Résultats pour "The Prince" dans Suspense romantique

After the tragic death of her fiancé, Prince Phillip of Harlington, Amelia Perlington is bound by an unbreakable contract to marry his younger brother—Prince Nicolas. Cold. Arrogant. Unapologetically ruthless. They despise each other, trapped between grief, obligation, and burning resentment. But Amelia hides a dark secret—one powerful enough to destroy the crown, the marriage, and them both.

À Manhattan, la tension monte. Dans un jeu de pouvoir, la famille Rossetti a porté un coup décisif, paralysant ses rivaux - un acte qui a forcé les Fiore à faire un geste désespéré pour maintenir leur domination. À des kilomètres de là, Luca Davis, un jeune étudiant en médecine, ne...

The Legacy boys are Windsor Preparatory Academy’s most privileged. No one crosses the devil spawn of this town’s upper echelon, but I managed. I call one of them out my first day, and no one hears it louder than their blond prince.

I was traded to a monster before I learned how to run. I climbed high enough that falling felt like mercy—until his voice cut through the dark. Now the man who saved me is the one standing at my grave. Matteo Davacalli found me on the rooftop the moment I realized escape had only one direction...

Newly minted San Francisco police detective Manhattan Sloane lets no one get close. Especially lovers. Sloane has her reasons for keeping the world at arm's length. But then her first childhood crush, DEA Agent Finn Harper, reappears and changes everything. Harper has arrived in San Francisco to investigate a new street drug weaving its way into the city - a drug that has personal ties for Sloane. The two find themselves thrown together as they team up to take down a ruthless cartel lord. Soon, sparks fly as old feelings surface.

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.

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.

No indiscriminate killing. No collateral damage. No unvetted targets. These are the rules Hawes Madigan lives by. Rules that make being Fog City's Prince of Killers bearable. Soon, he'll be king - of an organization of assassins - and the crown has never felt heavier. Until the mysterious Dante Perry swaggers into his life. Dante looks like a rock god and carries himself like one, too, all loose-limbed and casually confident. He also carries a concealed weapon, a private investigator's license, and a message for the prince.

Dans ce monde, aimer est un crime que l’on paie de sa vie. Les Fiore sont passés à l’action. Dans un ultime effort pour sauver leur empire déclinant, ils ont réussi à récupérer leur héritier et ont frappé les Rossetti là où ça fait mal – surtout à Dom. Mais ce dernier n’a...

Callum Griffin is the heir to the Irish mafia. He’s ruthless, arrogant, and he wants to kill me. We got off on the wrong foot when I set a (very small) fire in his house. Our families believe a marriage pact is the only thing that will prevent all-out warfare. I think I might need to murder him while he sleeps. This would all be a lot easier if Callum wasn’t so damned good-looking.

May 1148. All Dublin is shocked by the murder of a prominent merchant, but only Prince Godfrid knows that the dead man was also a co-conspirator in his brother's plan to take the throne of Dublin. With death stalking his every move, Godfrid must call upon new friends and old to find the killer--and with their help uncover a conspiracy stretching beyond Dublin's walls to every kingdom in Ireland. Join Godfrid the Dane for murder and mayhem in medieval Dublin in The Viking Prince, the 11th Gareth & Gwen Medieval Mystery.

Damian Cross, the most feared man at Ashford University, claimed me as his latest sacrifice. There is no escape for a good girl like me. Not from the wealthy heir to Ashford’s most elite secret society–The Four Hundred. I’m a pastor’s daughter who’s spent her life following every rule. Good. Pure. Perfect. He’s the ruthless prince who bends the world to his will. Cruel. Cunning. Dark. I should hate him. But there’s something in the way he watches me—like I’m the only thing holding him together—that shatters every defense I have.

The Fiores have made their move. In a last-ditch effort to save their crumbling empire, they've managed to take back their heir, landing a blow to the Rossettis—in particular, Dom. But failure is not an option for Dom, and soon he finds himself at a crossroads: Follow his father's orders and leave Luca to the wolves, or defy the boss and get back what he lost. The question is, will Luca choose to trust Dom to keep him safe even after all he's put him through, or will he put his future in the hands of his long-lost family instead?

Chaotische Pechmarie prallt auf smarten Schotten. Wenn dein Boss dir einen Auftrag gibt, der dich mal eben nach Luft schnappen lässt, dann atme tief durch und sieh zu, wie du aus der Sache mit einem blauen Auge rauskommst. Ella ist spontan, ewig pleite und aktuell steht ihr Job auf der Kippe. Um ihn zu retten, soll sie inkognito einen Callboy daten - mit allem, was dazugehört: Flirten, Restaurantbesuch, Hotelzimmer inklusive Champagner und Rosenblätter im Badewasser... und mehr. Mehr? Im Leben nicht! Ella ist sich sicher, den Auftrag auch ohne den letzten Schritt durchzuziehen.

Once upon a time… there lived a man with a vengeance-filled heart that held too many secrets and a woman, pure of soul, intent on uncovering them. What they failed to realize is that through the storm their love would create, a legacy would be born.

We were destined for disaster from the second we met.... Massimo D'Agostino is the heir to his father's empire. Don't be fooled by his handsome face or that piercing blue gaze. He's no prince charming. He's dangerous and feared, possessive and fierce. Our first meeting began with a contract that...

I've lived my life with rigid control. A tight vice on myself and my emotions. Scars from my past have left me broken. Riddled with guilt and anguish. When my baby sister was kidnapped, I feared the worst. That she'd suffered the same fate as our mother stirred up those feelings I've tried so desperately to bury and ignore. I never expected to find her. Drea Ortega. A five-foot, tattooed, killing machine who took my breath away from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She was my beacon of light in my dark, chaotic world. My heart. My soul. My everything.

"On the other side of that door is the man you're going to marry." My father's chilling command sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, it clicks. The mysteriously gifted dress. The innocent-looking invitation. This isn't dinner. It's a wedding. My goddamn wedding. The doors swing open... And...

Aiden DeSantis is savage, cruel, and wild. The untamed new heir of the DeSantis Mafia. He hunts my father and brother, but he finds me instead. The girl he fixated on for years. The one person he could never have. And now that he’s captured me, he wants to keep me.

Mein Name ist Logan St. James. Ich bin in einer kriminellen Familie aufgewachsen, aber heutzutage sind meine Tattoos und meine Narben unter einem Anzug versteckt. Ich beschütze die königliche Familie von Wessco. Und durch die Heirat ihrer Schwester gehört auch Ellie Hammond zu dieser Familie. Ich bin gut in meinem Job. Wirklich, wirklich gut. Aber wenn Ellie einen Raum betritt, dann ist es plötzlich verdammt schwer, an irgendetwas anderes zu denken als daran, wie gern ich sie berühren würde. Wie gern ich mehr tun würde, als sie nur zu berühren.