Ergebnis für "Making Love Season" in Krimis & Thriller

Wem kannst du vertrauen, wenn nicht deiner eigenen Mutter? Studentin Mackenzie Casper hat stets im Schatten ihrer berühmten Mutter Elizabeth gelebt, einer der bekanntesten Thriller-Autorinnen der Welt. Doch jetzt ist Elizabeth tot. Mackenzie ist nicht die Einzige die Zweifel daran hat, dass es ein tragischer Unfall war. Auf der Trauerfeier erhält sie einen mysteriösen Brief mit Seiten aus dem Tagebuch ihrer Mutter. Weitere Briefe folgen. Hatte ihre Mom Geheimnisse, die sie das Leben kosteten? Um das herauszufinden, muss Mackenzie selbst Nachforschungen anstellen.

Mackenzie Casper is a brilliant student. But she is best known for her mother, a best-selling author whose dark, twisted thrillers have a dedicated worldwide fanbase. When her mother dies in an accident, fans across the world are left grieving, and the investigators are asking: Was that really an accident?

What do jazz pixies, siren celebrities, and 300 disastrous dates with supernatural men have in common? Me. I’m Cerys. And at 22 years old, running a paranormal dating agency with my bestie and living in the magical society of Nepos is an amazing life. Not gonna lie, though - it’d be better with a little action. When my "extinct" brand of magic explodes in the presence of true love, the off-the-charts sexy but infuriatingly bored Detective Devereaux gets involved. And let me tell you, ladies, there are m-u-s-c-l-e-s under his long coat!

I've been told all my life that love is a weakness in our world. That couldn't be further from the truth, but that's only half of what I need to finish the job. Power—it's the only thing some people understand besides money. I'm not worried; power is one thing I'm not lacking in this fight. That's what comes with being the sole heir to two criminal empires and making friends in all the right places. Now that all the pieces are set, it's finally time to shake things up in this criminal world and bring an end to the era of the Five Families.

Nina Anderson ruined me for all other women, launching into my world and anchoring herself to my core. She ran—she always ran. Now she's back, holding the tattered pieces of my soul in her fingertips and wanting more than I'm willing to give. I don't want her. I don't trust her. But I need her. Our love is toxic, our words lethal, our bond—unbreakable. But while we toe the line blindly, we both miss the demons we unveil with our light.