Resultaat voor "Fragile Ties Book 1 Destruction A Dark Romance" in Literatuur & fictie

Ich dachte, Dubai könnte mich retten. Vor London. Vor meiner Vergangenheit. Vor dem Mann, der mir alles genommen hat. Mein Plan war simpel: unsichtbar bleiben. Backstage beim größten Musikfestival der Welt arbeiten, niemandem auffallen und endlich neu anfangen. Dann begegnete ich Rafe Al Nassar. Weltstar. Milliarden-Erbe. König des Rampenlichts. Ein Mann, der es gewohnt ist, alles zu bekommen, was er will. Und plötzlich will er mich.

With an ancient, powerful being like Decius, Willow has her work cut out for her, and after working with an old friend to cast a powerful portal spell, she winds up on Earth...with Caz at her side. But just because they’re on Earth doesn’t mean they’re safe. Though weaker, Decius still has the power to haunt them, and he will not stop until he has Caz in his clutches again...even if that means killing every single member of Caz’s Blackwater clan.

Remember when seeing ghosts was my biggest problem? I miss those days. Now, I'm magically bonded (shackled) to a creature of unlimited destructive power. He insists we are destined for each other and that I will belong to him. If that wasn't enough, I've been kidnapped by another destructive creature—the one I'm supposed to help kill. Awkward, I know. It's rapidly becoming clear that I'm at the center of their tangled web of lies. A smart person would act meek and play along in hopes of surviving. Too bad I'm an idiot.

Thanquil Darkheart is a witch hunter for the Inquisition, on a holy crusade to rid the world of heresy. He’s also something else...expendable. When the God Emperor gives Thanquil an impossible task, he knows he has no choice but to venture deep into the Wilds to hunt down a fallen Inquisitor.

I was the villain in stilettos and red lips. Trained in the art of seduction and death. As a clinical psychologist, I was an expert in the intricacies of the mind. Yet my own was a labyrinth of suppressed traumas, ghosts, and untapped grief. Faced with betrayal, I never expected to find salvation at the other end of my barrel—in someone who also desired my death. He was a man without a past.