Ergebnis für "Klausen" in Liebesromane

Eralee is a misfit among immortals. She is supposed to marry a philandering river Prince. She doesn’t want him. She wants to save the human called Klaus. Klaus lives alone at the edge of the Everaude Forest, a dangerous forbidden place. He’s convinced he will never know love until he meets Eralee. Unfortunately, she’s immortal - there's no reason for her to return that love.

Klaus Zornickel desde criança seguiu seu caminho sozinho, passando de um internato para outro, até descobrir que fugir era a melhor escolha, o que o leva ao mundo do tráfico.

Klaus Lynggaards gennembrudsroman, Martin & Victoria , og efterfølgeren Victorias år handler om den følsomme rod Martins stormende forelskelse i drømmepigen Victoria og om et årti - 1970´erne - da beruselsen og drømmene blev afløst af koldere tider. I Martin & Victoria begynder Martin på en ny ...

I snuck into a masquerade ball and did something reckless with a man dressed as Hades. How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a costume? When I ran off, I thought that was the end of it. But he’s abducted me to a beautiful palace in hell. Hades claims we were once married. He wants me to help him win a civil war in hell and rule as his queen.

As the daughter of my pack’s lame wolf, I’m an outcast, a social reject considered unsuitable for mating. My life is a daily grind of drudgery, humiliation, and abuse. Then during a ceremony to our god, Fenris-Wulf, fate made me the alpha’s true mate. My heart fills with hope. This could be the end of my problems, a happy life filled with acceptance, but when I shift, I become a monster.

"Il l'a quittée la semaine dernière. Plus exactement le mardi soir de la semaine dernière à vingt et une heure quinze. La nuit d'avant, ils ont fait l'amour trois fois. Lorsqu'ils se sont couchés, vers minuit, un peu avant que le réveil ne sonne, vers six heures trente, et au milieu de la nuit, mais comme elle n'a pas allumé la lumière, elle ne sait pas très bien quand exactement. Comme ça, elle dirait vers trois ou quatre heures du matin. En fait, ce n'est pas très important.

Arius Crane has been called many things: hero, warrior, knight, friend, champion of the people, and defender against monsters that prey on the innocent. Most recently dead and no longer human, he has become the monster he opposed. All that he was in life is put to the test as he struggles to understand his newfound darkness.

I’m on the brink of losing everything: my home, my freedom, and my husband. The key to saving myself is a long-forgotten memory I have no chance of finding. A memory from a life I barely believe exists. If I fail, Hades will die, and the forces of evil will consume Heaven and Earth.

The worst happened, and all I have left of the man I love is his unbeating heart. How am I going to save Valentine when I’m also trapped? Enemies surround us both, and I don’t know who to trust. I must unlock my power, restore Valentine, and destroy those who are keeping us apart.

How do you break up with a Vampire King? You don’t. Something is off about Valentine, and I don’t mean his missing heart. He’s keeping me captive in a haunted house, complete with a ferocious beast to make sure I can never escape. There’s a hunger stirring in him. It’s deep and dark and preternatural. He’s awakening something in me I must resist because if I fail, everything is lost.

Christian Roberts, a handsome, young Floridian, has retired from horse racing and sets off with his wife, Allie, to cruise the Caribbean on his new sloop. Tragedy strikes, ending the dream vacation, and Christian becomes the prime suspect in a murder. Shattered and guilt ridden, Christian believes his actions caused the death. Suicide lurks in his thoughts, a way to end his pain, but he can't act on the impulse, at least not yet. He must honor a dying request.

Heaven hath no rage like love turned to hatred. Everybody hates me - Hades, Fenrir, and Griff. We’re caught in a magical tug of war between vengeful gods, and my mate thinks I’m to blame. His animosity blazes as hot as his passion, and I’m about to get scorched. If I don’t fix my mistakes we’ll both burn in Hell.

Five years ago, my mate rejected me and took over my pack. Instead of licking my wounds, I set that mangy wolf on fire. The Supernatural Council executed me, and my soul went to the deepest punishment pits of Hell. That’s until the Demon King offers me an opportunity for freedom. My mate escaped Hell, and only one person knows him well enough to track him down: Me. If I can find him and bring him back, they’ll move me out of the pit to a place where I can spend my afterlife in peace.

I've got more targets on my back than I can count. Time is running out, and our enemies...If I don't find a way to save us all, then I can say goodbye to my wicked vampire lover.

I’m caught in the worst kind of trap, and there’s no way out. When I double-crossed Draco, I hadn’t expected him to retaliate. But now I’m stuck, and my only chance of ever seeing home is to use the black magic I despise. Draco has betrayed me for the last time. When I break free, there’s going to be a reckoning. Draco will regret the day he ever abducted me because I’m no longer his captive. Now, it’s time for me to bite back.

Enemies to the left of us, schemers to the right, and I'm stuck with the worst of them all. Kresnik has gone too far. Not content with taking over the world, he has to drive a wedge between Valentine and me. Neither will any of our enemies attempts to drive us apart. We're going to will this war, defeat those who stand against us, or die trying. This time, I'm fighting fire with blood.

Just when I settled things with my vengeful god, I’m about to lose him to the forces of Hell. Our enemies are immortal, mounting, and determined to tear us apart. We’re fighting kings, queens, and primordial demons. They’re joining forces to bring us down. There’s one way to save our souls, but it means my death.

The fated mate I rejected wants my blood. I’m a nun on a holy crusade against vampires, so when a Vampire Prince abducted me and claimed to be my fated mate, I refused. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and tried to mesmerize me into submission. Screw that. No man - vampire royalty or not - would be the boss of me. No matter how handsome or charming or seductive. So I made a voodoo doll from his hair and used it to wipe his memory. Then a magical disaster struck, the doll broke, and so did the curse. He’s returned...and he’s furious.

Dead bodies won’t stop mounting, but who’s counting? We lost our last battle, but I’m going to win the war - with or without Valentine. This new world has more obstacles than an assault course. Vengeful gods, vicious ambushes, and vampires with brooms where the sun doesn’t shine.

The big bad wolf god is huffing and puffing at my door. Fenrir has the nerve to believe that I’ve wronged him, and he won’t be satisfied until he’s gotten his revenge. He wants to strip me of everything I hold dear: my home, my pack, my freedom...and my clothes.