Ergebnis für "MALADY Wayward" in Liebesromane

Ich hasse ihn ... und muss so tun, als sei ich total verliebt! Brody McKinnon ist der Star-Eishockeyspieler des Whitmore College. Natürlich ist er populär bei den Mädchen. Er kann jede haben, und nicht immer nur eine. Ich bin die Ausnahme, denn ich kann ihn nicht ausstehen. Sein arrogantes Gehabe, seine weiblichen Fans, die sich an ihn ranschmeißen, seine ständige Präsenz in den Vorlesungen – er sitzt immer in meiner Nähe, egal, welchen Platz ich wähle ... Das alles geht mir ziemlich auf die Nerven. Und dann erlebe ich auch noch die schlimmste Woche meines Lebens.

Maksim Lenkov is certain he’s not a good man. His father isn’t, and since Maks is his second in command, then certainly, he’s just as evil. The list of sins is long, and there’s no getting around that. What’s messing him up is that despite all that, in the midst of life and death, his only friend tells him he’s been a blessing, law enforcement is treating him like he prevented more bloodshed than he caused, and everyone is concerned with doing right by him. Why? And how is Maks supposed to figure out who he is when everything he thought he knew is suddenly turned upside down?

Emery Hazard is trying to plan his wedding, even though his fiancé, John-Henry Somerset, isn’t exactly making things easy for him. To be fair, Somers has been distracted lately; his father is running for mayor in a hotly contested election, and their hometown is splintering under the weight of divisive politics. In a matter of hours, those poisonous politics invade Hazard’s life in a way he couldn’t have imagined.

In only six weeks, Isla Ramsey is due to marry Henry Northrup, the sixth Earl of Sydney. But she remains haunted by memories of the dashing Hugh Courtney, the Marquess Pierce. The handsome aristocrat had hinted at forever and then tossed her aside, leaving Isla with few viable options. Now, as she awaits her new fiance's arrival from London, she rides her horse past Hugh's estate at Hazelwood every day, pining for a man who was never truly hers.