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.

Emmanuel. Love is a weakness. You either kill it or it will kill you. I’ve been in love once, and that’s what I did. I killed it. I’ve managed to avoid the weakness throughout my entire life. And then I saw her. A ghost from my past, very much alive and right in front of me. When she tries to flee from my grasp, I hold tighter. Because dead or alive, Evie is mine. Evie. I’ve spent my life being put on display. Beautiful is a word I’ve heard a million times. Do I believe it? No. I might be shiny on the outside, but the inside… is a dark, scarred, bruised place.

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.

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.

From the author of the New York Times bestseller Better Than the Movies comes a romantic, heartfelt sequel that will sweep you off of your feet! Wes had his dream girl but then he lost her – and the only way to get her back is to scheme like a rom-com hero… For a few beautiful months, Wes...

„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.

Brought to you by Penguin. Have you ever had a break-up so bad you wish the whole relationship had never happened? Well, Gemma's wish has come true. After one too many margaritas lead to her mystical aunt reading out a drunken spell, she wakes up in a parallel world where she didn't give years...

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.

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.

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 bestselling author of Lovers & Players returns with Drop Dead Beautiful her 25th fabulous novel and her most beloved character, Lucky Santangelo. Get ready for the scandalously scintillating read only Jackie Collins can deliver! Like mother, like daughter. No truer words for Lucky...

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.

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 (hopefully) get away with it. But when a hot himbo with a man-bun catches Shelby in the act—her...

What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did. Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret. I'm going to be the mother of his child, and I'm determined to see this through. Carter told me, point blank, that he doesn't want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to do this on my own. Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body!

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.

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.

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.

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.