Bøger af C a Rene

Travis Greene has lived most of his life shrouded in fear and shadows. Fear of a father's wrath, a mother's disdain, and a coach's attention. Love and intimacy came hand in hand with pain and disappointment, but he hid all of it deep inside the shadows of his damaged heart.Adrianna Hinton was the one bright light in his pitiful childhood, the sunshine to his cloudy days. She stood by him, endured his moods, until one terrible day when his life took a tragic turn. He pushed her away, felt like he didn't deserve her love, and has been suffering the consequences ever since. Then Ember Craven forced her way into his life and heart, giving him the chance to have a real family, one that loves unconditionally. His heart began to heal, sealing up old wounds, and he found himself opening up to the idea of true love. But how do you choose between two people whose souls seem threaded together? Is it possible to have more than one soulmate? Emmett Torres and Adrianna Hinton are willing to give him the world, but each of them provides something different. When life throws Travis one last curveball, all of his newly formed bonds are tested. He hits rock bottom and sees no way to claw his way up from the pit he finds himself in. Just when he thinks he couldn't sink any lower, he realizes...There's always worse.

I've always been obsessed with the notion of family, how a group of people share the same DNA. I longed to find my own group, the ones whose blood sings the same tune as mine. Maybe it's a result of being an orphaned child, of being left on the steps of a church at just a few days old, but I can't ignore the yearning any longer.I want to find my family.All it takes is one test, a single swab, and my whole lineage will open up before me. Maybe I could look the woman in the face who abandoned me and demand answers. Maybe I will stand toe-to-toe with my father and watch as his face transforms with elation at the sight of me.I'm ready to go home.

XavierDay in and day out.Every minute like sand in a hour glass, and each one identical to the next.I teach the science of time, conveying a message of life wasted on a daily basis.To a bunch of morons.I didn't think my sands of time could get any worse.Until Nicolas De Aragon wandered into my classroom. NicoI found a class called Horology, and when I learned it had nothing to do with sex, I was disappointed.The human race has bored me for millennia, and I really thought I stumbled upon a gem.Without a single lesson in blowjobs, I began to feel the boredom creep back in.Until Professor X opened his mouth to berate us all. *This is a 21k M/M vampire romance and contains adult content.

Tempest SkeighIt's addicting.The pull of a melodic beat as it teases your body into moving, The heat of your skin as it warms under the eyes filled with lustful intent, And the rush of your blood as you bare your soul.Dancing has always been my life, No matter if it's on a pole or a stage.It was supposed to change my life and take me to better places.Instead, it threw me into his clutches and I can only hope to escape with minimal damage.Raiden JamesIt's addicting.The sounds vocal chords can make as they vibrate with song or scream, The tip of a sharpened blade as it sinks into flesh, And the gentle caress of blood as it coats your skin.Singing on stage has been my life, But the promises I made in exchange for fame are daunting.Now my vengeance is close at hand and my foes are lined up in a row.Then she drops in my lap and it takes everything in me not to slice her open, Just to coat my skin in her blood.

Tempest SkeighIt's addicting.The pull of a melodic beat as it teases your body into moving, The heat of your skin as it warms under the eyes filled with lustful intent, And the rush of your blood as you bare your soul.Dancing has always been my life, No matter if it's on a pole or a stage.It was supposed to change my life and take me to better places.Instead, it threw me into his clutches and I can only hope to escape with minimal damage.Raiden JamesIt's addicting.The sounds vocal chords can make as they vibrate with song or scream, The tip of a sharpened blade as it sinks into flesh, And the gentle caress of blood as it coats your skin.Singing on stage has been my life, But the promises I made in exchange for fame are daunting.Now my vengeance is close at hand and my foes are lined up in a row.Then she drops in my lap and it takes everything in me not to slice her open, Just to coat my skin in her blood.