Résultats pour "Boy Queen" dans Romance

Il est l'un des vingt célibataires les plus convoités de la Silicon Valley, beau, riche et célèbre, mesdames, si vous souhaitez passer la bague au doigt d'Ephraïm Shuster, il vous suffit d'être l'une des dix candidates de The Queen of Hearts ! Peut-être que Virginia, productrice plébiscitée dans le monde de la télé-réalité, a eu raison de rempiler pour une huitième saison. Le but ? Former le couple le plus sulfureux et sexy du moment. Les moyens pour y parvenir ? Tous. Sans exception. Mais cette fois-ci, le prétendant semble plus malin que ses prédécesseurs.

Fate has never been kind to Gwendolyn Mary Darling Carlisle. For a brief moment, she was given a taste of the fairytale… and it was divine—until darkness descended upon Neverland. Now, the island is ripe for the taking. An evil usurper, cloaked in black wings, seeks the realm for himself. He is ripping the Lost Boys apart from within. Debts are coming due, and a dark stain is seeping into Gwen's soul.

The Sick Boys are hiding something from me. They want to pretend like I didn't kill my rapist and they didn't help. But we're not ordinary college students, that much has become clear to me, and I'm growing tired of all of the lies and secrets. Their masks are cracking, and, finally, I'm starting to see the grotesque reality underneath. It's far darker than I ever expected, and it's not enough. They know everything about me, so now it's my turn. I fear nothing. Not them. Not the man that I killed or the people who set me up.

Once upon a time I met four monsters and thought the world would come to an end at their hands. But I was a fool. Because I didn’t understand the bigger picture. That the enemies I thought I knew would become the reason for my entire existence. My strength. My pain. My life. My love. The big bad wolf has teeth and claws as sharp as iron, and the danger before my eyes is blinding. So blinding that I didn’t see the true danger lurking in the dark. But now my eyes are wide open and I see it all.

I'm on the run from a cruel alpha—the leader of the gang I was traded to. For years, he kept me like a trophy, and each heat left me with scars—ones that mark the last secret I have left to protect. Now, he's found me, and my sanctuary—the High Roller club—is no longer safe. Just when I know I'm going to be dragged back to my worst nightmare, I stumble upon a pack I never thought I'd see again. A pack that's haunted every dream since the day I met them. Kyan, Zed, and Knight are brutal boys of the streets, and they're my mates, so falling into their arms for protection should be easy.

The Reapers of Caspian Hills are powerful men. So powerful that when my idiotic stepfather offered them my little sister, I knew no one in their right mind would try to stop them. But I never claimed to be totally sane. Offering myself in Alex's place was borderline suicidal, but I strolled into the lion's den anyway. While the brothers definitely lived up to their ruthless reputation, I discovered they had a weakness after all—me.

Tut mir leid, Printsessa ~ deine Freiheit ist jetzt vorbei. Du gehörst jetzt mir. Du bist meine Rache. Die Tacone-Familie hat die Mafiya von Chicago ausgelöscht. Meine Bratva. Meine Familie. Also habe ich ihre kleine Schwester geschnappt. Und ich will sie nicht mehr gehen lassen.Ich will sie am liebsten für immer behalten – meine geraubte Braut. Statt Lösegeld sollen sie doch gleich eine Mitgift zahlen.

Atticus Dupont is my stalker. My savior. My captor. He wants to keep me for himself. I was yanked from August's arms and thrown into the deadly underbelly of the criminal kingdom. Atticus is my only ally in this place, and he revels in knowing that I must rely on him if I want to survive—if I want to get back to my future husband. Atticus is dangerous, and I don't trust him. I despise him. I ache for him. The playboy billionaire has demons of his own. Somehow, I started to fall for him, and I can't leave now. Mighty is the sword. Violent are the crown's enemies.

Bad boy goalie for the Boston Brawlers, Finnegan Reed needs to rehabilitate his image or be traded. So he goes along with the public relations plan. How bad can a fake engagement to a nerdy co-ed be? Except the nerdy co-ed has a spine to go with her gentle soul and a weakness for margaritas and hockey players. Who knew? But it's a dicey thing trying to pull off a lie when you're in the limelight, and things could go from bad to worse unless they make the story stick with a convincing performance.

Brady wouldn't have gone home for Christmas if the NHL hadn't suspended him. Wouldn't have seen his father for the first time in three years. And wouldn't have connected with the girl next door, Angela. His first love. No way she'd want anything to do with him now. He was disgraced. And she had a boyfriend. Of course. But Christmas and coming home had a way of making a man take a second look at himself, and face up to things. Brady will take a second shot at hockey, but would he risk a second shot at love?