Ergebnis für "Crush Gier" in Liebesromane

Jay Holden. Eishockeystar. Alleinerziehender Vater. Gequälte Seele. Der alleinerziehende Jay Holden, Captain des Eishockeyteams der Chicago Wild Tigers, glaubt nach dem Tod seiner Frau schon lange nicht mehr an eine neue Liebe. Doch dann blickt er in Holly Matthews Augen und seine Welt gerät aus den Fugen, denn Holly gleicht seiner verstorbenen Frau bis aufs Haar. Auf der Suche nach Antworten kommen Holly und der attraktive Sportler sich gefährlich nahe und müssen sich schließlich fragen: Ist ihre Begegnung Schicksal oder bloß ein übler Scherz des Universums.

I'm Candy. Excuse the name. Mom was a stripper back in her prime and I was a client gone wrong. Now stuck behind the bar, she was eager for me to join the family business. No thanks. The only circles I run in are the ones my bubblegum bubbles make. Don't worry about my teeth though, sugar-free as always. I'm not a complete psycho. Oh, except for my passive-aggressive, potty-mouthed, imaginary best friend who happens to be a gummy bear. That part is pretty nuts. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, doing whatever the hell I wanted until a group of model-worthy bikers try to muscle in on my heist.

Imagine the guy you’ve always wanted just whispered that in your ear. That you have one night to see what you’ve been missing. I’ve had a crush on Emmett Ward for as long as I can remember. And not just because he looks like a Greek god and has the audacity to walk around like he could break your headboard given the chance.

It’s natural to want the one you can’t have. And for as long as I could remember, I’d secretly wanted my brother’s best friend, Jace. He was six years older and always treated me like the sister he never had. Fast forward a decade. We were all in our 20s now. Jace had moved in with my brother, Nathan, and me to help us make ends meet after our parents died. It was just the three of us - an odd family dynamic. Living under our roof, Jace was as bossy and protective as ever. But he certainly didn’t look at me like a sister anymore. That was what made things so complicated.

Shea Ellis doesn't have time for love - all the Boston Brawlers captain wants is one last shot at the Cup before he retires. Besides, after his ex-wife did him dirty, the single dad isn't sure if he could love again. Hell, he'd be happy just to find a decent nanny to help with his three kids. Sure, the latest nanny to get a try-out, Brynn, is a babe. But the hottest thing about the bright-eyed 20-something isn't her sizzling figure - it's how fast his kids fall for her. 

Er ist der beste Freund ihres Bruders, er ist verboten, er ist ihre große Liebe. Farrah ist seit Kindheitstagen in Jace verliebt, doch es gibt ein Problem: Er ist der beste Freund ihres älteren Bruders und sie somit als behütete kleine Schwester für ihn tabu. Als dieser jedoch Jahre später nach dem College zurück nach Florida zieht, ist Farrah kein kleines Mädchen mehr, sondern eine attraktive junge Frau. Sofort ist das Knistern zwischen ihnen wieder da, und diesmal gibt auch Jace der Anziehungskraft nach. Doch es wird schnell klar, dass ihre Liebe eine einzige Achterbahnfahrt ist.

Augustus Walker, Jr. is a problem. Every queer person I know has had a tragic crush on a straight person at some point in their lives, and for the last year, Walker has been mine. Not that my crush on him is serious—I'm just appreciating a sweet, sexy guy who happens to be a big fat goose egg on the Kinsey scale. Le sigh and all that.

Everything feels off—especially me. I’ve returned to Katmere Academy, but I’m haunted by fragments of days I have no recollection of living and struggling to understand who, or what, I really am. Just when I start to feel safe again, Hudson is back with a vengeance. He insists there are secrets I don’t know about, threatening to drive a wedge between Jaxon and me forever. But far worse enemies are at our doorstep.

I’ve had feelings for Eve Roberts for as long as I can remember, but because she also happens to be the twin sister of my best friend, Eric, I’ve never acted on my feelings and long ago resigned myself to keeping my crush under wraps. But after a terrible falling-out with Eric involving a failed restaurant venture and plenty of blame on both sides, I’m back in Port Snow without my best friend and without any direction. But can you guess who’s here? Eve. And my attraction to her is as strong as ever.

Everything feels off—especially me. I’ve returned to Katmere Academy, but I’m haunted by fragments of days I have no recollection of living and struggling to understand who, or what, I really am. Just when I start to feel safe again, Hudson is back with a vengeance. He insists there are secrets I don’t know about, threatening to drive a wedge between Jaxon and me forever. But far worse enemies are at our doorstep.

Seems the little girl who had a crush on me is all grown up. She ran away from our hometown a solid decade ago. Now she’s back for her brother’s wedding. For my friend’s wedding. Not gonna lie, I had no intention of crossing the line with her. Not back then. And not now. Until I catch her swimming in her parent’s backyard. Nope. Not even then. I’m determined to keep all thoughts of what she might look like naked at bay. Besides, I have more important things to worry about than how grown up Rory Buchanan is.

He has no idea I actually like him—like really like him. But do I listen to any of those really great reasons? Of course not. Now, thanks to my amazing and convincing acting skills, one fake date ends with him being my fake fiancé (oops!). My bad crush has gotten me in way over my head.

Klug, frech und erfolgreich—Tia Monroe hatte keinen Mangel an Optionen in Sachen Männer. Sie hatte nur keinen gefunden, der ihr Interesse geweckt hatte. Bis sie Eric Larsson sah, und dann war es Lust auf den ersten Blick.

Problem: I don’t know what to do with myself. Helping out at the rink might be my ticket out of here, but nothing is happening fast enough. And then there’s Ivan. No, no, it’s not what you think. We went to school together. We’re acquaintance-friends…nothing more. But you know, I like him. A lot. He’s funny and relentlessly upbeat. I’m a better person when I’m with him—the kind who volunteers to deck the halls and wrap garland on lampposts and—Whoa.