Ergebnis für "Tequila, Tequila" in Belletristik

It wouldn’t be the holidays without a little extra sparkle - and nobody does sparkles quite like Miss Elva. When she decides to debut her Spring resort wear line during a fashion show at Lucky’s, all of Tequila Key turns out for the holiday event. Althea doesn’t know which is more shocking - the fact that the models are wearing glitter boy shorts and Santa hats, or the fact that she kind of wants to see her husband, Trace, in said shorts. Either way, all bets are off when Miss Elva’s eye candy for the night takes a sip of her drink and gets poisoned.

It’s been three years. It’s time to let go of the past. When a man covered in tattoos walks into the bar where I work, with a guitar case slung over his back and a determined swagger, I think I’m finally ready to move on...until I see his guitar. I’d recognize it anywhere. It was the last gift Nate ever received from his father.

Jessica Watts has gotten less picky about the booze she’ll drink and the jobs she’ll take. But when she’s asked to find the missing daughter of a shady Mexican business mogul, the quest hits close to home for someone who hasn’t seen her parents in years….

En esta novela transitaremos por los caminos de la política y el tráfico de influencias, de los mercados financieros y las venas criminales que los alimentan. Entenderemos aquí que los hombres públicos arrastran y esconden pasados tortuosos, que los personeros del Estado y su aparato represivo obran en la sombra más en beneficio del lucro personal que de idearios nacionales. Y confirmaremos que buena parte de esos procesos se desarrollan más allá del escrutinio–tan relativo–que los medios y el ciudadano común realizan sobre la agitación de la vida pública.

When dusty outlaw Clay Wilder pulls off the biggest and last heist of his storied career, he and his gang head south of the border to avoid the long arm of the law and the U.S. Army. They think themselves out of reach in the small town of Rio De Sangre, but Clay and his gang have only jumped out of the frying pan and into the fiery bowels of hell and all its evils.

When I ask my online friend for legal advice, the last thing I expect is for the sexy single dad to show up in this dinky town in person. Or that I would take one look at his stern face and want to climb Arden McRae like a tree. Kissing Arden is pure impulse. But stepping into his high-society world means more than learning to read a menu in French.