Ergebnis für "Thief" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

Eigentlich stand für Francesca Rossi, die einzige Tochter eines Mafiabosses, immer fest, dass sie eines Tages ihren Kindheitsfreund Angelo Bandini heiraten würde - bis der skrupellose Senator Wolfe Keaton ihr auf einem Maskenball nicht nur einen Kuss stiehlt, sondern auch ihre Zukunftspläne durchkreuzt. Er hat eine Rechnung mit ihrem Vater offen und setzt ihn unter Druck: Entweder Francesca wird seine Frau oder er deckt dessen Verbrechen auf. Plötzlich findet sich Francesca in einer arrangierten Ehe wieder, jedoch nicht mit dem Mann, von dem sie bereits seit ihrer Kindheit geträumt hat.

They say your first kiss should be earned. Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky. They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church. They say your heart only beats for one man. Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end. I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit. Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

I’m a good girl. I live by a code that can’t be bent or broken. It is my duty to my family to stay innocent and pure. To marry an Italian man. The stars are already aligned. But Nikolai Kozlov re-writes my destiny with five simple words. You belong to me now. He's Russian mafiya. A thief. A skilled liar with no moral boundaries. He is everything I have been taught to hate. A man who stands for nothing. A man who takes what he wants without a second thought. And what he wanted was me.

Steal back a lost painting and risk the wrath of a powerful mafia boss? Yup, I did that. In the seductive and shadowy underworld of Venice, one man rules with an iron fist. Ruthless mafia boss. King of Venice. Antonio Moretti. I stole his priceless masterpiece, intent on returning it to the museum it was stolen from. And Antonio caught me.

Just when I thought I was making progress with Ronan, Wells, Abel, and Bishop, all hell breaks loose. I don’t know who to trust, and the accusations flying around leave me wondering if I’m to blame for the chaos…or if I’m about to expose the truth once and for all. More than my heart is at stake here.

I'll never forget the sight of my little sister's lifeless body—or that my rogue magic killed her. Sorcery like mine is punishable by death. So I live in the shadows, stealing from the corrupt to give to the needy. Maybe a little good can wash the blood from my hands. It seems like a decent plan... until I try to help a dying noblewoman and somehow steal her soul instead. Now her ghost is demanding I take up the quest that got her killed: exposing a conspiracy at the royal college to unleash a deadly power on the entire kingdom.

Kayli Winchester is a dirt-poor girl living out of a hotel, forced to be the parent for a drunken father and teenage brother who she's desperate to keep in school. The only way she scrapes by is to utilize her one skill: pickpocketing. But even though she's a thief she has a moral code: no kids or old ladies, only targets who can defend themselves. Not that they see her coming...

Since the moment I was ripped from my mother's womb, I've been an outcast among my own kind. The Sidhe might possess magical Gifts, unbelievable wealth, and unfathomable power, but I don't want a thing to do with them. I ran away from their lands in the Highlands of Scotland when I was 11 years old, and I've never looked back. I don't need a clan. I've got my own family of highly skilled thieves who mean more to me than any Sidhe ever could.

Declan was her always. From the day they met to the moment they said I do, he filled her world with the kind of love that made forever feel too short. Their first days as husband and wife pass in a blur of laughter, happiness, and the quiet certainty that nothing could change the way she felt about him... until she overhears a conversation that was never meant for her ears.

I've never been kissed. Because I saved my first kiss for my best friend, Axel Stevens. And he gave his away to someone else like it meant nothing. I was hoping that reinventing myself over the summer would make him finally see me. But I'm just as invisible as ever. Doomed to never being kissed. Until a masked stranger pulls me into a dark closet and steals the kiss I'd been saving so long for someone else. Instead of pushing him off of me, I pull him closer. I've never felt so desired in my life. But then he walks away without even telling me his name.

Heartbreak, healing, and a dash of revenge come together in this soul-searching, spice-filled journey through India from beloved author Arielle Ford. When chef Holly’s carefully built life unravels—first through a painful betrayal, then a near-fatal accident—she’s left reeling, uncertain...

Caleb Drake never got over his first love. Not when he got married. Not when she got married. When life suddenly comes full circle, Caleb must decide how far he is willing to go to get the aloof and alluring Olivia Kaspen back. But for every action in life there is a consequence, and soon Caleb finds out that sometimes love comes at an unbearably high price.

Die Stadt der Liebe hat dunkle Schatten ... An ihrem 19. Geburtstag beschließt Jane, sich endlich über die drei heiligen Regeln ihrer Mutter hinwegzusetzen. Zwar hat sie als Einzige in ihrer Familie keine magischen Kräfte, aber Jane will sich nicht länger einsperren lassen. Anstatt gehorsam ihre Medizin zu trinken und immer schön zu Hause zu bleiben, bricht sie aus und gerät prompt in die Fänge einer verfeindeten Familie. Ausgerechnet dort trifft sie auf den geheimnisvollen und gut aussehenden Archie.

It always happens when you least suspect it. Love. The chemistry. The pull. Even when you don’t want it to. Timing - it’s a bitch. And then you have to make a choice. Do you regret what is, or what isn’t? Because when love’s involved, there’s always regret. And my story is no exception.

Rule #1 at the new job: don't touch the boss's daughter. Or in this case, me—his granddaughter. With his dark eyes, tattooed arms, and shoulders for days, Michael Scarrone shouldn't be looking at me at all. And I definitely shouldn't be looking back. The sad truth was, we couldn't be more wrong for each other. Him, a mechanic just out on parole. Me, an innocent student with her whole future ahead of her.

Agent Kavi Dhillon has dedicated two years to hunting the elusive thief known as Wraith. But capturing his image—or catching him—is a feat yet to be achieved. Now, Wraith is after the ultimate prize: a phoenix egg. Is it a real phoenix egg? No one knows. But the Coven wants it, along with the thief and the mysterious buyer. Adrian Tanner didn’t choose a life of thievery—it chose him when survival meant breaking the rules at sixteen. Two decades later, he’s a master of magic and stealth, earning his reputation as Wraith through carefully selected, high-stakes jobs.

Sean Sparrow has one more job to pull: break into the bank, steal what he was hired to take, and get out. He plans everything to the very last detail, sure of success, until he sees Tessa. Tessa Martin lives a humdrum life. With a boring job and a crappy roommate, she's sure there must be more to life than this. She's not prepared for the muscle-bound bearded man who walks into her life, offering her everything she's ever wanted. When Sean breaks down all of Tessa's walls, she has no choice but to fall hard and fast.

All Jolene Carter has ever wanted is a bakery of her own. There's only one problem. Her father, Robert Carter, is a world-renowned art thief and she's, well, sort of his protégé. But he's promised her this next job in New York will be their last, and she won't let anyone get in the way of her dreams...especially not the distractingly delicious FBI agent hot on her tail.

I'm not a ho-ho-ho kind of guy. My brother and I were raised in foster care, and the closest thing we had to a father was a career criminal who'd sooner steal Christmas than save it. I followed in his footsteps, I'm ashamed to say, and did things for him that I regret. Like taking a priceless Christmas ornament from a Colonial Williamsburg inn. I'm trying to be a better man, and the first step is returning that ornament. Except I'm too late. The owner passed away and left the inn to her granddaughter, Anabelle—a high-strung, Christmas-obsessed loner whose cat takes an immediate dislike to me.

After being discharged from the military, Prince Richard is given one final mission, to restore the daughter of the prime minister of Tarlem who has been kidnapped by a notorious terrorist group, the Black Bandits. To avoid recognition, the Prince along with other four promising talents venture to Tarlem under a disguise.