Ergebnis für "The Number of the Beast" in Liebesromane

I am the president of The Knights of St. Bon Motorcycle Club. A seven-foot mountain of muscle and bone in a pair of motorcycle boots and a leather cut. Cursed with demons and darkness and secrets that run deep. To the people of St. Bon, I am a monster. To my club brothers, I am a fearless leader. To her, I am a nightmare.

Once upon a time, I fell in love with two men. Their feelings for me were matched only by their hatred for each other. Gaeton, with his brash charm and casual cruelty. Beast, his lust equal to his penchant for violence. Being with them was sinful and perfect in different ways. In the end, I couldn’t choose, and I lost them both. Now, my sisters have tasked me with securing our power base, no matter the cost. I will do anything for my family - even if it means agreeing to the terms set by Gaeton and Beast.

When half-human Kai Schiffer steps into the Interstices—the post-creation gaps between realms—his supernatural half kicks in, and he literally disappears unless…well, don’t ask. But in a stroke (heh) of good fortune, Kai finally has a chance to show his face (and other parts, stars willing) to his long-time crush Jovan Kos—Interstitial Law Enforcement agent, wolf warrior, occasional berserker, and best man at their mutual best friends’ Imbolc wedding. Jovan is grateful his best man duties are light enough that he can focus on Kai. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Glühende Augen in der Finsternis. Formen, die ich nicht ausmachen kann. Laute, die nicht menschlich sind. Sie haben mich entführt und eingesperrt. Ich bin nicht allein hier drin. Ich soll den Hunger einer Bestie stillen. Die Augen sagen mir, wonach er giert. Es gibt keinen Ausweg. Ich bin der Kreatur ausgeliefert. Doch er weckt etwas in mir. Etwas, dem ich mich nicht entziehen kann. Monster gibt es wirklich. Doch ich weiß nicht, ob sie in der Dunkelheit lauern.

Jessamine Glenmyr is on the run. She thought she'd fled far enough, living a life of obscurity in the Borderlands among rogues and outcasts. She was wrong. When her enemy finds her, she flees deeper into dark fae territory, risking death in the frozen woodlands. Lord Redvyr is annoyed when his wolf drags an unconscious and wounded light fae into his hunting camp. Their kind can never be trusted, and yet, as lord of his people, he is compelled to help her. The last thing Redvyr wants is a beautiful and beguiling fae wreaking havoc in his clan.

Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales. But then he took me. And he taught me that life isn't a fairytale. He is scarred. Broken. A dark and wild thing. His beauty is violent and his words are cruel. His heart is a shadowed landscape where nothing can grow. He tells me he could never care for me, and he proves it every day.

I left my hometown for a reason. Coming back was never part of the plan. But the job I came here to do is more important than my tortured past - and everything I left behind to escape it. Now I'm a federal agent, working a case deeply rooted in the community, and his club is in the middle of an investigation I'm about to crack wide open. I don't want to fall for him again. I can't get hurt again. But the harder I fight this attraction, the harder it becomes to resist.

Scarred and tortured during years in captivity, Duncan Ross must come to learn that he can live a normal life and allow himself to be loved. Duncan Ross' inner scars are even more horrifying that the visible ones. Unable to control his rages, he hides himself away from his close-knit family. A normal life that includes a wife and family will never be his, a truth he's accepted. When a beautiful woman decides to tell her family they are courting, the time soon comes for him to make a difficult decision that will break her heart and shatter his lonely soul.

Be the latest bachelor beast on an Earth reality television show to find his perfect mate or face certain death in an Atlan prison. Braun’s not sure which is worse...until a female enters his hotel suite with towels and cleaning supplies. She isn’t part of the television show. She isn’t available. She isn’t interested in mating with an alien. She isn’t his. Try telling that to his beast, because one look at the maid and Braun knows he will do anything...anything, to claim her.

Since being named “London’s Lord to Land” by a popular ladies’ magazine, Nicholas St. John has been relentlessly pursued by every matrimony-minded female in the ton. So when an opportunity to escape fashionable society presentsitself, he eagerly jumps—only to land in the path of the...

When word comes that two key witnesses in an investigation are dead, North and Shaw are surprised—and pleased—to learn that their friend, John-Henry Somerset, is interested in hiring them as freelance contractors for the Wahredua police department. The department is stretched thin, and the investigation into the Cottonmouth Club (and the criminal organization operating there) is collapsing. Not to mention—in North and Shaw’s opinion, anyway—they’re the best detectives around.

Rhage and Mary return in a new novel of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, a series “so popular, I don’t think there’s a reader today who hasn’t at least heard of [it]” (USA Today). Nothing is as it used to be for the Black Dagger Brotherhood. After avoiding war with the Shadows...

Intrigued by the scandal of London’s Lost Lords, intrepid Miss Faye Poplar resolves to untangle the mystery of those complicit in the disappearance of the young lords and ladies - even if it leads her to the steps of the most powerful peers. But she’ll require the help only one man can provide...the ruthless Beast of Newgate.

Alaar wants me to be the savior of the universe. The werewolf Alpha of Ironclaw is obsessed and has sunk to horrifying new depths to get his paws on me. Poor Sarah, the poltergeist, has had a breakdown, and I'm the only one who can stop her from razing Castlemaine to the ground. Even Dwayne is driving me insane. There's no training in this world that could prepare me for dealing with a love-sick battle goose. The only person who I want to have a piece of me, the only person who I want to get closer to... The Vampire Lord.

One minute, I'm working as a cook, the next, I've been abducted by robocops and sent to a distant planet where I'm attacked by a ferocious beast. Then a seven-foot-tall, blue-skinned alien rescues me with crystal spears slashing. He cuddles me in his arms, and I feel safe for the first time since fleeing my stalker ex. Until he tosses me over his shoulder and takes me back to his clan where he announces I'm his new bride. I'm determined to return home, but there's something about Aizor I can't resist. Am I falling for this musclebound alien with a killer smile?

It had to be said that I didn't much care for the Devil. Especially when he tried to use me to control the Beast. But this was his mistake. As such, I had been granted early release, and as for the Beast… he was not happy. So now Hell had a problem. A big one. One named Abaddon who was currently tearing Hell apart trying to find me. Which meant I now had a choice to make. Let the Beast destroy all the realms or find myself a date.

Beneath Helen’s beautiful façade, Alistair finds a courageous and sensual woman. A woman who doesn’t back away from his surliness—or his scars. But just as he begins to believe in true love, Helen’s secret past threatens to tear them apart. Now both Beast and Beauty must fight for the one thing neither believed they could ever find—a happy ever after.

Pepper Pace's interracial fairytale is the story of Beast, a marine with a destroyed face; and a plus-sized beauty who has identity issues. A lesson learned is that beauty is not just what is shown on the outside. In this romance taken from the Beauty and the Beast fairytale, Pepper makes you question: "Who is the beauty and who is the beast?" This story contains sexually explicit content and language.

My father had just sold me off. Bartered my body to erase his debt to the very devil himself. A Beast of a man. Literally. A creature whispered about amongst the villagers and feared by all. He was a beastly visage at three times the size of a man, his monstrously huge body covered in fur. Sharp fangs and eyes that held an unearthly red glow. He had paw-like hands tipped with claws and horns that arched back from his inhuman face. I was to live with him, to be his in every way—all ways—he saw fit.