Ergebnis für "Hitman" in Literatur & Belletristik

Being a hit man has its perks, but I never thought getting an accidental mooning by an attractive PI while he’s caught on a fence would be one of them. While it’s not exactly love at first sight, he’s captured my interest and won’t let go. Suddenly, I find myself caught in a game of cat and mouse, determined to attract the attention of Jackson, the PI who should be my enemy. He pretends like he’s not flattered by my flowers and the mentions of my totally-not-fictitious blow-up doll, Randy (or was it Dandy?), but I know better.

Now that Leland’s decided to give up his life as a hitman and take a walk on the mild side, we’ve been enjoying a simple life of taking down bad guys the legal way. I didn’t know he would be just as reckless as a PI, but it’s not my fault if I happen to enjoy helping him hunt down the occasional criminal. If only I could keep the house from being overrun by Leland’s gun shrine - or stop him from making our cases “more exciting” by terrorizing people into confessing. Overall, life seems perfect, right? Wrong.

Loving Leland comes easy, but keeping him safe doesn’t because there’s someone trailing Leland who might want to hurt him. The problem is that as Lucas strings us along and tales begin to become tangled, it’s hard to tell who is right and who is wrong.

Is a nice little wedding with Blow-up Randy and Jackson My Love too much to ask for? Clearly, because someone’s trying to kill one of us...again. Generally, this would be my thing and I would jump right in singing my murder song, but they want Jackson dead and I will do anything (and I mean anything) to keep him alive - including and not limited to: 10 Dobermans, bulletproof glass, and dragging Cassel in with the promise of more Jerebear.

Why is it that the first attractive man to look my way mistakes me for a bad guy, stuffs me in the trunk of his car, and ships me off to an island where I’m positive the only thing waiting for me is my own murder? I mean... yeah, Tavish is charismatic and fun, but did I mention the whole trunk thing? Oh, maybe I forgot to mention his peculiar group of friends who keep promising to “help” me, but why are they running around with masks and weapons while praising fences?

An assassin and a secretly spicy bookworm ignite sparks in Hannah and the Hitman, a steamy romantic suspense bursting with humor, sizzling chemistry, a supernatural twist, and the ultimate fight for a happily-ever-after. What happens when a sexy, cocky hitman and a secretly smutty small-town...

Stellen Sie sich vor, dass Ihre beste Freundin von einem Auftragskiller umgebracht wird. Und jetzt stellen Sie sich vor, dass niemand Ihnen glaubt. Was tun Sie? Wie weit würden Sie gehen für ein bisschen Gerechtigkeit? Vielleicht würden Sie so weit gehen wie ich. Würden Sie freiwillig zum Auftragskiller werden?

From the author of the international bestseller The 100-Year-Old-Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared, a brilliant satirical novel set in modern Sweden—a story of idealism and fanaticism, gangsters and entrepreneurs, sensationalism and spirituality, that explores the values that...

I plan to mix a little work with a lot of pleasure.... My usual type? Bad girls. Very bad girls who beg me for dirty things. I prefer to stay far away from virgins. Until I meet Bree. What started out as a failed hit turns out to be a very enticing opportunity. She’s sweet. Awkward. Innocent. Way too young.

From a #1 New York Times bestselling author, America's best hitman must rescue a teenage runaway and investigate her parents' murder. It begins with a hit gone wrong. Robie is dispatched to eliminate a target unusually close to home in Washington, D.C. But something about this mission doesn't...

The Château du Ciel was once the destination for the rich and famous to play, drink and ski—complete with a private railway to shuttle those desiring extra privacy—now, however, the guests are few and far between. The New Year’s Eve party was supposed to hoist the rundown hotel back to its former status, until a massive blizzard hits, trapping the guests who’ve come to celebrate the grand hotel’s last hurrah. The circumstances might even be romantic, if the hotel wasn't reputed to be haunted.

I accepted the contract even though I knew the subject of the hit. Years had passed and I no longer cared about anything - except for the money that would find its way into my bank account. The crosshairs settled on her body - a body I once knew intimately - and I felt nothing. I took up the slack on the trigger. Memories counted as nothing, as less than nothing. Three steps to the mark, two steps, one step.... And then the world turned upside down.

My best friend warned me to stay away, but I can’t resist.... I’m in love with his little sister. The only problem is I’ve ruined every women I ever touched, and relationships just aren’t worth the risk. When I came back from Afghanistan to find my best friend’s little sister caring for my three-year-old twins my world came crumbling down. I didn’t even know my ex was pregnant, and now I’m forced to be a father.

I'm not the bad guy. I'm just tired of being the low-status nobody everyone treats like shit, and I've finally found a way to even the score. But bonding with an ancient, powerful demon is just the first step. After centuries of inactivity, that demon is at a low ebb. Turns out, my demon is an Incubus. Guess how he powers back up? That's right. By seducing women, as many as he can get.

Hitman for hire Mitch agreed to one last job. This one would allow him to retire from the game for the rest of his life, to a quieter and secluded life. He bumps into Rose, a curvy young woman whose free spirit calls to him. He can't answer, though, as he's aimed at his target. Giving in to her siren's song will end his dreams and maybe even his life. College student Rose is looking to blow off some steam before exams, and her best friend knows just what she needs: a man.

"Andreas, inden du pakker op, skal du vide en ting: I vores familie betyder det rent faktisk noget at træde ind i de voksnes rækker. Det, der sker nu, er sket for alle drengene i min familie på deres konfirmationsdag. Jeg håber meget, du vil følge traditionen og gøre mig stolt," sagde far og så på mig, som han aldrig havde set på mig før. Med en blanding af respekt og nervøs forventning. Andreas kommer i sit livs dilemma, da han får en noget anderledes konfirmationsgave af sine forældre. Lige meget hvad han gør, synes hans liv kun at have én retning: Direkte mod afgrunden.

"Sorry, kid. I'm not in the mercy business." Michael Remington, an executioner for the heavenly host, is the son of a fallen angel. He's seen a lot of evil in his century-and-a-half, and he doesn't much like it. He doesn't much care for some of the things he's had to do, either. Executing a sorcerer who also happens to be a 15-year-old kid, for instance. He's old and tired, but he can't quit. No matter how badly he wants to. "That's rule one: Choices matter." Now, a rogue genie is gathering power.

I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.

With those words, the hot-headed Irish mobster sends his best hitman to take out his old rival. He’ll never control the mob so long as Kerrick is alive. Dimmie (short for Dim Wit) O’Malley, who has never been out of New York City, is trapped in a life he didn’t choose. With one misstep, he has a change of heart that puts his own life in danger. A former mob boss, grieving the loss of his wife, refuses to stay in Witness Protection another day, and retires on a cruise ship. Having no idea he’s Dimmie’s next target, will his old skills save him in time?

I'm in deep to the Mafia. My father was the one who made the deal, and when I inherited his club, I also inherited his troubles. Ivan wants to save me, or so he says. More like he wants me to be his slave for a year. After the one-night stand I had with him, though, would that be so bad? With his impossibly hard body, and the way he always makes me scream....