Ergebnis für "Wish Me Luck" in Literatur & Belletristik

Während Coal mit seiner neuen Rolle als Santa Claus beschäftigt ist, meldet sich sein jüngerer Bruder Kris freiwillig, um das Verbrechen aufzuklären. Getarnt als Botschafter von Weihnachten untersucht er den St. Patrick's Day und trifft auf Lochlann Patrick. Der irische Student, mit dem er an der Uni in einen großen Streit geriet und der zufällig auch Kronprinz des St. Patrick's Day ist. Kris fällt es schwer, Loch nicht bei jedem Gespräch ins Gesicht schlagen zu wollen. Denn Loch ist laut, stur, frustrierend und irgendwie.. heiß.

Declan had never met the kid who was to be his joint best man. Sam Aiken was abroad, working as an interpreter and finishing his studies. But on meeting Sam Aiken, Declan is surprised to realize the kid isn't a kid at all, but a tall, blond, and athletic young man. Declan is sure he's straight, so he's alarmed by the ferocious attraction he feels for Sam. And as the attraction is reciprocated, the events at Dunloch Castle change everything Declan has ever believed about himself.

When I’m tossed into the trunk of a car, I realize that what little luck I have has finally run out—especially when I find that Tony, the man who’d abducted me, is planning on using me to get back at my father. My chances for escape look pretty bleak when I’m handcuffed to Tony’s bodyguard, an intimidating man named Shepherd who apparently loves tight shirts and seems to be amused by making my life miserable. Soon, though, I learn that Shepherd has a heart and a brain.

Tis the season to be jolly, but romance writer Matt Darcy is feeling anything but festive. With a pile of rejection letters as high as his latest manuscript, Matt is questioning whether his career as an author will ever take off. And while his perfect husband Cal has planned a week-long trip to a mountain chalet for Matt, Mrs. Mulroney, Mr. Banks, Tilly, and Angus—so that everyone can be together and enjoy the lead-up to Christmas—Matt can only hope his feelings of worthlessness and self-doubt won't ruin the trip.

Lane: Shaw and I have a unique kind of love. One that has found us inviting a third to join our bed from time to time. Our playmate is never meant to be anything more—fulfilling a purpose and leaving before sunrise the following day. It had been the rule until Shaw went and confessed that he wants more. There's just one problem. I've been keeping a secret from the man I vowed to love forever. And it's the key to why we can never be a committed triad.