Résultats pour "Rue" dans Romance

Rien ne prédestinait Alice Beausoleil et Marcel Dambre à se rencontrer. Pour que le vieil homme ouvre sa porte à la jeune femme trempée, il aura fallu une grève des transports, un GPS capricieux et un terrible orage. De leur tête-à-tête inattendu va naître ce qui ressemble à une seconde chance. Un nouveau rendez-vous avec l'existence, peu importe le temps qui reste... Marcel, quatre-vingt-sept ans, vit rue du Rendez-Vous, reclus dans son atelier de bottier menacé par les bulldozers.

Eingebettet in die Kopfsteinpflasterstraßen von Compiègne gab es eine Bäckerei, die ihresgleichen suchte. Gerüchte gingen durch die Stadt, dass das Gebäck einen Hauch von Magie biete und die dunkelsten Sorgen vertreiben würde. Schon ein Bissen eines Croissants kann Glück bringen, eine kostbare Erinnerung erschließen oder verborgene Sehnsüchte offenbaren. Edie Lane benötigt für das Rezept »Katastrophe« nicht besonders viele Zutaten.

On n’oubliera pas de sitôt l’éblouissante Geneviève de Lanaudière, dont le charme et le bel esprit font tourner les têtes dans les salons de Québec. Pour rien au monde elle n’aurait raté les Mardis gras arrosés de l’intendant Bigot et les bals endiablés de sa maîtresse, la Pompadour du Canada, où se nouent et se dénouent les liaisons coupables. Elle l’ignore encore, mais sa vie va bientôt s’écrouler comme un château de cartes.

“Vibrant, voice-y, tender, genuinely funny, and bursting with all the imperfect charm of a real, hopeful love. I can’t wait to make everyone I know read this.”—Casey McQuiston, #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Pairing In this sapphic homage to While You Were Sleeping, a...

Charly Witt, leader de l’équipe de mécanos du garage Angel’s road, a abandonné ses études à Chicago à la mort de son frère Matt. Elle a ainsi monté son propre business en compagnie de leur ami d’enfance, Aden. La nuit, à bord de son bolide, elle devient Indy, pilote rebelle qui court illégalement lors de races dans les rues d’Indianapolis. Son rêve : pouvoir intégrer une grande écurie. Malheureusement, son palmarès et la prospérité de son garage attirent la convoitise du gang de bikers local.

Lords of Wrath, the second book in the Royals of Forsyth University series, is coming soon!

Forsyth’s Purple Palace is more than the home of the King and Princes of East End. It’s a place known for elegant parties, deep tradition, loyalty, and family. But most of all, creation. Rub away the gold and it’s nothing but a tarnished house of horrors built on the souls of its victims-and I refuse to allow my son to be next. My Princes, Whitaker, Pace, and Lex, are good at many things, but knowing how to be a parent isn’t one of them. What they do know is how to create, how to protect, and how to draw secrets out of terrible men.

It’s not just the Palace that’s haunted by evil men; it’s the very soil the structure is built on. I’ll soon come to find the traumatic bonds that link my Princes to one another are more than mere shackles. If I want the Monarchs to succeed, if I want this baby to have a chance, if I want to survive...I have no choice but to break the ties of the Ashby brothers the same way I destroy the Palace. Brick by brick.

A relic that rewrites truth. An existential threat. And a love that might not be real at all.

Aster Wildes is not only a witch on a mission, she's about to be a mother. In one tragic event, Aster lost everything she treasured most—the home she fought so hard to keep and the vampire who had stolen her heart. But Aster is no quitter. Once her daughter is born, she'll risk everything to resurrect her vampire, even when there's no guarantee such a dangerous spell will work.

The only mistake I made was walking away instead of facing the man whose heart I broke. I ran away from the life I wasn't ready for, and in the process, lost everything I wanted. I tried to move on and failed epically. There's no moving on from Jake Findlay. Even if he thinks I have. Now that I'm home, I've got to fight my own battles and prove that I'm all grown up. Even if it means letting him in to break me all over again.

Drie vriendinnen uit Parijs staan voor onmogelijke keuzes. Parijs, 1940. Terwijl de stad bezet wordt door de nazi's proberen drie jonge naaisters zo normaal mogelijk door te gaan met hun leven. Mireille raakt betrokken bij het verzet, Claire heeft zich laten verleiden door een Duitse officier en Vivienne heeft geheimen die ze aan geen van beiden kan onthullen. Als hun activiteiten aan het licht dreigen te komen, worden ze geconfronteerd met onmogelijke keuzes.

Madame Clairac, veuve de son état, pleure la disparition de son fidèle perroquet Figaro. Le volatile s'est-il échappé ? Ou bien est-ce là un acte de malveillance ? Dans les ruelles de la paroisse Saint-André, on gagne son pain grâce aux trafics et jeux d'argent, tandis que les plus nantis se livrent à la spéculation immobilière... Un roman historique, made in Sud Ouest. Une enquête de Timothée Montcléra dans le Bordeaux de 1789 où la disparition d'un simple perroquet va se révéler n'être que la face visible d'intrigues autrement plus sombres.

Devastation and devotion are two sides to the same coin, and Brian Miller flips the coin to my heart without even trying. He thinks he's not good enough—that I deserve better than a damaged single father. But his demons can't be any worse than the one stalking my every move in our small town—the one no one can bring to justice. Despite the age difference between us, I'm not a little girl, and I know the truth. Brian will never forgive himself for not being there when I needed him most. But he's the only man who can rescue me now.

Remington Maddox broke my heart. Simon Perilini bruised my body. And Pretty Nick Bruin tried his hardest to steal my soul. As we struggle to make amends, the four of us must face the real fights occurring in Forsyth: the battle against the legacies of our fathers, the conflict for a kingdom that's stronger than its king, and the wars we wage within ourselves.

Love. The worst of all four-letter words. Nothing trumps it, but loyalty. Just as treacherous. Just as devastating. Both have ruled over me for as long as I can remember. Love. I stared down at my hands and spotted the slight tremor. He always does this to me. Always. My name is Dorin. I'm a vampire. I'm a slayer of the king of all vampires. Dracula or as I knew him, Vlad the Impaler. But before I killed him, I loved him. More than anything. More than salvation. For that, I traded my soul.