Ergebnis für "4 The Rage Beneath" in Liebesromane

Stories are circling about a lone wolf in a town called Cherokee Hills. Talk of a creature who walks on two legs…a werewolf. I decide to go and investigate this for myself. A road trip sounds like fun. It’ll be more of a vacation than anything else because these rumors are laughable at best. A werewolf? Like hell! Good thing I decided to go because what I find is far more horrifying than I ever thought possible.

Sloan is the son of Ares, who is the god of battle and war. Sloan was raised and trained in Ares's realm, but was exiled when he came of age. His demigod status did not allow him to live amongst the gods - he has to earn his way back. He has dedicated his life to fighting to win his father’s favor, but is yet to earn it. When he finds his missing piece - his mate Lyric - Sloan hopes it is a sign that he is worthy of the life he has always dreamed of.

Er bringt ihre Welt ins Wanken... Die 19-jährige Rage kennt als Auftragskillerin keine Gnade, keine Reue - und keine Gefühle. Doch das ändert sich, als sie Nolan, ihr nächstes Zielobjekt, kennenlernt. Nolan ist so anders als alle Männer, die sie in ihrer rauen und gefährliche Welt um Logan's Beach bisher kennengelernt hat, und er berührt etwas in ihr, das sie noch nie zuvor gespürt hat. Rage steht vor der größten Entscheidung, die sie jemals treffen musste. Eins von beidem muss sie für immer hinter ich lassen: Nolan oder das Leben, das sie bisher geführt hat.

I have witnessed the darkest parts of this world and endured countless struggles in a life riddled with sin. I walk among the demons that haunt our town, all in the name of survival. Being an Ice Reaper was not a choice but the only way to outlast my fate. Until karma blew through the front door, and I was claimed by the enemy. As the remnants of my former life fade away, I'll do whatever it takes to keep my secret hidden, using the only thing I have at my disposal… my body.

My husband killed me. Then he screwed his way through the city. The only problem? I didn’t stay dead. It seems killing me woke something deep inside, something so dark and buried so deep I never knew it was there. I don’t know what I am, I don’t really care. All I can think about is revenge, even as the monsters in the dark start to surround me. Their horns and black eyes, mouths filled with fangs claiming I am theirs.