Ergebnis für "The Priest" in Liebesromane

A handsome private detective shows up and tells Mistress Nora that a priest has just committed suicide, and she was the last person he tried to call. He would like to know why.... She doesn't know, but Nora and her new detective friend will turn over the city to find out, meeting liars, vampires, and witches along the way. When she finds what she's looking for, she may wish she'd never stepped foot in New Orleans.

Er ist ein Priester, aber er ist heißer als die Hölle. Ich darf ihm nicht erliegen. Er darf mich nicht wollen. Wenn sein Blick mich trifft, dringt er bis in meine Seele... und noch tiefer. Er soll damit aufhören! Sie sieht aus wie ein Engel, aber ich durchschaue sie. Sie kann nicht so naiv sein. Niemand ist so rein. Die Vergangenheit darf sich nicht wiederholen. Ich will nicht, dass auch sie mein Opfer wird. Aber was wenn ich ihre Bestimmung bin? Sündhaft-heiße Dark Romance. Düster und Grenzen überschreitend. Nach dem Dark & Deadly Motto der Autoren.

I can’t have Elijah Iverson. I can’t have him because he’s my older brother’s best friend. I can’t have him because I broke his heart five years ago; because he’s now engaged to someone else - someone kind and dependable who deserves his whiskey eyes, his soft mouth, his fierce intellect.

There are many rules a priest can't break. A priest cannot marry. A priest cannot abandon his flock. A priest cannot forsake his God. I've always been good at following rules. Until she came. Then I learned new rules.

I have nothing left. One moment of weakness seven years ago, and I lost my job, my art, and my only friend. Now I’m working nights at a gas station to scrape together a living and a way to care for my sister, and I’m completely alone. And then I see him on the front page of the newspaper, my former college student and the man who ruined my life seven years ago. Ryan Bell. So I carve a statue of the devil and I give the devil Bell’s face.

There’s nothing more important than family. It’s what I live for, what I’ve always lived for. So, when I’m forced to step back from the one girl I’m dying to claim as my own, it wrecks me. But when family asks you to keep a secret, you do it. No questions asked. I only hope that when the truth comes to light, the woman I can’t get out of my head gives me another chance. A chance to show her I could be her knight in beat-up leather if only she’d let me.

A blood prince who refused his crown. A priest who was never supposed to love him. A kingdom rotting beneath holy vows and royal lies. Dante Traibon was born heir to a blood-drinking dynasty, but he would rather vanish into the snow than become the monster his family demands. Stripped of name and power, he finds refuge with John Thompson, a farmer's grandson with a gentle heart and a future in the church.

The priest and the blood prince survived exposure. Now they must survive the road. Dante Traibon wanted to protect Father John from the brutal politics of his bloodline, but love has a way of dragging secrets into the light. With enemies closing in and the kingdom's corruption spreading beyond church walls and royal courts, Dante and John are forced into motion.

As the threat of a common enemy closes in, Ferren finds solace in the commander. While working together in the hope of saving their people, they forge a profound connection that tethers them in unexpected ways. Ferren must decide if she can go back to the stoic existence she once led when he has shown her a taste of the life she deserves.

Nazywam się Tyler Anselm Bell. Mam dwadzieścia dziewięć lat. Sześć miesięcy temu złamałem przysięgę celibatu na ołtarzu kościoła i, Boże, dopomóż mi, zrobiłbym to ponownie. Jestem księdzem, a to moja spowiedź. Tyler zawsze był dobry w przestrzeganiu reguł. Dopóki nie pojawiła się ona. Na początku znał tylko jej uwodzicielski głos i widział jedynie cień krwistoczerwonych ust, kiedy klęczała po drugiej stronie kratki konfesjonału.

As the eldest daughter of Ilias Dimitrou, I'm next in line to become the head of the Greek mafia. I'm getting good at putting on an act while I learn everything I need to know about the organization, but behind closed doors, I'm terrified. If my father's men catch a whiff of my fear, they'll rip me apart.

People said he was emotionless. Cold. But he burned her to the ground every chance he got. Priest Hayes thought he knew everything there was to know about the society of outlaws who ran by their own set of rules, and right now, he'd just taken the gavel. It didn't feel heavy. It felt like it...

I'm not a good man, and I've never pretended to be. I don't believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn't paid for in advance. What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18. They have words for men like me - playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser. My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me: sinner.

I’m lonely, but am I ready to move on? I’ve been Ankh’s old man for as long as Hell’s Ankhor has existed. But Ankh’s been dead for two years, and I need to live my life for me. I love the guys of HAC, but no one’s keeping me warm at night. No one except Mal, and that’s only in my dreams. He doesn’t do long term, and he’s one of my oldest friends. Hooking up could risk the club, yet when it comes to him, I don’t care. I’m ready to live and love again.

Jacqueline (Jac) has survived on the streets ever since escaping from the clutches of her ruthless uncle, the city’s powerful governor. He craves more than political influence and believes a legendary talisman in Jac’s possession can give it to him. To survive, Jac has honed her skills as a thief, catching the eye of Rhys Mayhew, a brother in an order of warrior priests. Rhys enlists her as a spy, and their partnership soon deepens into more. But Rhys’s faith demands strict adherence to oaths of denial.

Shy, introverted Lucy Dennings lives a quiet little life in New York City, working for a nonprofit and keeping to herself. Every afternoon, she goes home to her empty apartment and Edgar, her houseplant, and every night, she loses herself in the pages of her beloved romance novels. Her lonely heart seeks solace in tales of passionate, enduring, all-consuming love, but more and more, Lucy feels she's not just reading for pleasure but searching for a lost piece of herself in the pages. As if she once touched something beautiful, but it's been ripped away.

Everyone said our love wouldn’t work. That it was too hard, too complicated, too messy. Oh how I enjoy proving everyone wrong.

I am complex. My love is all-encompassing. And when it comes to my heart, there is only one rule: Don’t mess with what’s mine. Until the age of seven, I was Joel Alexander Donovan, son of Jimmy. The man who terrorized a town and made its citizens fear the very ground he walked on. Including me, the day I realized that ground ran red with blood. At age 18, I became Priest. A man without a past. A man determined to right the wrongs of my father. A man who never believed anyone could love the son of such a monster.

When ex-priest Jack finds a dead man nailed to his bed, he knows it's going to be a bad night. He just has no idea how bad. Now he's been recruited by his own personal demon to find the thieves who killed a man, kidnapped his family, and stole something of indescribable value from the demonic...

My world isn't safe. The northern gate lies open, and monsters roam the land. Towns are locked behind walls, protected by the emperor and his Black Army. Once, a fated priestess and her four guardians kept the gate sealed with magic, but there hasn't been a priestess in over a century...or so I thought.