Résultats pour "Fleur" dans Thrillers et romans à suspense

Durant la canicule de l'été 1961, un officier de police de la grande ville est dépêché à P., petit village perdu dans lequel on vient de faire une macabre découverte : Joël, 16 ans, a été retrouvé découpé en morceaux dans une des cuves de l'usine de confiture.

Il y a les cicatrices qu'on voit... et celles qu'on dissimule. Hannah : Un instant, je réalise à quel point je suis chanceuse d'être si bien entourée par cette immense famille. Et celui d'après, je me rappelle qu'un trou béant creuse ma poitrine et qu'il m'a rejetée. Les émotions que ce constat réveille se bousculent en moi sans délicatesse, m'empêchant de me décider sur une question pourtant très simple. Suis-je heureuse ?

Sa vie n'est pas un conte de fée : c'est un épisode de Sons of Anarchy. Ghost : Quand on ne connaît pas le fonctionnement d'un MC, on ne comprend pas tout de suite les relations entre les membres. On ne réalise pas que les liens familiaux dépassent ceux du sang. Là où on place la loyauté au-dessus de tout, on nous catalogue immédiatement comme des hors-la-loi. Quand on colle un patch avec notre nom sur le cuir d'une régulière, on passe pour des machos.

"Puisqu'on me prive de ta présence, Héloïse, donne-moi au moins par tes mots la douce essence de ton être." Ces mots concluent les lettres qu'Héloïse Kaldan, journaliste à Copenhague, reçoit régulièrement depuis quelque temps. Postées de France, elles sont signées d'une certaine Anna Kiel. Héloïse n'a aucun lien avec cette femme. Pourquoi celle-ci s'obstine-t-elle à lui écrire ? Que cherche-t-elle à lui dire ? Trois ans plus tôt, Anna Kiel a égorgé un avocat de 37 ans. En cherchant à comprendre le mobile de ce meurtre, Héloïse rouvre sans le savoir une page d'un passé qu'elle croyait définitivement tournée.

Soley a tout ce dont elle a toujours rêvé : amour, succès et argent. Après avoir découvert dans la presse que son petit ami la trompait, Soley décide de rentrer chez elle, en Cornouailles, à Blooming Hall, le manoir de ses grands-parents. À peine arrivée, elle apprend que ses cousines Dalia et Tumboa ont trouvé un tableau dans la réserve, un portrait à l'huile d'une femme lui ressemblant étrangement. Pourquoi leur grand-mère avait-elle caché cette peinture ?

Sophie doesn’t sing, not since that day. The day her world was turned upside down and living amongst the shadows now seemed like her only option. But out of the ashes, hope can arise. To protect her heart and mind, Sophie starts a new life and tries to forget. But distancing herself from the past always comes at a price.

Fiona is devastated when her husband Charlie commits suicide after the accidental shooting of his friend. Though Fiona decides to keep farming their successful property, rumours that she intends to sell keep circulating. When Detective Burrows arrives to sign off on the investigation into Eddie's death, his suspicions are aroused by some strange anomalies at the scene. As Dave becomes increasingly convinced that something sinister is going on, Fiona finds herself dealing with disasters at the farm.

When 25-year-old journalist Zara Ellison receives her mother's ominous text message, 'Call me when you can', Zara knows it's not good news. Two weeks later, Zara has left her much-loved city life to relocate to Barker, the sleepy country town in which she grew up. For Zara, family comes first. But she needs to work too, and the town's police force is a rural journalist's best source of information. Meeting Detective Dave Burrows and Dave's second-in-charge, Senior Constable Jack Higgins, is a priority.

With the sickening realisation that his cover has been blown, Detective Dave Burrows knows his family is in serious danger from the vicious stock thieves and murderers, Bulldust and his brother, Scotty. Devastating news brings Dave back to Barrabine, where circumstances force him to question his determination to stay in the police force. How could he live with himself if anything happened to Mel and the kids?

After the death of her husband, Adam, in an horrific plane crash, Gemma Sinclair defies community expectations—and Adam's dying words—by deciding to hang on to Billbinya, the 10,000-hectare station he bequeathed to her. As if Gemma's grief and the job of looking after Billbinya aren't enough, a wave of innuendo soon sweeps the community that Adam's plane crash was no accident. Police officers confirm the rumour when they visit Gemma and tell her Adam's death was almost certainly related to his involvement in a cattle and sheep duffing ring.

After the family's devastating tragedy, Detective Dave Burrows is crystal clear that his wife, Mel, is no longer interested in their marriage. Before Dave can talk to Mel, he and his partner, Bob Holden, are sent to investigate a suspected sheep stealing at a station north of Carnarvon where they very quickly realise that this crime is a lot more than just stock theft. As a ferocious tropical storm floods the airstrip and uncovers more than anyone expected, Dave and Bob find themselves isolated, outnumbered and in extraordinary danger.

When Sassi Stapleton receives a middle-of-the-night phone call to tell her that her beloved grandmother is unwell, she quickly puts her job on hold, packs her ute and sets off on the long drive home, knowing her grandfather will need her. Less than an hour away from Sassi's hometown, Barker, she swerves to miss a roo and her car rolls down an embankment. By the time Sassi is found, her grandmother has already passed away.

At twenty-eight, I'm not supposed to be raising my three orphaned siblings and trying to run our family's pub alone. When dangerous men come to collect on Da's debt—one I can't pay—I go to the only person who might be able to help. My closest friend, Aidan. Only he's not who he says he is. As a member of the Donnelly family, and the biggest crime organization in Dublin, he's able to pay off the debt and keep my siblings and me safe. His price? Marriage.

Cian Donnelly is my Da's bitter enemy. He's also the man who won me-and my virginity—in a single hand of cards. Now, he's come to collect. Except I'm tired of being a pawn in a game I have no wish to play. Maybe it's time to make my own rules. The only thing I have to lose is my heart.