Ergebnis für "midlife cowboy" in Liebesromane

Mit einer blutenden Kopfwunde kommt er in einer düsteren Gasse zu sich, neben ihm eine Leiche, in seiner Hand eine Pistole. Keine Erinnerung, kein Name, keine Hinweise auf seine Identität. Ein mysteriöser Zettel in seiner Tasche führt ihn zu dem verschlafenen Städtchen Lyons Creek und einer Frau namens Hope. Seit dem Tod ihres Mannes kämpft Hope Hanson ums Überleben. Mit zwei Töchtern und einer maroden Ranch am Rande des Ruins nimmt sie widerwillig die Hilfe des geheimnisvollen Fremden an, den sie Sam nennt.

Fünfundvierzig, frisch geschieden und ein absolutes Desaster. Das Letzte, was Fiona braucht, als sie ihren Urlaub antritt, ist ein überflutetes Hotelzimmer und eine Autopanne.… Doch leider ist es genau das, was sie bekommt.

Justin made the ultimate sacrifice for his country, battling domestic terrorism, never the man he really was, using hate to avenge the death of his best friend. The friend he'd killed. What he doesn’t count on is getting shot, and if he's going to die, he wants it to be on Crooked Tree soil. Home. Sam is as much a part of Crooked Tree as any of the families, and the offer to buy into the ranch is a dream come true. But falling for a hidden, secretive, injured man isn’t the way to keep his head in the game.

Flying from city to city in her job as a busy corporate trainer for a successful direct sales company, Kenzie Beckett doesn't have time for a man. And most certainly not for the handsome cowboy she keeps running into at the airport. Burned twice, she doesn't trust anyone wearing boots and Wranglers, especially someone as charming and handsome as Tate Morgan.

I want to live my life in peace for a little while as opposed to pieces. I don’t know who I have to bribe to catch a break, but I’m willing to pay the big bucks. Apparently, no one got the memo. Midlife is one messy ride. Fine. I’m off to Lexington, Kentucky to find a self-proclaimed dragon who sports a mullet, beer belly and delusions of Immortal grandeur. This time he’s gone too far. He’s messed with me and mine for the last time. The way to end a dragon is to remove his tail. We thought we had. A tail is in the back. Right? Wrong. So, so wrong.

Forty-five, recently divorced and a certified hot mess. The last thing Fiona needs to start her vacation is a flooded hotel room and a broken-down car. Alas, that’s what she gets. She’s ready to pack it all in and go home - wherever that is - when her knight in a wet T-shirt strides in to save the day. Jaw-dropping, panty-melting Grant Greene takes the 'mess' out of 'certified hot mess' when he walks up to Fiona and offers her a room to stay. No strings attached. Great, right?