Ergebnis für "Le K" in Literatur & Belletristik

Um dem Tod zu entgehen, bleibt Emery Maves nichts anderes übrig, als sich den Dark Forces anzuschließen – nichtsahnend, dass ihr damit ein weitaus schlimmeres Schicksal bevorsteht. Cameron Mortem ist der tödlichste Soldat, den die Dark Forces zu bieten haben. Zur Strafe soll er sich erneut für die Einheit qualifizieren. Dabei wird ihm Emery als Partnerin zur Seite gestellt.

Nach den dramatischen Ereignissen während des Bootcamps kann Emery sich an nichts mehr erinnern. Auch nicht an Cameron, den Mann, dessen geheimnisvolle Augen sowohl Angst als auch tiefe Anziehung in ihr auslösen. Cameron wiederum weiß: Sollte Emery ihr Gedächtnis wiedererlangen, könnte dies alles zerstören, was zwischen ihnen entstanden ist.

Reborn. Reclaimed. Wrathful. Ready. My death was planned. Executed. I took my last breath, and was ready to be reborn. With my kings at my side and new experiences on the horizon, there’s nothing I want more than to have my revenge on the lords for what they did to me. They underestimated me. Not even death can hold me back. They’re about to find out what it’s like when a queen rises because I was born for this. I am the kings’ savage little queen. Savage Little Queen is the fifth book in the Kings of Bolten series.

This is Alabaster Penitentiary... Where they send you when the world thinks you're dead. And trust me, you'll wish you were. We're the stain on society. The freaks, the creeps, your favorite Netflix documentaries come to life. They lock us up and throw away the key, because we deserve it. But not me. I'm just a lowly bank robber. I don't belong here, surrounded by psychopaths and killers with no remorse... At least, I don't think I do.

I’m Corvus Van der Horn, and as my family’s poisoner and torturer, I’m a master of control, cruelty, and patience. My prisoners are faceless pawns who ought to fear me. Until Dalton. He should be forgettable—a washed-up fighter and gambler with more debt than sense. Then I saw his phone. Turns out half the city’s men would sell their souls to let him wreck them. Now I can’t stop asking why. So we strike a deal: his freedom, in exchange for the kind of night I could never risk with anyone else. A chance to give up control. Just once.

Tyler. Mr. Phillips. The silver fox that fills my fantasies and has been off limits…until now. Our one night together turns into more than we could have ever imagined. But when real life explodes into our torrid romance, can we handle what it brings?

Nach einem verzweifelten Versuch, ihrem Leben ein Ende zu setzen, findet sich Wynn in Harlow Sanctum wieder. Das altehrwürdige Sanatorium ist bekannt für seine unkonventionellen Therapiemethoden und berüchtigt für die Geheimnisse, die hinter seinen Mauern lauern. Dort lernt Wynn schließlich auch Liam kennen. Liam ist düster, grausam, gebrochen – und dennoch voller Lebenswillen. Die beiden könnten nicht unterschiedlicher sein. Aber können sie ineinander auch Heilung finden?

Spicy gay taboo romance, die BookTok im Sturm erobert – Fakedating für OnlyFans war noch nie so heiß! Kyran Harbor ist alles, was ich nicht bin. Reich. Beliebt. Ein Superstar-Footballspieler, der erstaunlich grüblerisch für jemanden ist, der alles hat. Im Grunde genommen ist er ein Schnösel, der mich hasst. Oh, und er ist auch mein Stiefbruder. Genau, wir stecken zusammen fest, teilen eine Schule, ein Haus ... ein Badezimmer. Ehrlich gesagt, wäre es mir egal – wenn er nicht so ein steifer Kontrollfreak wäre, der mich nur deshalb ärgert, weil wir unterschiedlich sind.

Four mercenaries accidentally save a young man from being trafficked. Scared for his life, he chooses to be theirs in exchange for protection, but the deal soon turns into way more as Clover develops feelings for all four of his saviors.

I survived his world, but not without changing me. Not without sinking me with him into the void. Turns out, sometimes, in order to set something free, you have to destroy it. The game isn’t over. The lessons aren’t finished. And the deeper I go, the harder it is to tell where he ends and I begin.

Three masked men. One night. One room. One goal. Falling in love is out of the question. Watching my mother die for love only made me want it that much less. When things become too serious with my boyfriend in college, I know it’s time to step back. The only problem is, he doesn’t feel the same. His brand of love is possessive. Fierce. Terrifying. And he’s not afraid to enlist my best friend and my former stepbrother to help him get me back. The plan?

Cain: Everything ceases when he sees her at the gas station off Old Highway 28. Even the voices in his head. Armed with his training, wits, and a few weapons, Cain sets off on the hunt of a lifetime. One that'll only end in bloodshed.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. Technically. I faked my death to get out of a loveless marriage, but that was only half the battle. To ensure my vampire duke can never find me, I have to run far and fast enough so he can’t catch me. Because if he does, it’s over. Not just my life—for real this time—but my entire family’s.

Der Auftakt zu einer US-Bestseller-Serie voller Erotik, Leidenschaft und Mystik. Bereits über 3.300 Rezensionen alleine auf Amazon. Sera ist von einer Vergangenheit traumatisiert, die sie nicht hinter sich lassen kann. Sie hat sich während der letzten drei Jahre auf dem College vor der Welt versteckt und sich dort ein ruhiges Leben aufgebaut. Zufällig trifft sie auf Liam, der ihre wohlbehütete Welt ins Wanken bringt. Er weckt Gefühle in ihr, von denen sie nie gedacht hätte, dass sie möglich wären und deren Intensität ihr Angst macht.

To the unassuming observer, Ben Lockwood is your typical suburban dad. Aside from the fact that he's only thirty-six and his daughter is a sophomore in college. He and his wife, Jessica, had their only daughter, Hailey, when they were in high school. So you can imagine the unease Ben is feeling when said daughter brings her new boyfriend home for Thanksgiving… To stay in their house for the whole weekend.

'Twas the night before Christmas. A secret was looming. The lust in my heart had become too consuming. Make no mistake, no blood do we share, But my guardian was the man whose cross I did bear. With his icy coal eyes, and peppermint lips, Under mistletoe I stood, no chance to resist. For it was on none other than this cold silent night, That I gave into wrong, and it felt so damn right.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.

My boyfriend’s been trying to kill me for weeks. Well, I guess he's my boyfriend. I mean, we've never officially been introduced, but he's always standing in the shadows, watching me. That has to be a good sign, right? The first time I saw him, he was hunched down in my bushes, aiming a rifle at my heart, and he's turned up with a new weapon every night since. As fun as our silly little game of Murder Daddy may be, I’m getting tired of having to steal my stalker-slash-boyfriend’s affection by disarming him and using his weapons against him.

All I want is to join my family for their annual Christmas hunt. But no, because that’s apparently only for married men. Like I need a ring on my finger to shoot a man in the back. Oh, yes, the tradition is hunting people. We keep some enemies alive and let them think they can escape. It’s just a bit of festive fun, really, so it infuriates me that I, their best hitman, can't take part. If my homophobic father thinks I’ll marry a woman to qualify, he’s delusional. This year, I’m coming home with a husband. And the perfect disaster of a man literally falls into my lap.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about him... the man dating my sister. But no matter how much I try to focus on other women, my mind keeps circling back to him. It started as unease, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a feeling that there was something off about him. Then it grew... an obsession I couldn’t control.