Résultats pour "BANG BANG" dans Romance

Lady Larissa Kuttivadapa est une humaine de la haute société qui vit sur la planète Jax-9. À trente-six ans, elle s’ennuie tellement dans sa vie amoureuse qu’elle cherche des partenaires potentiels en matant au travers du plafond translucide de la boîte de nuit qu’elle dirige. Beaucoup de beaux hommes dansent sur la piste, mais elle aspire à autre chose.

Nach fast 300 Jahren kehren Ana-Luise und ihre Mutter auf der Suche nach Freiheit zurück nach Parondon. Eine Stadt, in der sie mit ihrem Alter nicht unbedingt auffallen, denn hier sind viele Menschen ein bisschen anders. Jeder von ihnen auf sehr individuelle Weise. Eigentlich dachten sie, das wäre von Vorteil, doch nach und nach zeigen sich auch die Schattenseiten Parondons. Auf der Suche nach einem Ort zum Niederlassen und einem Green-Flag-Mann wird Ana-Luise von einem Dating-Desaster ins nächste gestürzt.

Rules are made to be broken . . . If England had yearbooks, I'd probably be "Arden St. Ives: Man Least Likely to Set the World on Fire." So far, I haven't. I've no idea what I'm doing at Oxford, no idea what I'm going to do next and, until a week ago, I had no idea who Caspian Hart was. Turns...

I'm not one for rules, but Don't Bang Your Stepbro is kind of a no-brainer. Until I wake up naked in a Vegas hotel room with my stepbrother, Beckett, each of us with a hell of a hangover and a matching wedding ring.

Dominic isn't looking for love or salvation at the Thirsty Cowboy. He needs a temporary escape, and the universe provides him with the sexiest distraction he's ever seen. Sven is a sucker for sad eyes, thick thighs, and a Royal Cosmopolitan. He scores the trifecta when a broody hunk buys him a drink. Sparks fly, passions flare, and a simple kiss becomes a four-alarm blaze until an untimely interruption douses the men with an icy reality, pitting loyalty against lust.

It was supposed to be an easy house- and dog-sitting gig while the owner was gone for a month. But when my sportsing landlord comes home unexpectedly, injured and in need of a new arrangement, we end up as accidental roommates instead. But if Holt Webster, the tall, thick-muscled, square-jawed, broody-eyed rugby player, had told me he played for the Copper Valley Pounders, I would’ve told him that my stepdad bought the team while I was working cruise ships overseas.

My father really outdid himself this time. If he wasn’t already the worst, his newest demand surely gave him that title—if I wanted to take over the family company, I needed to get married. Within the next six months. He thought he had me right where he wanted me… that I’d marry one of his lackeys. A man who’d keep me in line with Dad’s vision for both me and Parker Industries. Well, dear old Dad had another thing coming. I was no pushover, bowing to the whims of him or any man. I had a plan.

Mason Blastoviak. This self-made billionaire doesn't bang the help. He doesn't get involved. And he never, ever falls in love. Cami O'Neal. This recent teaching grad doesn't do strangers. She doesn't neglect her charge. And she never, ever throws herself at billionaires, especially her hard-bodied, hard-as-nails, and very hard-to-figure-out billionaire boss - the guy whose kid sister is under her care. It all sounds good in theory. But what happens when these two decidedly different personalities are living under the same roof?

Cynthia Morrow har oplevet en ulykkelig kaerlighedsaffaere og er bange for at kaste sig ud i en ny. Hendes far, den rige godsejer, dør uden at efterlade hende andet end gaeld, så hun må saelge det smukke, gamle herresaede, der har vaeret i familiens eje i flere hundrede år - og oven i købet til en mand, som hun frygter - en mand, der er omgivet af mystik og skandaler.

Lachlan Downy was a lover, not a fighter. Okay, he wouldn't lie, he was a fighter, too. But nobody had to know that. Especially not Memphis Tennessee Conner and her stuffy attitude when it came to cops and "men like him". Memphis knew cops. Her daddy was a cop. He was also the president of a motorcycle club. Needless to say, he's about as alpha as they come, and she's tired of overbearing men who think they know how to run her life better than she does.

He was my best friend...until he became my enemy, all within the span of one night. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. The rapid fire of gunshots became the soundtrack to my life. This is the Mafia. Lines are blurred. Choices are never black and white. And the life you thought you knew is one giant lie. He was dead. I didn't want his life to be in vain, so I tried to make something of myself. Tried and failed. Now he's back. Alive. And he wants me. Nobody ever said the Mafia played fair.

Advice from my future self: Don’t ask your best guy friend to give you nookie lessons. Oops. Too late. I already begged my rock star BFF to give me lessons in seduction. And sweet, strong, always-has-my-back Shep already let me down easy, proving I have zero game, even with people who profess to care about me. Now, I’ll never live down my embarrassment or figure out why I’m a failure with the opposite sex. Or so I assume…until Shep changes his mind, agreeing to three weeks of red-hot study buddy time before he goes on tour and we part ways as friends.

All Nick Norton wants is to stay on the straight and narrow…and never get caught stealing again. Then he lays eyes on her: Stella Peretti—100 percent sexy and absolutely irresistible. Especially when he sees her smooth moves lifting a two-karat diamond. Nick realizes he’s found the sparkling woman of his dreams—one so perfect for him it’s almost criminal. The Shimmy Shimmy Bangs are master jewel thieves who are planning the heist of the century. And Shimmy leader, Stella, isn’t about to let anyone—even if he is a hunky, tatted-up studmuffin—get in her way.

Chasing my pro hockey dreams in the City of Angels has been a relentless battle. Each season feels like starting over, and being miles away from my family only adds to the struggle. I don't know what I would do without my online gaming friends. Especially @EmpressHollywood. I know nothing about her—not even her real name—but what I do know with certainty is that our chats are my lifeline. I wish she would let me in, but she guards her secrets even more closely than I do.

In the final book of the Three More Wishes Series, Norma Blaze is off limits to her brother’s best friend, Stone Jenkins. But that doesn’t stop him from eating at Norma’s café every evening. The Blue Plate Special is good, but Stone craves more forbidden fruit and only has eyes for Norma. When a huge storm hits Summer Island, Stone checks up on Norma as the lights go out, and the two finally let their desires take over. Just as they think they’ve reached their happily ever after, someone crashes their party and the night takes a dangerous turn. It’s up in the air whether they’ll survive the night or if their attraction is true love or merely a Quick Bang.

Rowan Callahan is a career-climbing attorney. But vicious - and false - rumors are destroying her professional life. That all ceases to matter when a plane crashes in downtown Chicago and the entire city goes dark, and she realizes she’s just witnessed the kick-off to the apocalypse. Armed with a backpack of supplies, she leaves Chicago, intent on resetting her skewed priorities and seeking shelter at the family farm with her father and sister. She’s injured and running for her life when she stumbles directly in the crosshairs of two men who just might be her salvation.

"You want to pay me to sleep with your wife?" Kirk is extremely surprised by Ralph's proposition. He's even more surprised by the next part: Kirk is supposed to perform badly, to make Ralph look good by comparison. And Julie isn't supposed to know that any of this was planned. It's the kind of offer any smart, sane person would turn down. But this is not a book about smart, sane people. This is "bad decisions spiral out of control" all the way. From the Bram Stoker Award-nominated author of Pressure and Dweller comes something lighter, goofier, and way smuttier.

Caryn is stuck at work without a way home. Mason has a car and is willing to help her out. Carpooling is the best solution to ensure that she doesn’t get stranded again, but miles and miles of alone time can make things intensely intimate. Mason is in the driver’s seat, and he’s prepared to take her wherever she wants to go - so long as she obeys him along the way.

Anything your tongue desires, I can bake it. Scones? Child's play. Cupcakes? I'll frost them so good you won't know what hit you. Donuts? Please! You're talking to a master baker. But there's one egg I've never been able to crack. My best friend. Correction: my former best friend. She's the apple in my pie. The whip in my cream. The lemon in my meringue. The wish in my bone. She's the one who got away.

"... synet af ham gjorde mig urolig og ør. På en pludselig indskydelse trak jeg kjolen over hovedet og smed den på gulvet. Mine trusser var fugtige af sved og begær, og jeg skubbede dem ned, så de lå i en sammenkrøllet bunke ved siden af kjolen. Vinduets glas var køligt mod mine bare bryster, og spændingen byggede sig op i min kerne. Alle mine tanker kredsede om den unge mands krop, hans rutinerede bevægelser og stærke muskler." Novellen er udgivet i samarbejde med den svenske filmproducer Erika Lust.