Ergebnis für "Dirty Thirty A Memoir" in Liebesromane

I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

Turn-ons...Party girls. Platinum blondes. Zero expectations. I used to think that if you could combine all three into one female, you'd have the perfect woman. Then why the hell does Ava Pearson an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who screams stability and responsibility seem to be the only woman on my mind lately? I've got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix my son, my bar...well, that's about it. But that's enough for a guy like me.

Zach has been my ride-or-die since we were nine. Business partners, roommates, best friends... we do everything together. But the last thing either of us expected was to be staring 40 in the face just as single as we both were when we made a silly, drunken marriage pact 20 years ago. The problem? Zach is gay...and, well, I’m not.

From the New York Times bestselling authors of The Unhoneymooners and Love and Other Words, a story of friends, love, and lust in this sequel to Sweet Filthy Boy. Despite their rowdy hookups, Harlow and Finn don’t even like each other...which would explain why their marriage lasted only twelve...

I used to have it all. Football made me popular. Money made me desirable. My name made me a king. Girls tried to tame me, but I valued my freedom too much to be tied down. Until I lost it all.

He'll dig her out of debt...if she agrees to his terms. Kat Wilder is struggling. She waits tables to support her little sister, but the money never goes far enough. She needs help, fast, or she's going to lose their home. Enter Blake Sterling. The tech billionaire offers Kat a lifeline. A million dollars for her hand in marriage. A million dollars to don designer dresses, smile at paparazzi, stare into his eyes like she's madly in love. As long as she keeps up the ruse, she secures her family's future.

This man holds the key to my family's survival. But nothing will tempt him to help us. Nothing… except me. Oh, don't get this wrong—Weston James doesn't want to win my heart. He doesn't even want my body, despite the fact that every inch of me longs for him. No, when this rich, powerful jerk agrees to help us in return for five nights with me, he's not thinking about stolen kisses. He wants to humiliate me. To break my spirit and punish my arrogant family once and for all. Well, that's too bad. Weston is about to find that I'm harder to break than he thinks.

After how this season has gone so far—don’t ask—the last thing I need is a distraction. Like, say, my spring training one-night stand showing up in my dugout. If it’s not annoying enough that the hot new shortstop with the heart-stopping smile has been traded to my team, the golden guy now needs a place to stay. When one of my bigmouthed teammates suggests the new star player shack up in my spare room, I’ve got myself a helluva problem—and it’s getting bigger with my eager, interested, and too-sexy teammate sharing my kitchen, my shower, and then, late one night, my bed.

Harlow überlässt nichts dem Zufall. Das einzig Chaotische in ihrem Leben war die spontane Vegas-Blitz-Ehe mit dem umwerfenden Kanadier Finn, der ihr eine unvergessliche, wilde Nacht bescherte. Eigentlich hatte sie die Sache abgehakt, doch als eine familiäre Krise sie aus der Bahn zu werfen droht, kommt ihr Finns unverhoffter Besuch als Ablenkung gerade recht. Denn Finn weiß, was starken Frauen wie Harlow gut tut...

They call him Masque. I call him God - the man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me. Yet, I've never seen his face. His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves. He plays hard. He plays rough. He has no limits. He's so f--king dirty, bad, and wrong. But I love him for it.