Ergebnis für "John Brooks" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

Tatiana Jones is no stranger to the battlefield. One look at her scarred flesh tells the tales of her time in captivity. But it’s not only her skin that bears the marks of her failures; doubt and a healthy dose of cynicism now cloud her vision. She has also mastered the fine art of deception. In her line of work it is a necessity.

Five years ago, I disappeared from the life I had and built this one. I spend my days and most of my nights on the line, helping my clients achieve their goals. They call me when they are in a jam or are getting ready to move on a target. I'm their information specialist. The woman in the chair. I'm their switchboard. Intelligence, electronic eyes, computer hacking—I do it all. My singular goal is to bring my clients home safely. Some clients are more special than others. We all play favorites. I know them, they've never seen me.

We shared the love of a lifetime. Too bad I don't remember any of it. Pieces of my life were ripped away without warning. My career, my control, my sense of self...it's gone. So are my memories of him. I now know him as the handsome doctor who was there for me when I first woke up after the accident. But before that, he was the love of my life. My everything. Or so I'm told.

Mit Eli Hutton zusammenzuziehen war die perfekte Lösung. Nachdem unsere beider Beziehungen in die Brüche gegangen waren, wollten wir vor allem eines: Ruhe in unseren Liebesleben. Sicher, Eli ist hinreißend, lustig und so charmant, dass ich mich wie die schönste Frau der Welt fühle. Aber davon abgesehen ist Eli wie ein Bruder für mich. Schließlich wir kennen uns schon ewig. Und für ihn bin ich nur das Mädchen von nebenan. Andererseits will das Herz, was das Herz will. Und meines will ihn.

In the highly anticipated final installment of the Oakwood Bay series—“packed with sizzling tension, heat, and sweet, swoon-worthy moments” (Peyton Corinne, USA TODAY bestselling author)—childhood best friends Parker and Summer agree to matchmake each other, to disastrous results, all...

The world never granted me much. No warm and cozy home to rest my head, no loving parents to cheer at my games or remember my birthday, and certainly no finer things in life. Just a damn good arm to throw a football and a hunger inside of me that I hoped would lead me straight to the NFL.