Ergebnis für "Graves" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

It all started with a favor. Now he is calling, and he's calling to collect. When two worlds collide, two families combine under one roof and there is no telling what is in store. One thing is for certain, when the Graves family meets the Gallows Hill crew, it's about to be a Very Bloody Christmas.

I thought I had everything I could possibly desire. Until I set my eyes on her. My angel. Too pure for this world, too pure for me. She’s all mine. No matter the cost. No matter the lives that stand in my way. She has always been mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

"Quick question: do you think a judge would let me off for murder if I tell him that it was the health inspector who has a vendetta against me?" It's a question Lucas never thought he'd have to ask when he became the owner of a food truck. And that pisses him off more considering he has enough...

Kinky. Rache war alles, was ich wollte, denn ihretwegen geriet mein gewohntes Leben völlig aus den Fugen. Bei ihrem Überfall hatten sie uns dezimiert, doch ich kämpfte nicht gegen sie, sondern brachte meinen Vater in Sicherheit, da er meine einzige Familie war. Ich sollte den Grave Angels MC infiltrieren, mir das Vertrauen der Männer erschleichen und so tun, als hätte ich meiner Welt den Rücken gekehrt. Ich würde den Laden so richtig aufmischen, damit sie für all das büßen mussten, was sie uns angetan hatten.

Life's been pretty amazing. Moving back to my hometown of Coral Pointe Inlet and opening Shore Thing Management with my four best friends is the best decision I've ever made. Falling back into old habits with an ex? Not so much. When Aiden, the sexy, straight owner of SandBar comes to my rescue and pretends to be my boyfriend—handing me the flashlight I need to make my way out of the darkness—lines begin to blur. Suddenly, I'm falling again, but is it stupid of me to want Aiden to land by my side?

Luna Cassiopeia Summer Lambers liebt Ordnung und Pläne – ganz im Gegensatz zu ihrer unkonventionellen Mutter, der sie ihren extravaganten Namen verdankt und die das Leben barfuß und mit Blumen im Haar genießt. Lunas Hochzeit steht kurz bevor, als ihre 75-jährige Großmutter auf die wahnwitzige Idee kommt, allein einen Roadtrip durch Schottland zu unternehmen. Während Luna das Vorhaben ihrer Großmutter noch verarbeitet, erwischt sie ihren Verlobten in flagranti.

"Es gibt da diesen Funken, Ever." "Du weisst doch, was Funken anrichten können." "Sie werden zu Flammen." Für Everlynne ist es Liebe auf den ersten Blick, als sie den attraktiven Joe im Spanienurlaub kennenlernt. Noch nie hat sie eine so tiefe Verbindung zu jemandem gespürt. Doch ihnen bleibt nur eine Nacht, bis Ever nach San Francisco zurückkehren muss. Die beiden versprechen sich, in Kontakt zu bleiben, aber ein schwerer Schicksalsschlag veranlasst Ever, Joe aus ihrem Leben zu verbannen. In ihrer tiefen Trauer schottet sie sich von allen ab, bis sie Dominic Graves begegnet.

Charming, charismatic, and effortlessly popular, Conrad Stewart seems to have it all...but in reality, he's scrambling to keep his life from tumbling out of control. Brilliant, guarded, and endlessly driven, Alden Roth may as well be the poster boy for perfection...but even he can't help but feel a little broken inside. When these mortal enemies are stuck together on a cross-country road trip to the biggest fan convention of their lives, their infamous rivalry takes a backseat as an unexpected connection is forged.

"Oh my God, Briar! Where did you get that prosthetic leg?" Things as a parent Lane thought he'd never say for four hundred, Alex. But that's par for the course in Lane Ashbury's life considering everything is on the verge of falling apart. He not only has a toddler building her skills as a professional klepto, but he's also on the verge of divorce, and hoping desperately to save his business before it goes under. Luckily, the owner of the stolen leg might just be an angel in disguise when he offers to be Lane's new nanny instead of pressing charges.

Ben. I’m about to start my senior year of high school, and I don’t see that cycle changing any time soon. I’ve spent most of my life just trying to make it one more day, a precarious war in my head—one I was barely winning. But then he forced his way in and showed me what I was missing. Damon. I’m careless, and I probably shouldn’t have gone out of my way to hook up with a very pretty, very straight boy. His bright eyes drill into me in a desperate attempt to dive inside, but what he doesn’t know is that would be the worst decision of his life.

When my father schemed to marry my sister off to a decrepit old man to boost his standing, I swore I'd protect her. Together, we drove suitors away, but his fury only grew. To punish us, he rigged the barbarian lottery—and when Evelyn's name was drawn, her fate was sealed. Unless I stopped it. There was only one way to spare her. I would take her place. I'd do anything for my family. Even if it meant becoming a barbarian's tribute.

They say first loves are oftentimes the end of one’s innocence. Those words couldn’t ring truer for Everlynne Lawson, whose first brush with romance came with a heartbreak…and the thing that seems to follow her everywhere she goes. Death. After a great tragedy, Everlynne loses all she cares about—her dreams, her family, and her soulmate, Joe. Guilt-ridden, Everlynne decides to isolate herself in Salem, Massachusetts.

New York Times Bestseller Erin Sterling casts a delightful spell with a spine-tingling romance full of wishes, witches, and hexes gone wrong. “A delightful and witty take on witchy mayhem.” — Popsugar Nine years ago, Vivienne Jones nursed her broken heart like any young witch would: vodka...

Sometimes the one-night stand you meet at a bar on the outskirts of town shows up at your house a month later to reveal he's the one man you were never supposed to touch. My friends are all I have, so I'd rather lose my other leg than do anything to hurt them. But how was I supposed to know the...

In the wake of an uprising of illicit sorcery, my men and I find ourselves on the run—determined to clear our names by protecting the kingdom. But to face off against the psychopaths who want to remake our country into a realm of chaos and brutality, I'll need to tap into my wild magic. And the god who's watched over me expects me to stand on my own now. If I can't overcome the odds against us, the lives of the men I love are forfeit. But how far can I go without becoming what I've feared most?

Waking up alone in a strange hotel room, missing my prosthetic legs, and having no memory of what happened the night before is not how I wanted to spend my estranged twin's bachelor party trip. Yet there I was, legless and with zero idea how I got there. Or who I spent the night with. Which is… not great. Though I suppose that trauma lies somewhere between losing my legs in a car accident, which killed my career in the NHL, and my brother running off with my fiancée. So, in the grand scheme of things, not the worst weekend I've had.

On the run for a robbery she didn't commit, Renee Esterhaus is stuck in East Texas with a broken-down car and a nasty bounty hunter hot on her trail. Desperate for a way out, she makes a promise she never intends to keep—offer the first man she sees a night of unforgettable pleasure in return for a ride. A night to remember, all right, since the man turns out to be a cop on vacation with zero tolerance for sweet-talking criminals.

The thing about guys is that we communicate on a physical, primal level. A hearty slap on the backside just means “good game, bro”. Some good old fashioned roughhousing just means we’re comfortable with each other. Some late night stress relief? Just dudes being dudes… Right? We’re just friends. Just roommates. Just a couple of guys doing what guys do. So what if I can’t stop thinking about kissing him? Is there a way I can “no homo” my way out of this? If I'm really honest with myself, I don't think I even want to. So… maybe YES, homo?

Sinnliche Stunden zu zweit: Während alle anderen auf dem Maskenball ausgelassen feiern, gibt Lauren sich in einem stillen Hinterzimmer einem attraktiven Fremden hin, der ihr verführerisch das Rotkäppchen-Kostüm auszieht. Erst am nächsten Tag erfährt sie, dass ihr sexy Lover mit der Wolfsmaske einer der berühmt-berüchtigten Wingates ist. Lauren will ihn wiedersehen! Doch bei ihrer zweiten Begegnung ist er erschreckend kühl.

No one knows how to make a party last quite like me. For real. Technically, I should have graduated three years ago, but I love Smithton, I love hockey, and the team needs a good captain who keeps things fun. That’s me. This is it, though. I can’t delay the inevitable, so yeah…this is officially my last year of college and I’m going out big! Unfortunately, my new roommate is curbing my vibe. In fact, I don’t think Rafe likes me much—total mystery. I’m a nice guy. Ask anyone.