Ergebnis für "The Boy Next Door" in Frauenliteratur

I left my brothers in the marines to start a family. I left my ex-wife when that family drove her to drink and drugs. Now all I have left is my son - and he's all I care about. I can't afford to make another mistake. And the girl who moved in next door? Mistake written all over her. But I can't take my damn eyes off her. As she tries to start a new life away from her abusive ex, she has her own reasons to stay away. But we can't help it. We're drawn to each other. And when she tells me how much she wants a baby...I make every mistake in the book. Because I want a family again.

A gripping novel full of shocking reveals, perfect for fans of Liane Moriarty, Amanda Prowse and Kerry Fisher. The small suburb of Pleasant Court lives up to its name. It's the kind of place where everyone knows their neighbours, and children play in the street. Isabelle Heatherington doesn't fit into this picture of family paradise. Husbandless and childless, she soon captures the attention of three Pleasant Court mothers. But Ange, Fran and Essie have their own secrets to hide.

From the outside, Essie’s life looks idyllic: a loving husband, a beautiful house in a good neighborhood, and a nearby mother who dotes on her grandchildren. But few of Essie’s friends know her secret shame: that in a moment of maternal despair, she once walked away from her newborn, asleep in her carriage in a park. Disaster was avoided, and Essie got better, but she still fears what lurks inside her, even as her daughter gets older and she has a second baby.

It's Tag Crane's job to be the life of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn't perfect. Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night - and so is the Great Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem, Tag charges downstairs, right into the most beautiful blond distraction he's ever seen.

One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste. Until I'm tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She's a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one's ever told me no, and I'm not about to let it stop me now.

I'm heartless and cutthroat. It's just the way I was raised. I had no regrets. Until she showed up. It started with her old man. That stubborn bastard set me up. He knew what he was doing. I fell for her before I even heard her voice. What was he thinking, trying to set her up with a prick like me? She's too good for me. I should've walked away. But every time she told me no, it only made me want to chase her more.

I'm used to getting what I want. But I've never wanted anyone like her. I'm the CEO. I dominate the boardroom with my presence. What I want, I get. I have the world at my beck and call. But that no longer excites me. Nothing does. Until she comes along. My Rose. Her deep blue eyes. Her tempting curves. They call to me, holding my attention like nothing has in years. I should walk away, but the soft sighs spilling from her plump lips are addictive.