Ergebnis für "Take a Chance On Me" in Literatur & Belletristik

I have only one goal in life: become a detective. It’s there, just out of reach, so close I can taste it. When I find out the Vitale family is about to be investigated again, I do what I do best. Jump in head first. There’s just one problem; Enzo Vitale. The man is red hot danger, every word a dare from his lips. And I never was one to turn away from a challenge….

Aidan Edwards verlässt immer als Letzter das Büro. Umso verwunderlicher ist es, dass er eines Nachts nicht allein im Fahrstuhl steht. Sein Boss Cole McCarthy ist schon drin und seiner düsteren Miene nach zu urteilen sehr schlecht gelaunt. Aidan versucht seine Angst vor ihm zu verbergen. Doch das Schicksal ist ein mieser Verräter - denn der Fahrstuhl bleibt stecken. Als dann auch noch das Licht ausfällt und Aidans Wange ein heißer Atem streift, begreift er, dass er dem Raubtier direkt in die Falle gegangen ist.

You'd think a demon could take a break after stopping a hell portal from opening and an assassin from killing innocents, but fate has something else planned for Brian and Raphael. There is no rest for the wicked. And speaking of wicked, the more Brian learn about his demonic inhabitant, the more grateful he is that he'd been chosen. When a new threat emerges, Brian and Raphael have to pull out all the stops to prevent their king's evil brother, Katashniel, from breaking through the eighth gate and bringing his hellish army with him.

Everyone knows demons are evil. They're vicious monsters hungry for your blood, body and soul. All I knew was that I couldn't survive another day on the run. Betrayed by my coven, I teetered on the edge of ruin, caught in the crosshairs of the genocidal cult who murdered my family. But I had a crazy plan to save my life. Too bad it would probably cost me my soul. Out of time and out of options, I'm forced to summon a wicked demon for protection—a sin-soaked king with a devilish smirk and hunger in his glowing eyes.

Hello, my name is Kennedy, and I’m an addict. Pills, booze—you name it, I tried it. I wasn’t exactly particular about it. Now, I’m two years sober, in a new country, and looking for a fresh start. But my noisy, upstairs neighbor is testing the limits of my sobriety. He’s either watching an adult film marathon, harboring a hooker, or performing an exorcism in his flat.