Ergebnis für "The Dead" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

I always thought I’d die crushed under the weight of my TBR pile, but my death was a plot twist I didn’t see coming. Save your sympathy! Now that I’m dead, I’m living my best freaking life. I’m free to read books for hours on end without worrying about food, rent, or, well, any interruptions. I might finally be able to get through my TBR list… maybe. The only one who can see me in my ghostly form is Wasabi, an adorable rat that lives in the library archives.

Das ist Buch 3 der Reihe. Vorkenntnisse aus den ersten beiden Teilen sind unbedingt erforderlich. Die Gewalt in der Stadt wächst und die Zeit, eine Seite zu wählen, ist endgültig gekommen. Für manche, wie Levi, könnte es bedeuten, einen Freund zu verlieren. Als wäre das nicht schon schlimm genug, droht das Department vor seinen Augen auseinanderzufallen, ohne dass er etwas dagegen tun kann. Neue Gruppierungen entstehen, während alte zerfallen, und jede von ihnen scheint eine eigene Agenda zu haben. Oberflächlich betrachtet, geht es jedem ausschließlich um das Wohl der Bürger.

Divorced. Broke. Living with a pack of elderly roommates. And those hallucinations she’s diligently ignoring? Her tarot card-dealing mom is convinced they’re clairvoyant visions. Just when things can’t get worse, a so-hot-it-should-be-illegal private investigator shows up on her doorstep looking for a neighbor...who turns up murdered.

Having been a camp counselor for the last three summers, I can handle most situations that come my way courtesy of rowdy children. This year shouldn't be any different, even with a new counselor who's everyone's type and too good to be true. But even so, Kayde Lane is nothing I can't deal with. Until I stumble upon him at night with an ax and sinister intentions towards the campers we're meant to protect.

„DU GEHÖRST JETZT MIR“ Sie hat einen großen Fehler gemacht. Ein Tacone lässt sich nicht erpressen. Sie will mir drohen? Das geht gar nicht. Falls sie Geld braucht, soll sie mich brav darum bitten. Aber sobald ich es ihr gebe, ist uns beiden klar, was das bedeutet: Sie gehört mir. Ich halte mich so gut es geht zurück und behandle sie mit Respekt. Leider kann ich einfach nicht die Finger von ihr lassen.

Loving her was like breathing air—it was hard to live without. Journey Smith was quiet and guarded, and above all else, beautiful. When we were alone, I grew to know the girl behind the stormy eyes. Her hesitant touches and hidden smiles were reserved for me, but now they're gone. Stolen moments of happiness were replaced with sharp barbs and fiery glares concealing her fear. Our past was written in the stone of St. Mary’s—a past that I was not willing to repeat. But what I assumed to be the truth was nothing more than a fabrication of such.

Florence ist sicher: Die wahre Liebe ist tot. Bis sie Ben trifft, der diesen Glauben auf die Probe stellt... Seit ihre letzte Beziehung in die Brüche ging, glaubt Florence nicht mehr an die Liebe und schon gar nicht an Happy Ends. Als Ghostwriterin der erfolgreichen Romance-Autorin Ann Nichols muss sie die aber schreiben – zumal Ben, ihr überaus attraktiver neuer Lektor, ihre Schreibblockade nicht akzeptiert. Da erfährt Florence, dass ihr Vater gestorben ist, mit dem sie ein Geheimnis teilte.

She can't stand me. She also thinks she's got me all worked out. My Princess is determined to stay as far away from me as possible. Eighteen months ago, she wanted me, but now, she's convinced I'm bad news. The thing is an attraction like ours doesn't just fade, and my need for her has only grown stronger no matter how many times she offers me a scowl instead of her beautiful smile. We've been playing a game of cat and mouse since the day she wore my jersey, and fortunately for her, I love the chase.

I’m the prince of death. A son of carnage born of wicked deeds and sin-filled nightmares. Nobody understood me. Until her. My Spider. The wild girl I claimed from a sea of violent men. But others want her too. The enemies who lurk within my walls seek to steal her from my grasp. They’re my captives, but maybe they’re the answer to my greatest fear too. Because the Grim Reaper shadows every move I make, and he’s always watching her.

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet under like the government wanted. Not until I claw my way through the academy that yearns to finish what was started that night. I'd vowed to get back to the men who risked everything to save me—the ones twice my age who should've never looked twice at the naive, bubbly Omega who thought the world wasn't cruel. I learned the hard way. It's merciless.

Once a devoted children's librarian, Jane Jameson now works at a rundown occult bookstore. Once a regular gal, she's now a vampire. And instead of a bride, she's an eternal bridesmaid -- which leads her to question where exactly her relationship with her irresistibly sexy sire, Gabriel, is headed. Mercurial, enigmatic, apparently commitment-phobic vampires are nothing if not hard to read.

Ein erhängtes Einhorn auf dem Shirt, ansonsten trägt sie nur einen schwarzen Slip. Ein riesiger Sensenmann bedeckt ihren linken Oberschenkel. Ihre Füße stecken in derben Stiefeln, einer davon zerdrückt langsam die Kehle des Mannes auf dem Boden vor ihr. Ihre Haut zieren mehr Tattoos als meine. Ihre Locken sehen aus, als wäre sie gerade aus dem Bett gefallen. Die Schrotflinte in ihren Händen zielt direkt auf mich. Wenn sie das ernst meint, ist sie noch irrer als ich. Ich glaube, das gefällt mir, meinem Schwanz gefällt sie auf jeden Fall. Trotzdem ist das gerade ein echt schlechter Zeitpunkt.

The Kingsmen’s top tight end. My brother’s friend and teammate. My new neighbor. The grumpy to my sunshine. But underneath that grumpy exterior, there’s so much more.

Lights Out meets Butcher & Blackbird in Dead Lift, a serial killer romcom from indie author Clio Evans Murdering a man isn't hard. Getting rid of the body, though? That’s another story. Forensic scientist Shelby has a simple plan. Get justice for her sister, kill the men who murdered her, and...

I’m the girl who no one wanted. Or the one who got away. Depending on who you ask. Either way, betrayal and heartache have been my friends for far too long and it’s time for me to start over. I gave the Harlequin boys a chance to change. A chance to prove that history wasn’t just set to repeat itself. But they failed with spectacular colors.

The Irish enforcer for The Fallen Men MC is everything good girls are taught to stay away from. Only, I found myself inexorably drawn into his dark gravitational pull. I wanted to know what it would be like to walk beside the human personification of Death and hold his hand, feel his kiss, and maybe even earn his undying love. But Priest McKenna is older, cold as ice, and notoriously unfeeling.

Ashland, Tennessee was where I planned to start over and become the woman I wanted to be; a woman who was fun and just a little bit reckless. The need to break out of my shell led to one wild night with a man I never planned on seeing again. But when the tattooed stranger showed up unexpectedly at my new job, he made it clear that once wasn't going to be enough for him. As the president of a motorcycle club with a checkered past, Courtland Pope should have scared me, but no matter how hard I tried to stay away, the pull to him was too strong to ignore.

Lei ha fatto un grosso errore. Non si ricatta un Tacone. Presentarsi da me e minacciarmi? È inaccettabile. Se ha bisogno di denaro, deve chiedermelo con gentilezza. Ma sappiamo entrambi come funzionano queste cose. Una volta che le concederò il prestito, lei apparterrà a me. Faccio del mio meglio per trattenermi. Per rispettarla. E ora che è sotto il mio controllo… non ho intenzione di lasciarla andare.

Paige Davies finds her world turned upside down as she becomes involved in her best friends' nightmare. The strong-willed Paige doesn't know which is worse: someone trying to kill her, or losing her dog to the man she loves to hate. FBI Agent Cole Parker can't decide whether he should strangle or kiss this infuriating woman of his dreams. As he works the case of his career, he finds that love can be tougher than bringing down some of the most powerful men in America.