Ergebnis für "What You Don't Know" in Zeitgenössische Liebesromane

»I miss you. I miss you that's what it comes down to, how to let go of that without letting go of you?« Fünf Jahre sind vergangen, seitdem die WG in der Liebknecht-Straße 19 auseinandergebrochen ist und Nathan und Kate nach London gezogen sind. Und es ist das Beste, was Kate, Damien und Nathan jemals passieren konnte. Denn während Nathan sich ein Imperium aufgebaut hat und nun CEO seiner eigenen Firma ist, hat Damien es mit seiner Band »Silent Voices« an die Chartspitze geschafft. Fast alle Träume, die die Drei ins Holz des Spielplatzes geritzt haben, sind in Erfüllung gegangen. Fast.

"Once upon a time there lived a version of me, eager to be your martyr, waiting for my turn to die on an alter for you." Für Kate beginnt der Ernst des Lebens – wie aufregend! Endlich ist sie dieser Hölle an Schule und ihrem Mobber Damien entkommen. Nun kann sie ihr Leben komponieren, wie es ihr gefällt. Leider hat das Leben nicht so richtig Bock auf sie. Keine WG scheint die passende für Kate zu sein, dabei steht das Studium schon in den Startlöchern. Nach siebzehn Fehlversuchen sieht Kate nur noch schwarz, bis ihre erste große Liebe ihr plötzlich die Tür von Wohnung Nummer Achtzehn öffnet.

Getting stuck in an elevator with a flirtatious and charismatic stranger leaves Jude Flores flustered enough - even before she realizes that he's Eric Zimmerman, the powerful billionaire CEO...and her powerfully sexy new boss. Having arrived in Spain to take over his company's office, Eric is clearly interested in more than business. He notices Jude for her brilliance and talent, but it's her humility that excites him the most.

Frankie’s BFF and four-year-old son are trapped inside a fanatical militia’s compound. In Alaska, no less. Wilderness rescues are so not in the New Yorker’s skill set. But she’ll figure it out. She must.

There’s a devil on my shoulder, and every Monday morning she announces herself. She’s this delicious flame in my chest, a flurry of whispered suggestions in my ear. Suggestions I ignore...because every single one of them is about Ben Tate.

She’s got a great job at a VA Hospital, an adorable daughter, and a loving husband. Granted, it would be wonderful if her preschooler wouldn’t wake her up at three in the morning, and it would be a miracle if her husband would change the toilet paper roll once every millennium. Still, in most ways, she has the ideal life she’d always imagined. Then Jane discovers that Dr. Ryan Reilly is the VA’s newest vascular surgeon. Dr. Ryan Reilly, a.k.a. sexy surgeon, a.k.a. the biggest jerk she ever loved.

Jane Barlow's life is upended when her father is killed by the cartel he's chasing. To keep her family safe, the FBI suggests moving somewhere new. Roped into a fake relationship that becomes anything but, she gives everything to Griffin, only for him to rip her heart out and then disappear. Griffin Marsh, an almost-retired Navy SEAL (almost being the keyword), finds himself absolutely smitten by the strangest woman he's ever met and fumbles the bag at a very crucial moment. Stubborn as always, Jane refuses to give him the time of day, and he knows it's deserved.

Jude is waking up to two stunning sights: the hot white sands of the Mexican Caribbean coast and the even hotter Eric Zimmerman. And he’s hers forever. What more can she wish for from a man who’s fulfilled every fantasy? The honeymoon isn’t over yet. Eric has never felt so intimately close to the woman he loves. Heart, body, and soul, they’re made for each other. And with a wife as insatiably kinky as he is, they’re ready and willing to try anything. Can it get any better? It can, in ways Eric could only have dreamed of.

A five-year college reunion. A chance to go back in time. A chance to get it right. Charlotte Thorne does not want to go back to Hein University. Her life postcollege isn’t what she expected—her career in media is stalled, and she’s done a terrible job keeping in touch with her queer...

On the northeast side of town, there is a house. The house was once magical, filled with love and joy and plans for the future. Inside its walls are many things that belong to me - my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me. And a man. A man who also belongs to me. A man I no longer wish to keep. A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.