Ergebnis für "Crow" in Liebesromane

Er ist ein Mörder. Ein Mafioso. Der letzte Mann auf Erden, mit dem ich jemals zusammen sein möchte. Ich werde meinen Kopf nicht verlieren, nur weil er heiß und irisch ist und einen Wahnsinnsakzent hat. Die wenigen Spuren zum Verschwinden meiner besten Freundin führen zu ihm, und ich traue ihm nicht...Es sollte nur vorübergehend sein, aber jetzt denkt Lachlan, dass ich ihm gehöre. Er sagt, er lässt mich nicht gehen. Und ich glaube ihm.

Vertraue keinem, gib niemals auf und hüte immer – immer – dein Herz! Du bist Beute in einer Welt von Raubtieren. Jeden Tag muss Oraya ums Überleben kämpfen. Als adoptierte menschliche Tochter des Vampirkönigs lebt sie in einer Welt, die darauf ausgerichtet ist, sie zu töten. Ihre einzige Chance, jemals mehr als nur Beute zu sein, ist die Teilnahme am Kejari: ein legendäres Turnier, das von Nyaxia veranstaltet wird – der Göttin des Todes. Damit Oraya überhaupt den Hauch einer Chance hat, muss sie ein Bündnis mit ihrem größten Gegner eingehen: Raihn. Alles an ihm ist gefährlich.

Niemals hätte die Auserwählte Poppy gedacht, einmal die große Liebe zu finden. Doch bevor sie und Prinz Casteel ihr Glück genießen können, müssen sie Casteels Bruder aus seiner Gefangenschaft befreien. Ihre Mission gerät in Gefahr, als sich im fernen Westen die Blutkönigin erhebt, um Atlantia ein für alle Mal zu vernichten. Wie weit wird das königliche Paar gehen, um sein Volk – und seine Liebe – zu retten?

Was kann ich bei dieser Wette mit dem unmöglichen, aber höllisch gut aussehenden Kerl schon verlieren? Höchstens mein Höschen! Oder doch mein Herz? MAE. Ich hasse Malek - Eishockeyprofi bei den Crows, bester Freund meines Zwillingsbruders und größter Moralapostel, den die Welt je gesehen hat. Ich will mich unbedingt an ihm rächen, denn er hat mich in der Vergangenheit unglaublich verletzt. Deswegen schlage ich ihm auch kurzerhand eine höchst unmoralische Wette vor, die uns beide dazu zwingt, enthaltsam zu leben.

The stories were all wrong—Hook was never the villain. For two centuries, all of the Darling women have disappeared on their 18th birthday. Sometimes they’re gone for only a day, some a week or a month. But they always return broken. Now, on the afternoon of my 18th birthday, my mother is running around the house making sure all the windows are barred and the doors locked. But it’s pointless. Because when night falls, he comes for me. And this time, the Never King and the Lost Boys aren’t willing to let me go.

Auf der Bristlecone Pine Ranch im beschaulichen Örtchen Crosston Creek hat Holly ein Zuhause gefunden. Brian, der Eigentümer der Ranch, ist ein väterlicher Freund für sie geworden und die Arbeit mit den Pferden könnte für Holly nicht erfüllender sein. Als sie erfährt, dass die Ranch in finanziellen Schwierigkeiten steckt und Brian sie verkaufen muss, bricht für Holly eine Welt zusammen. Die einzige Rettung wäre Brians Sohn Callen - ein erfolgreicher Anwalt. Der hat allerdings seit einem tragischen Unfall vor Jahren nicht mehr mit seinem Vater gesprochen und die Ranch interessiert ihn nicht.

Die meiste Zeit meines Lebens fühlte ich mich innerlich tot – bis ich Peter Pan und die Verlorenen Jungs traf. Erst mit Pan und Nimmerland fühlte ich mich endlich lebendig. Aber nicht alles auf der Insel ist voller Magie und Sonnenschein. Im Wald lauert etwas Dunkles und Unheimliches. Die Feenkönigin und Captain Hook rüsten sich zum Kampf um Nimmerland, und sie werden vor nichts zurückschrecken, um zu bekommen, was sie wollen. Der Krieg steht kurz bevor – kann der Nimmerkönig seinen Schatten zurückerobern und seinen rechtmäßigen Thron besteigen? Und wenn ja, wie passe ich noch in sein Leben?

I spent most of my life feeling dead inside—until I met Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. It wasn't until Pan and Neverland that I finally felt alive. But things are not all full of magic and sunlight on the island. There's something darker and more sinister haunting the forest. And worse, the fae queen and Captain Hook are ready to fight for control of Neverland and they will stop at nothing to get what they want. War is brewing—can the Never King get his shadow back and assume his rightful throne? Or will all of Neverland be in jeopardy along with my dark, twisted heart?

I never intended to become a stripper. Two years ago, I was in Nashville chasing the songwriter dream. Sleepless nights between day jobs were spent writing rock ballads and trying to make a name for myself. That all changed with one phone call that forced me to return to Atlanta. Needing consistent income to pay the mountain of debt I'd come home to, I traded stripping my soul for stripping my clothes. Then Archer West comes crashing into my VIP room, tempting me to break all of my rules.

Messing around with Arsen is like playing with fire, and I can't help but crave the burn. The day I met my best friend's new stepbrother I fell into hate with the moody jerk. The feeling is mutual. I loathe him and unfortunately want him in equal measures. At least he seems to be suffering the same undeniable pull. He infuriates me. He's crawled under my skin. Arsen has the ability to ruin me for anyone else, and I want to let him.

Sir Christian Brandon was raised in a household where he was hated for his unusual beauty and for his parentage. Being smaller than his six brutish half-brothers, he learned to survive by using his wits and his gift for strategy, earning him the nickname the Crow.

My name is Hector Briar, and I live for revenge. It's been eighteen years since Witch Hunters murdered my parents, and still, the night haunts me. A part of me died that night when six-year-old me was forced to listen to their brutal murder. Since then, I've gone from prey to predator. I spend my nights stalking Oxford's streets for those who'd see me slaughtered for being what I am. A witch. And more than that, the son of the last Grand High.

I have few friends and fewer allies. What I do have on the island of Everland is a lot of people who want me gone. So when the Crocodile and Captain Hook reappear in my life, I am in no mood. And worse, they’re unknowingly endangering themselves by asking for me by a name I long considered dead. Now, not only do I have to save myself, I have to save the two men who I swore I would murder with my bare hands if I ever set eyes on them again considering they abandoned me.

Death and bad luck seem to follow me like a curse, and when I join the Kings of Carnage MC as a prospect, things are no different. I represent beautiful destruction with a trigger-happy semiautomatic, and it's only a matter of time before my fellow brothers see me for what I am. A wake-up call. I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. Until sweet Maybelline walks into my life like an unwanted siren, ripping apart my desires and turning them into obligations.

The Dark One has finally accepted me...just in time for everything to change. Because Vane’s brother, the Crocodile, has just arrived on Neverland soil, and he’s not alone. He’s brought with him members of the royal Darkland family, and they want Vane’s Death Shadow back at any cost. Of course, Peter Pan, Vane, Kas, and Bash, they’re all familiar with war. But war isn’t easy when love is on the line.

Hockey players are off limits...especially if they're on your brothers' team. The last time Jordan did that, it ended in disaster. It was easy to promise her brothers she'd never date another one of their teammates again. Until she meets Jake. The spark she feels when she spends time with him makes her promise harder and harder to keep. Surely, her brothers would understand breaking this promise if it means following her heart. Wouldn't they?

I thought Peter Pan was a myth and Neverland a fairy tale. A story spun by my mother who had lost her mind a long time ago. But there was no denying the overwhelming shadow cast by Peter Pan when he was standing in my house.

Naia, the daughter of the High Sea Goddess, is an embarrassment. She holds no title and no power but is the key to a curse placed centuries ago on her mother: Naia must form a union with a god from an opposing family. When the day arrives for her arranged marriage, she turns to the High God of Death and Curses for help. He assists Naia under one condition—she must accept a curse, blindly. Willing to do whatever it takes to escape her mother’s kingdom beneath the sea, Naia agrees and flees to the Mortal Land.

Well, I just can't seem to catch a break, can I? None of us saw it coming, no matter what precautions we took or how many contingencies we put into play. What’s the point of having all this power when everyone is out to get me? They say things are darkest before the light, and that the storm gets worse before it clears. Trust me when I say platitudes don’t do a damn bit of good when you’re in the middle of it. I’m Kit Davenport, and my heart is breaking.

I'm not your typical matchmaker. For one, I'm a man who's covered in tattoos. Despite my appearance, there's a reason ninety-five percent of my clients seek out my services based on referrals. I'm good at what I do. But lately I've grown bored with the same daily routine. Then an unexpected request piques my interest. CJ, the former college basketball star who recently rented the office suite next to mine, isn't looking to place a ring on someone's finger any time soon. He's interested in something else entirely. It's a challenge. Something new.