Ergebnis für "Seattle Billionaires Band 2 Billion Dollar Beast" in Krimis & Thriller

John Salvatore Fontanelli ist ein armer Schlucker, bis er eine unglaubliche Erbschaft macht: ein Vermögen, das ein entfernter Vorfahr im 16. Jahrhundert hinterlassen hat und das durch Zins und Zinseszins in fast 500 Jahren auf über eine Billion Dollar angewachsen ist. Der Erbe dieses Vermögens, so heißt es im Testament, werde einst der Menschheit die verlorene Zukunft wiedergeben. John tritt das Erbe an. Er legt sich Leibwächter zu, verhandelt mit Ministern und Kardinälen.

Der Traum vom reichen Onkel - für den New Yorker Pizzaliferanten John Salvatore Fontanelli wird er wahr. Ein 500 Jahre altes Testament macht ihn über Nacht zum reichsten Mann der Welt. Sein Vermögen übertrifft alle Vorstellungen - er ist reicher als die zweihundert reichsten Menschen der Welt zusammen.

BILLIONAIRE FOR SALE is a darkly comic romantic thriller about being held to ransom. By your family. By your marriage. By mysterious kidnappers who burst into your best friend’s villa and seize you at gunpoint. Tess realizes she’s made a mistake marrying billionaire Jeremy McCarthy, and questions her unfulfilling life with him. Just as she’s ready to leave her lavish life behind, masked gunmen crash into her world and kidnap her husband and three friends. Now, instead of walking away, Tess is pulled into a dangerous world of high-stakes negotiations and even higher personal stakes.

I was in big trouble. The biggest. Running out of time, I turned to him. Jacob Winters promised he'd solve all my problems. All I had to do was become his pet. With some men, that kind of deal might have been a nightmare. Jacob Winters was a dream come true. I was raised to be a lady, not a man's plaything. But with Jacob, I almost had it all; pleasure like I'd never known and protection from the danger stalking me. Was it greedy to want more? I had his body, but I wanted his heart.

For two years I held Vance Winters off...right up until the day my fiancé dumped me for his mistress and Vance kissed me senseless. Vance Winters was six feet of dangerously beautiful mayhem. Wicked blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and golden skin covered in tattoos. Trouble. I should have taken one look and run in the other direction. I should have told him to take his job offer and shove it up his tight, perfect ass. I should have done a lot of things.

Josephine: It was the worst blind date in the history of the universe, until Holden Winters swept in and rescued me. Are you kidding? Holden Winters? A scion of the notorious Winters family, Holden is gorgeous, wealthy, and brilliant. He dates socialites and pop stars, not computer science grad students more comfortable in a hoodie than couture. Our night together was a fantasy...and a huge mistake.

I tried to say no. I did more than try, I flat out turned him down. Repeatedly. But Tate Winters doesn't take no for an answer. He's smart, hot, and he knows how to get to me. Before I can stop myself, I'm falling for him. But Tate doesn't know my secrets. He doesn't understand that we can't be together, no matter how much we both want it.

I never expected the man I saw as nothing but a billionaire player to be the only person who could rescue me from near insanity. One moment, everything was perfect, until it...wasn't. I guess I never realized that brief periods of perfection could instantly be followed by a nine-day, horrific hostage situation that would forever change the woman I'd been before that incident. Oddly, after my release, the only person who knew that I was struggling to get my life back was Jaxton Montgomery, my billionaire boss, and the king of one-nighters. Not exactly the perfect confidante, right?

They say the gods will accept no small sacrifice. To appease them, you must give your all. I’ve sacrificed everything. Lived through loss and learned to love. To take the beauty with the pain. The rose with the thorns. This love story isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. We’ll hold onto it forever. And hope our forever is longer than a day. From the USA Today best-selling authors Stasia Black and Lee Savino comes a story of love, loss, surrender, and rebirth told in three parts, now complete in this trilogy collection.

Holt Sebastian is royalty in our world. As CEO of the Sebastian News Corp, he’s the man with all the power. The man who decides if I’ll always just be a local television anchor or if I’ll be the rising star of my own show.

I thought coming home would solve all my problems. I've never been more wrong. After a decade in the military, I'm more at home in the desert than the mansion where I grew up. I want to pretend that six months as a captive didn't change me, but ever since I escaped, I haven't slept. Nightmares. Flashbacks. Nothing makes sense anymore. Until I see her. Standing in the moonlight in her white nightgown, she looks like an angel. The second I touch her I know she's all woman.

The rock on her hand is real, but our engagement is a fake. Once upon a time, I dreamed of buying her a ring, until everything blew up in my face. That was the past, and this is business. At least it is until I kiss her. It's supposed to be part of the act - and it is, right until my lips touch hers. I forget where we are. I forget why I'm kissing her. I just want more. More of her taste, more of the tug of her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer. More of her tongue stroking mine, more of her breath in my lungs. Just more. I want everything.

I didn't buy my house just so I could stare at the guy next door. I swear. It's not my fault he mows the lawn with his shirt off. His tattooed muscles are an eye magnet. I can't look away. The first kiss is an accident. One taste and I have to have more. We were supposed to keep it casual. Neighbors with benefits. No big deal. When a client comes after me for turning him in to the FBI, Lucas swears he'll keep me safe. I'm not supposed to fall in love with him. That's not the deal. I'm walking straight into broken heart, and I can't stop myself.

I’ve got a big...ego and an even bigger bank account. That’s pretty much where my bio ends. I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Do I sound like a jerk to you? That’s because I am. It works for me just fine. Or at least it did. Until I met her. Books talk about sparks flying. Screw that. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem. She wouldn’t tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest night of my life.