Bøger af J R Gray

My soul mate is my natural enemy.Or close enough.He's a vampire and I'm a wolf.Our kinds are at war. A centuries old blood war.I can't stay away from him. I hate him, but I want him.Our love is a standoff. For every inch I take, he pushes a mile.The world is against us. But I'm so tired of fighting the ties between us.For every wolf that dies at the hands of a vampire, I feel more guilty.Yet I go to him over and over and we use each other just enough until next time.I can't stop.We both swear it'll be the last time, but here we are again.The cycle never ends.But this time it has to.I must either choose him and betray my people or walk away for good.

Welcome to Black Diamond Resort and Spa... and my exile...A guy in a skirt wouldn't turn a straight guy on, right?I spent the last decade performing next to him.I've never looked at him as more-until I walked in on him in a skirt.He's as broken as I am. We survived our childhood together. And when he's finally trying to embrace the parts his father tried to beat out of him, I can't handle it.He's taunting me with smeared eye-liner and a filthy smile, singing to a sold-out crowd, and it's getting too hot under these stage lights.I can't look him in the eyes.I can't be with him-not like that-but I can't stop thinking about him.He's pushing me over the edge.Now we're banished to this forsaken celebrity timeout-to play emotional chicken-and he's determined to make sure I lose.He'll push every button I possess until I give in.

My father's the president and my brother's the golden boy which leaves me the black sheep. The son who never wanted to be here at all. The white house my gilded cage, and the secret service my prison guards. I'm nearly twenty and nothing about my life is normal. The only thing giving me life and any motivation to get out of bed is the way he looks at me. The stolen glances across the West Wing. Heated gazes in the private dining room. He's my father's best friend, which isn't even the worst part, he's also the vice president. Utterly off limits and I can't bring myself to care. Can't bring myself to stop encouraging his flirting, dreaming, and hoping he won't be able to resist me forever.

I should have been on top of the world but I was trapped, suffocated by fame. My life wasn't my own. I belonged to the fans and the media. Too famous to leave my house without attracting a crowd. Fame and anxiety prevented a connection. I was doomed to stay a virgin forever, or so I thought until I fell for the one person forbidden to me: My director.Four months of working side by side while trying to keep my hands to myself or one of us would lose our job. The temptation was going to kill me.Unwritten is a standalone, steamy slow burn, age-gap with low angst, and a dog that's in charge.

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don't exist. Only my opponent exists. I'd been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I'm hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can't resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I'll never get over him. There isn't a chance in this clouded hell.

Movie star 102: The headlines are never what they seem. Quellcrist wasn't new to fame or the effect it had on a relationship. He'd been married in the spotlight for as long as he'd been famous. But that was before Hale. He knew it was going to test him but even he hadn't known the toll that months apart would take on his fledgling relationship. Longs days of shooting, different time zones, calls every day dwindled to days without calls, and rumors were all over the rags. Through it all Quell had to battle his own worst enemy but he didn't know how to win against something inside him. Depression ate him whole and pain took over. There was so much more at stake than losing his boyfriend, he was losing his best friend. His lifeline, the love of his life. Was there any way to come back from the damage done? Can they rewrite their ending?

Turns out trading a spot on the cheerleading squad for a fresh fade and all-new pronouns was more of a recipe for disaster than happiness. Coming out as trans in rural Alabama, where football rules and cheer is life, might have been the worst way to start my senior year. There are no safety nets for people like me in places like this. But sometimes, hope shows itself in the most unexpected places. New friends help us survive -and maybe- thrive. But falling for Sebastian was not part of the plan.Embracing my identity put my happiness at odds with my safety. I'm terrified. Terrified to be me. Terrified to be happy. Terrified to love him. Welcome to senior year.Try to make it out alive.

I worshiped at the altar of pain, surviving on avoidance, physical to avoid the mental, anything to forget what I'd lost. When Remi walked through the door, I felt like I'd paid my price for the passage through hell and been granted a taste of Eden. Remi was my oasis and I was going to drown myself in him. But life takes with no remorse and everything was a mirage. The past won't stay dead and a cruel phantom comes to destroy our happiness. The more we need each other the further apart our lives drive us. I'm torn between my perfect past and the hope of an oasis, and either choice demands I cut out part of my soul.

☆ A Buzzfeed top 40 of 2019 Must Read Romance☆Movie star 101: A smile hides all pain. Quellcrist King has been playing a part his entire life. The more famous he becomes, the more he hides. The only person he ever let see the real him rose with him from nothing to the very top. They were the king and queen of Hollywood- and then she wanted a divorce. The only way to survive his depression is to bury himself in work. If he can be a character, maybe he won't have to remember himself. A gay role can't be any different than playing a straight one, can it? But instead of finding solace in the character, he finds it in his costar. Hale becomes his best friend, his lifeline, the light in his darkness. Quell is forced to examine everything he thought he knew about himself while filming intimate scenes with Hale that feel more real than anything ever has before. He's lived his entire life following the script. What would life be like unscripted?

The last thing Daniel, a hard-working public defender, expected to see the morning after a one night stand was his hook-up staring back at him from the wrong side of the law. Assigned to work his case, Daniel vows to keep things professional with Rafael but has a hard time controlling his craving for dominance, the control, and the connection they shared. Rafael, a paid Dominant in the Chicago underworld, has been dealing with a cop problem for far too long. Used to sex with no emotion, he's entranced with Daniel's submission, his innocence, and...could there be something more? Can Daniel clear Rafael's name, keeping him out of jail and in his life, with the odds, a cop, and the mounting evidence against them?

Iris Black There are moments in music when the crowd becomes part of the song and we all lose ourselves to the energy. I wanted to drown myself in the music. It became my escape and my savior.I thought success was what I wanted, but it only intensified my misery. Fame is a monster, and it ate me alive. I tried it all to get out of my head: sex, drugs, and rock and roll. I'm living the dream, but it only numbs the pain.Caspian came into my life like a storm, and I knew he'd leave the same way.We were two vessels made to fit. Chemistry woven in creation.There's no escape, there's no surrender.His Pretty Black forever.But he broke me and I don't know how to forgive him.Is it foolish to do it all again?To find our way back to the place it all began.I've mourned his leaving so many times, I don't have it in me to do it again.

Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of England I couldn't be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn't miss a thing. I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn't resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn't want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret. But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they'll lose me the crown.

Alister FoxThe pretty boy. The loner. Old Hollywood.I had all kinds of names as the least known memberof the most famous band in the world.Behind all the hype and masks, I'm just a Pretty Wreck.No one knows the disaster I am, my secrets hidden behind style and a smile.I've been running for as long as I can remember, but I can't get away from the gilded cage of fame.I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep it together.I'm forced to go back on tour to play the summer concert circuit, and so is the guy I've avoided for two years.Ten years older than me, he's the bassist for the hottest punk band.He beds a different girl every night, but while the rest of the world slept, he'd crawl into my bed.He's the only person who has ever felt safe, but he's straight, so I ran from him, too.Now I have to face him and it's all unraveling.I'm afraid I'll be the first to break, bringing our fame crashing down.Kingsley ColeMy words have gotten me in trouble for as long as I can remember.They got me suspended from eighth gradeand banned from online forums, but they also made us famous beyond our wildest dreams.Poetry and scorn.My deepest thoughts, raw and exposed for the fans to consume.They spawned rumors and ruin, and they're about to do worse.He hasn't spoken to me in years.But our secret keeps bleeding into my songs.My next album is a ticking time bomb and when it hits, it will be the end of us.What will be left but a pretty wr

Caspian LockeI don't think we even begin to understand love until we've lost the one we thought we'd spend the rest of our life with.I don't think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it's most likely our fault.And I don't think we begin to understand life until we understand it comes in so many shades of gray.You can be a good person and still do irrevocable harm.Life is messy, so fucking messy.I hate it.Or maybe I hate myself.I thought for a long time I hated him.But I can't hate Iris.No matter how much he hurts, I still carry this little fucking wish in the depths of my soul that one day he'll forgive me and admit he still loves me.Part of life is living with the burden of what I've done and waiting for a day that will never come.This is that life.And we all come out Pretty F*cked.