Ergebnis für "Elite Kings Club Teil 4 Mad Prince" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

An der Blackbury Academy ist kein Platz für Außenseiter, denn die Elite schützt ihre Geheimnisse … Der Auftakt einer fesselnden Dark Romance-Reihe! Seit sie sich erinnern kann, ist es Elizabeths Traum dieselbe Schule zu besuchen wie ihre verstorbenen Eltern. Als sie das begehrte Stipendium an der Blackbury Academy erhält, könnte sie kaum glücklicher sein – bis sie dort ankommt. Nur die Elite des Landes kann es sich leisten ihre Kinder auf die Schule zu schicken und Elizabeth gehört nicht dazu. Das bekommt sie auch deutlich zu spüren.

Massimo D’Agostino is the heir to his father’s empire. Don’t be fooled by his handsome face or that piercing blue gaze. He’s no prince charming. He’s dangerous and feared, possessive and fierce. Our first meeting began with a contract that forced me to marry him and sign my life away. I was a debt repayment and a pawn in his game to exact revenge against my father. The only way out is death. I belong to him now. Me, the Balesteri Mafia princess. Pure and untouched. Owned by the devil who placed me in a gilded cage.

All five couples of Royal Elite series come to life again in this extended epilogue.

I was sick of being the girl who ran so this time I stayed. For them. Hardin and Kaleb. But now, thanks to Aodhan, there's a target on my back. I thought I could trust him, but he threw me to the wolves. It doesn't matter what he's done to try to fix it; I should hate him. I should…but I can't.

I'm the pastor's son. He's the star quarterback for a small Kentucky high school. While the town worships him, I pray for God to take my life. He makes my life a living hell by making me his victim. This perverse game we play could end us both.

I only came to Blackwell Falls to find my missing sister. First on my list of suspects: the notorious Kings of Aventine. Now I'm forced to live with the three men I can't afford to trust. Rock tries to fool me with a soft touch, kind blue eyes, and the nurturing I secretly crave. Brooding, dark-eyed Oscar takes pictures of me when I'm not looking and tempts me with his piercings, inked skin, and honeyed words.

In a world filled with secrets, lies, and cruelty, only the strongest will survive. I’m living proof of that. But being left for dead has made me question everything I thought I knew. I want to believe I have allies in these ruthless games, but the more truths I unravel, the more twisted and tangled the web becomes. And the deeper I fall down the rabbit hole, the more determined I am to bring them down.

New Orleans belongs to me. You don't know my name, but I control everything you see - and all the things you don't. My reach knows no bounds, and my demands are always met. I didn't need to loan money to a failing family distillery, but it amuses me to have them in my debt. To have her in my debt. She doesn't know she caught my attention. She should've been more careful. I'm going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her. It's time to collect what I'm owed.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. Lord of the underworld. Master of all the criminal masterminds who ever crawled the underbelly of Sicily's notorious mafia company. Who just happens to be hot and snarly, and with a demanding manner, gulp! My father owed him, so he took me as payment. He gets what he wants, and I am his new obsession. To take. To break. As if I'll let him. He's out to destroy me, but I'll go toe-to-toe with him every step of the way. I'll do everything to make him fall for me. Until he springs the ultimate surprise.

We were high school sweethearts. I was head over heels for her and no one could tell me we weren't going to last forever. College? Going pro? My family's money? None of it mattered. She was all I needed. Then she ripped my heart out. But I'm not going to let that happen again. She's back. Invading my life and acting like she was the wronged one.

Five years ago, Colm Frost asked me to marry him, and I ran. I ran from my painful past too raw and fresh to escape. He was the only one who looked at me like I wasn’t broken and made me believe it. He made me feel it. Now, he’s the hot, angry hockey player on the mend. I’m the physiotherapist who’s supposed to get him back on his feet. I don’t think our night together was what his doctor prescribed, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t dreamt of him every time I close my eyes.