Ergebnis für "Bittersweet" in Liebesromane

The last person Griffin Shipley expects to find stuck in a ditch on his Vermont country road is his ex-hookup. Five years ago, they’d shared a couple of steamy nights together. But that was a lifetime ago. At 27, Griff is now the accidental patriarch of his family farm. Even his enormous shoulders feel the strain of supporting his mother, three siblings, and a dotty grandfather. He doesn’t have time for the sorority girl who’s shown up expecting to buy his harvest at half price.

Ethan. Es ist mir egal, dass Alexa – oder wie auch immer sie heißt – behauptet, seit neun Monaten für mich zu arbeiten. An die Kurven und den Arsch könnte ich mich ganz sicher erinnern. Ich weiß nicht, wie oft sie mit der Nummer schon durchgekommen ist, aber bei mir wird sie es nicht schaffen. Ich habe andere Pläne für Alexa Caine. Alexa. Seit sieben Jahren raube ich mit meinen Komplizinnen reiche Firmen aus. Bisher ist immer alles glatt gegangen. Rein, Geld erbeuten, wieder raus. Niemand wird verletzt. Bis jetzt.

Shane. Ihr Bruder hat uns beauftragt, sie zu beschützen – nur ist Ryanne der Meinung, unseren Schutz nicht zu benötigen. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich sie lieber erwürgen oder küssen möchte, damit sie ihr vorlautes Mundwerk hält... Brann. Ryanne stellt meine Geduld auf eine harte Probe. Eigentlich halte ich mich immer an das Motto "Erst die Arbeit, dann das Vergnügen", aber Ryanne bettelt förmlich um eine Lektion. Außerdem merke ich, wie Shane sie ansieht. Ich wäre eifersüchtig, wenn ich nicht wüsste, dass wir stets brüderlich teilen.

When her boyfriend breaks her heart, Alanna goes after his older brother in a quest for revenge. It would have been simple — if he wasn’t also her new boss. As they work together it soon becomes clear Silas knows more about her than he should. He knows about the past she's forgotten and the memories that evade her... but some secrets are better left buried.

Four scent-matched alphas who also happened to be my brother's best friends? Check. Fate blessing me with the dreamiest, tastiest-smelling guys I've ever met? Check, check. Weller. Owen. Tristan. Freddie. I'd planned the perfect moment to reveal myself as their scent match, their missing puzzle piece. Everything was working out perfectly... until it fell apart with a bang. Graduation night was supposed to be the big moment. The night I finally came clean and admitted the truth: I was theirs, and they were mine. Turns out, the universe had other ideas.

I’ve been stalking Tiernan O’Shea online for years. After Sloan O’Shea killed my dad, my mom and I spent years in hiding, moving from state to state, changing our names, never drawing attention to ourselves, hoping to never be found. I’ve fed off nothing but vengeance ever since. Tiernan O’Shea is exactly like his father—arrogant, rich, ruthless. The plan is simple: Get accepted to Ashford U. Get close to Tiernan. Get him to trust me. And then, when he brings me home to his father, I’ll take my revenge on Sloan O’Shea.

With one look, Brooke knows that she cant fight the desire that pulled them together before, despite the skeletons in both their closets. Leif Montgomery fell hard for Brooke Alder in Paris when they were young, and he thought their fling was just an early taste of what life had in store for him. But life had other plans, and he didn't find that kind of love—or see Brookes face—for years.

For Natalie, being the wife to the most sought-after rock star on the planet has its privileges, but in the last year, she's been put through the wringer as far as the pitfalls. When Easton summons her to Mexico for a second-anniversary honeymoon vacation in the very place that brought them back together, Natalie becomes filled with hope to close the space between them…along with a special request—a request that leads them into a day-long exploration of sorting through their past while trying to imagine the rest of their future together.

Cameron. Eigentlich wollte ich nie nach Nebraska zurückkehren, doch ich muss das Haus meines verstorbenen Vaters verkaufen. Hoffentlich laufe ich Jordan nicht über den Weg. Immerhin ist er der einzige Mann, der mir je das Herz gebrochen hat – und der erste, den ich ausgeraubt habe... Jordan. Ich weiß genau, dass Cameron nach dem Tod ihres Vaters zurückkommen wird. So herzlos, nicht aufzutauchen, ist nicht einmal dieses Miststück – und ich werde auf sie warten. Rache ist süß, sagt man. Nach all der Zeit sollte sie noch süßer schmecken als Cameron selbst.

Ben Coleman left his hometown and the family business that should have been his to pursue his true passion: art and tattooing. Coleman Ink has become his world, and he's tailored the business to fit his life the way he wants it, rather than the life that was originally laid out for him. Until early one morning he's woken up by what he thinks is an intruder only to find it's just his new neighbor. His new neighbor, who has no regard for her own safety, wakes up way too early, and seems to have made it her job to tempt him.

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia. At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key. You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song?

Charlie lebt ein Leben, von dem sie nach dem Tod ihrer Mutter nie zu träumen gewagt hätte. Als Charlie bei einer Zigarette im Regen mit dem dreißig Jahre älteren Richard zusammenstößt, ist sie überwältigt. Was als filmreife Begegnung im Regen beginnt, entfaltet sich zu einer Affäre, die auf Macht, Kontrolle und Schweigen beruht. Charlie wird verzehrt von der Liebe, dem Unverständnis ihrer Freunde, den Anforderungen von allen Seiten. Bis es sie zerreißt.

Vincent Maddox is the bane of my existence. The cocky jerk with the God complex has made it his mission to make my life miserable since the day I moved to Chicago. New job.

In Bittersweet, Danielle Steel has written a novel for our times, a story of choices and new beginnings. India Taylor lived in a world of manicured lawns and neatly maintained calendars: a merry-go-round of Little League, piano lessons, and Cape Cod summer vacations. With four wonderful children...

Au sommet de sa carrière de journaliste musicale, Stella a la vie qu'elle veut, celle qu'elle a toujours imaginée. Elle a enfin trouvé son tempo, son rythme. Du moins, jusqu'à ce qu'elle reçoive un appel téléphonique qui rende tout dissonant. Alors, pour effacer ses doutes, elle abandonne son vol en première classe afin de louer une voiture, les yeux fixés sur le rétroviseur. Deux jours de voyage, et une playlist qui ressemble à la bande-son de sa vie. Pourtant, comment choisir sa chanson préférée ? Surtout quand on est amoureuse de la mélodie d'un homme, mais des paroles d'un autre.

Thirty years ago, my father became the other half of a broken love story. A relationship he’s kept hidden for decades. Upon unearthing his secret through a series of emails in our paper’s archives, I began my search for the truth. Haunted by my father’s love story, and in my quest for answers, I never imagined I would discover a love of my own. Or that my love for Easton Crowne would be key in discovering the reason behind what split our parents up.

“I was in a relationship with two men, and neither were giving me up.” That thought flashed through Charlotte’s brain like a bright neon light as she followed her husband out of her marriage counselor’s office. The office where she’d sat twice a week as she tried to repair the glaring problems in her marriage. The marriage that she’d fought hard to save to a man that wasn’t fighting alongside her. She’d been lied to, ignored, and used as a pawn to climb his ladder to success. Charlotte was broken, not just her marriage.

Things I like: bitter coffee, competency…oh and the guy that breezes into my coffee shop like a shot of espresso—bold, invigorating, and impossible to ignore. Running Bittersweet has been nothing short of a rollercoaster—and not the fun kind. Between kitchen fires and unreliable helpers, I've been on a first-name basis with disaster. Enter Constantine. With his teenage brother in tow, Constantine whips up pastries with an expertise that leaves me both impressed and intrigued.

Shane Hendrix had a hundred-foot reinforced steel wall around her heart to keep people out, so when she first laid eyes on Jensen Rose, she wanted nothing to do with him. But what started as disdain quickly grew into something so much more. He went from being the boy she hated to the man she loved with all her heart. Then he left without so much as a goodbye, leaving her shattered.

After my husband died eight years ago, I made vengeance my only purpose, my religion, my destiny. But to get to my enemy, I had to make myself like him. He had a kingdom of secrets? Then I would make an empire. He had blood on his hands? Then I would bathe in it.