Ergebnis für "Deadly Sin - The Priest" in Liebesromane

Er ist ein Priester, aber er ist heißer als die Hölle. Ich darf ihm nicht erliegen. Er darf mich nicht wollen. Wenn sein Blick mich trifft, dringt er bis in meine Seele... und noch tiefer. Er soll damit aufhören! Sie sieht aus wie ein Engel, aber ich durchschaue sie. Sie kann nicht so naiv sein. Niemand ist so rein. Die Vergangenheit darf sich nicht wiederholen. Ich will nicht, dass auch sie mein Opfer wird. Aber was wenn ich ihre Bestimmung bin? Sündhaft-heiße Dark Romance. Düster und Grenzen überschreitend. Nach dem Dark & Deadly Motto der Autoren.

Als mein Chef anfängt, mich auf einer Firmenfeier zu belästigen, tue ich das Einzige, was mir einfällt; ich gebe vor, der arrogante Bratwa-Pakhan Dimitri sei mein Freund. Es funktioniert. Für eine Weile. Dann schlägt Dimitri vor, wir sollten einen Schritt weiter gehen und ›heiraten‹. Mein Chef lässt mich in Ruhe, Dimitri hat einen Ausweg aus der arrangierten Ehe mit der Tochter des rivalisierenden Mafiabosses Massimo. Eine Win-Win-Situation. Außer, dass die Heirat Giovanni nicht abschreckt. Wenn überhaupt, macht es ihn noch entschlossener, mich zu belästigen.

My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly façade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either. So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers. I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone. The problem is, I’d never let her go.

In a night of blood and death, fate brought us together. I thought I was saving the life of an innocent man, a man I'd never see again. I was wrong. A slight shift in the air. A glint of silver eyes in the darkness. I may not see him, but I know he's there. My angel of death, lurking in the shadows, watching over me. Protecting me before disappearing into thin air until we meet again. A man who took a bullet for me. But he won't touch me, love me, or even share his name.

I’m so sick of watching the world spin by, of letting people think I’m plain and boring, too afraid to just be myself. Then I see him—John. He’s strength, and fury, and unapologetic. He’s everything I want. And everything I wish I was. He won’t want me, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of him is all the inspiration I need to finally shatter this glass house I’ve built around myself. Only he does want me. And when our worlds collide, details we can’t see become tangled, twisting together, ensnaring us in an invisible trap.

Valens has noticed his two missing employees. It won't be long before he knows who is responsible. It won't be long before he claims his vengeance. The race is on. Kieran and Lexi must scrape together an army worthy of taking on the Demigod of San Francisco before he destroys them all.

Die ehrgeizige Journalistin Josefine Connor ist auf der Suche nach der heißen Story, die ihr den Job bei dem angesagtesten Lifestyle-Magazin der Stadt sichern soll. Dabei stößt sie auf das sagenumwitterte Walsh-Anwesen, ein altes Herrenhaus, um das sich die wildesten Gerüchte ranken. Wer lebt dort, und was geht innerhalb der altehrwürdigen Mauern vor sich?

New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts serves up a sizzling novel of explosive suspense and sensual romance as the search for a murderer ignites passion between a beautiful psychiatrist and the sexy, brooding detective determined to crack the case. In the unbearable heat of another...

Francesca Cahill comes from one of New York's best families. Her mother is a leading socialite, her father, a millionaire. Their expectations for their daughter are simple - marry well, and soon. But the intrepid and self-styled "Crime-Solver Extraordinaire" has other plans.... Francesca discovered she had a penchant for sleuthing when she met Rick Bragg, New York City's powerful and enigmatic Police Commissioner. Together, they solved what was known as the crime of the century. Now, their paths are destined to come together once again, but this time far more dangerously and fatefully.

Es ist mitten in der Nacht als ich nichtsahnend aufwache. Binnen fünf Minuten sitze ich mit einem Kissenbezug über dem Kopf auf einem Stuhl neben meinem Bruder der offenbar Schulden bei den richtig bösen Kerlen hat. Der Mann mit der verführerisch tiefen Stimme lässt ihn sein Schicksal selbst entscheiden. Nachdem der Würfel gefallen ist, jagt er ihm eiskalt eine Kugel in den Kopf. Dann entschuldigt er sich bei mir, weil er mich für so etwas wecken musste. Und geht. Sechs Monate später beginne ich einen neuen Job.

I’m the Mafia princess Nolan O’Malley hates to love. The moment we collide, he wants to destroy me. He should. My blood is that of his arch enemy. I’m unsure if the war raging inside him or me is stronger. Instead of running away or ending me, he keeps me close. He watches my every move, and monitors each threat my estranged family delivers to me. The close quarters we share only get smaller until there is no more distance between us. Yet I still am who I am.

Thrown in a cage and stripped of my dignity, I was auctioned to the highest bidder, but I never imagined that I'd end my night in the home of Killian DeLorenzo—head of the Romanian Mafia and the most powerful man in the country.

Welcome to the world of Francesca Cahill, crime-solver extraordinaire. Francesca is no ordinary heroine. She refuses to bow to convention, wears her heart on her sleeve, and is determined to right the ills and injustices of society. Deadly Love begins Francesca's mad escapades when the neighbors' little boy is kidnapped right out of his bed during a society ball. It is January 18, 1902. Francesca stumbles across the ransom note just as she meets New York City's newly appointed police commissioner.

When my boss starts harassing me at a work function, I do the only thing I can think of; I pretend cocky bratva pakhan Dimitri is my boyfriend. It works. For a little while. Then Dimitri suggests we take it one step further and ‘get married’. My boss gets off my back, Dimitri has an out of the arranged marriage with rival mafia boss, Massimo’s, daughter. It’s a win, win. Except getting married does nothing to scare off Giovanni.

When my father tries to force me to marry one of his cronies, I run away to my half-brother's home. He's the black sheep of the family, a biker, not an Irish mobster. At the Satan's Sinners' MC compound, I find more than I bargained for. Not my brother, ironically, but a man who gives a whole other meaning to "white knight." He's dark and mysterious, a seeker of answers and a finder of truths. Even better? He offers me an out, a shotgun wedding in Vegas.

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18. They have words for men like me - playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser. My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me: sinner.

Evil comes in all forms. Sometimes it wears a human mask. When the body of a newlywed is discovered on the reservation, Lizzie Grace throws herself into the investigation, needing a distraction from what she knows is coming not only for her but also for Belle, her best friend and witch familiar. But as the body count grows and a desperate race begins to track down a supernatural entity capable of powerful magic, it becomes evident another deadly game has begun - one they may not win. Because the past - and the man - they ran from 13 years ago has finally caught up with them.

On the morning of her wedding to Calder Hart, amateur sleuth Francesca Cahill is lured away to a private viewing of a portrait that could destroy her entire family: the nude Hart commissioned of her. Her desperate quest to recover the scandalous portrait leads her into a dangerous trap with no way to escape - until it's too late. And when Francesca finally arrives at the church, it's vacant. She has unintentionally jilted Hart at the altar.

Vasili Nikolaev. Dangerous. Deadly. And most of all, devastating. He’s the king of New Orleans. Ruler of the Russian mafia and my best friend’s oldest, mouthwatering brother. On Halloween night my last year in college, I gave him everything. My body. My heart. My soul. He burned it all to the ground with the first ray of dawn.