Ergebnis für "The Devil's Foot" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

Nico De Kysa. Cold. Detached. Ruthless. And my new husband. I didn't want to marry the despicable mafia don. But my father made a deal with the devil, and lucky me, I'm the currency. If I leave… He'll destroy my father's fortune. But if I stay… He'll obliterate my heart. In this union, the lines between love and hate are blurred. So blurred. He's a cold-blooded monster with ice in his veins and frost in his heart. But in bed, Nico De Kysa burns like wildfire. And in the heat of the night, I begin to forget why I hate the mobster.

Um ihr Leben zu retten, bleibt Shaileen Sullivan nichts anderes übrig, als eine neue Identität anzunehmen: Blake Crawford! In ihrer neuen Heimat, trifft sie ausgerechnet auf den Vize-Präsidenten des berühmt berüchtigten MotorradClub The Demons Hell. Plötzlich taucht Devil, der alles verkörpert , von dem sie eigentlich Abstand nehmen müsste, überall dort auf, wo auch sie sich aufhält. Zufall oder Absicht? Bevor sie das für sich enträtseln kann, findet sie sich inmitten eines Bandenkrieges wieder, bei dem ihre Vergangenheit eine größere Rolle spielt, als sie ahnt.

Governess Honoria Wetherby values her independence. She would rather travel the world than marry and give some man control of her life. Then, one stormy evening, fate changes all her plans. She stumbles upon a mortally wounded young man in the woods. When the stranger dies, she is trapped in a cabin with his body and with his newly arrived cousin, Devil, whom she soon learns is aptly named.

On the run from ruthless killers, I’m down to 10 bucks in my wallet and a half-tank of gas in my ancient car when I spot the ad for a live-in tutor. The job sounds like the answer to my prayers, but there’s a catch. The child’s father is the most beautiful, most dangerous man I’ve ever met. Darkly seductive and filthy rich, Nikolai Molotov is a tantalizing mystery, a lethally alluring contradiction. Bruised knuckles and tailored suits, tender endearments and dirty promises - my new employer draws me in like a magnet, even as my instincts scream for me to run.

I'm Everett "Rett" Ramses. New Orleans is my world, my realm, and my domain. After what I've done, some people say I'm the devil. I say I'm a man who knows what he wants, and nothing stops me from getting what I desire. I took New Orleans, and now I want Emma O'Brien. As the daughter of my father's rival and sworn enemy, her fate is to be my wife. Emma is in my world now. It's time she makes a deal with the devil.

Earning a full scholarship to King University was my hard-earned ticket out of hell. I'm happy to be away from the small town I grew up in. King was going to be my safe haven. A place where I could leave the old me behind and finally grow into the young man my family had desperately tried to hide away. Diving head first into new experiences, new friends, and parties, I didn't expect to run straight into the one thing I wasn't ready for.

I couldn’t kill Mara… But that doesn’t mean Shaw won’t. She’s living in my house, always with me, always under my control. The more I push her, the more she pushes back. She’s peeling away my secrets, one by one. And I’m tempting her to do things she never thought she’d do…. Shaw won’t stop hunting her.

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In Diana Kingston's defense, it was the middle of the night in the deserted hospital chapel. Surely it was just a dream. She hadn't really sold herself to a brooding stranger to save her father's life, right? Then she wakes, and her father is fully recovered, and a mysterious letter arrives from the tall, dark, handsome - um, devil? Yep, it was right there on the contract, Lucien Star, aka Lucifer Morningstar, that had been his name in the dream.... Gulp. What would the devil himself want with her? Sex. Three months of it, every Friday night.

One look at Jericho Forge, and I knew the rumors were true. He was a predator, and he had set his sights on me. I knew better than to bet more than I could afford to lose that night. I knew better than to bet myself. But desperation leads to bad decisions, and I thought there was no way I could lose. I was wrong. Now I have no choice but to make a deal with the devil....