Résultats pour "Ivy" dans Psychologie

By day, Ivy Marrow saves lives. By night, she decides who deserves to lose them. Trained as a surgeon. Hiding in plain sight. Ivy has one rule: only the guilty bleed. But when Lucien-a dangerously charming intern-uncovers her truth, the line between obsession and destruction fades fast. As Harrowgate Memorial descends into blood-soaked chaos, Ivy must make an unthinkable choice; protect her secret, or survive the monster she helped create. Justice has never been so precise.

Traveling to be with her fiance's terminally ill mother in her last days, Saoirse Read expected her introduction to the family's ancestral home would be bittersweet. But the stark thrust of Langdon Hall against the cliff and the hundred darkened windows in its battered walls are almost as forbidding as the woman who lies wasting inside. Her fiance's parents make no secret of their distaste for Saoirse, and their feelings have long since spread to their son. Or perhaps it is only the shadows of her mind suggesting she's unwelcome, seizing on her fears while her beloved grieves?

FBI Agent Ava James had a difficult entrance into the FBI. After shadowing famed agent Emma Griffin inside the disturbing underbelly of Windsor Island, Ava James is now ready to carve out her own path in the agency.

Er kennt dich. Er will dich. Und er wird dich jagen. Nach der Veröffentlichung ihres Serienkiller-Buches "Das Herz des Jägers" zieht sich die Journalistin Carmen Jacobs in eine einsame Hütte im Wald zurück, um endlich zur Ruhe zu kommen. Doch dann findet sie einen Umschlag auf ihrer Veranda, der Fotos von brutal ermordeten Frauen enthält. Die Polizei glaubt, dass es sich dabei um einen PR-Gag ihres Verlages handelt. In ihrer Verzweiflung wendet Carmen sich an Griffin Archer, einen attraktiven Computerexperten und Software-Millionär.

I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.