the point of impact, a single moment when life veered dangerously off course. Now I'm that girl.

Born to a man of faith who let his vision for the future twist his mind, I learned to stay in the shadows, collecting the kids that ended up in this godforsaken place with me. They're the lost ones, and I'm their Wendy. The forgotten one, the dud, the failure. My only use now is as a future breeder to the cause. But they've taken enough, and I'll be damned if I let them take more. When the chance of escape is dangled before me like a carrot on a stick, I take it. I run with my lost ones toward a new life where the kids can be kids, and I can be free.

Racing is in our blood, and he's under my skin. Now, if I can just get into his head and stay out of his bed, we'll both be on the right track. We're just nearing the finish line, when he throws out the caution flag, sending me crashing into the wall he keeps around his heart. Too bad for him that wall is now crumbling.

Brade Oliver arrives in Grand, Montana, looking for blood—and answers. Genetic tests reveal that his biological family may reside in the small, western town, and he's on a mission to finally discover the one thing his adoptive family couldn't give him: the truth.

My stepbrother, Derek, has always been the ultimate temptation, but he’s kept me at arm’s length. That is, until one fateful night at a wild frat party when his lips claimed mine, igniting a fire within. The sparks fly, but there’s a catch: Derek has a secret life that he’s been hiding from everyone, including me. A life that could change everything between us.

Every porn scene is a record of people at work. But on-camera labor is only the beginning of the story. Blending extensive fieldwork with feminist and anti-work theorizing, Porn Work details entrepreneurial labor on the boundaries between pleasure and tedium. Rejecting any notion that sex work is an aberration from straight work, it reveals porn workers' creative strategies as prophetic of a working landscape in crisis. In the end, it looks to what porn has to tell us about what's wrong with work, and what it might look like to build something better.

I just started my dream job. Too bad it comes with movie mogul Jake Dalton, who's equal parts sexy and arrogant ass. He's also a man who comes with a thousand warning signs. Good thing I have zero interest in complicating my life. But while stuck on set in one of the most exotic places in the world, the desert heat isn't the only thing making me sweat. When we finally give in . . . the sex is off the charts. But Jake has too many secrets, and combined with my past, trust is impossible. This craziness is temporary, right?

There is nothing better than a mocha frappe on the way to the office in the morning and Sunday spent on South Beach. I'm getting closer to the big 3-0 and finding that perfect guy is getting harder and harder even though I work for a sports agency buzzing with jocks. They are married, players, or jerks.