Resultados para "A" en Suspense romántico

I didn't plan to fall in love with River, but I couldn't resist her strength and determination to survive no matter what. She's feisty and sharp—everything I never knew I needed. When I found her, scared and abused, I realized I would do anything to protect her. We're from completely different worlds, but that didn't stop me from giving her my heart. Loving her gave me peace from the pain and secrets that hide inside me.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

It was supposed to be a regular day out. Three couples celebrating the last days of summer. When tragedy struck. I thought I was going to marry her. Instead, I was burying her. I blamed the world for my pain. I buried it all. I became a man I didn’t even recognize.

Roman Volkov is a devil in human skin. His next mission is revenge, and she is meant to be nothing more than a pawn in his game. But Ayla Aslan sees something human in him—and dares to love. An angel who once thought she could change him quickly learns he doesn't love; he destroys. Yet angels burn devils alive, and Roman realizes too late that she is his obsession, his weakness, his undoing. She has damned him, but he has shattered her heart.

The Harper and the Wells families have regarded each other with deep suspicion for four generations. The Harpers have been known to offer their psychic talents for less-than-legal purposes, and the powerful Wells clan has a reputation for playing both sides of the street. But for all the years of history and distrust between them, there is a mysterious pact binding the two. They share the responsibility for protecting a long-buried and very dangerous secret.

She's a mystery I shouldn't chase, a woman with no past and danger on her trail. I don't save people. I eliminate problems. But something about her makes me want to break every rule I've lived by. She shouldn't make me want things I've buried so deep I forgot they existed. They call me Saint, but saints don't keep kill counts like mine. I know better than to get attached. Because the second her memories return, she'll discover exactly what kind of monster saved her. And I'll have no choice but to let her go.

Ophelia, the Calder family's untouchable princess, drove my sister to take her own life. Now I'm taking hers—and I'm going to make her my obedient little pet. All brothers must choose a Ward, and she'll be mine. Forever. She'll dance at the end of my leash while her father's spies report every humiliating detail back to him. And when he comes for me, the Brotherhood will wipe him off the map. A perfect plan. Except it isn't.

The journey isn't over. Jared and Ella's story continues in the next pulse-pounding installment of the HellBeast Kings story. As darkness looms and the past refuses to stay buried, secrets will be unearthed, alliances shattered, and destinies rewritten.

The closer I get to the truth, the further away it feels. Every step I take is met with resistance—not just from the monsters still chasing me, but from the very men who have sworn to protect me. Especially Bones. Cold. Controlled. Ruthless. He watches me like I'm the problem he's been ordered to solve, not the woman desperate to find her missing sister. And maybe I am the problem—because I won't stop. Not for him. Not for anyone. But when a lead surfaces, one so risky even I can't believe I'm willing to chase it, he doesn't shut me down.

My life is perfect just the way it is, without Arturo DeVille in it. And now, I'm ordered to marry that arrogant, self-centred snob. He expects me to be a sophisticated, docile wife who will smile and nod at his every demand. But it's the last thing I plan to do.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

I've never believed in coincidences. I am a man who believes in facts. It wasn't a coincidence that my papà was the last person to see Ocean before she disappeared. The deeper I dig into her past, the more I find out about the girl who turned my world upside down. I may be a liar, but Ocean lied too. But now I know who she truly is...and what she is capable of.

Waitressing isn't a calling; it's a way to pay for my art degree. Until Killian Smith walks into the bar and turns my world upside down. It isn't that he's drop-dead gorgeous. Rich. Powerful. It's that he's unhinged. I know the dead look in his eyes. I've seen it before. And he sees me too. Every night is some twisted game of cat and mouse and he's drawing closer to catching me. Until one night when I step into a back alley and I'm a witness to a Bratva murder.

Entre un dangereux pyromane, un père destructeur, un ex encombrant et une ribambelle de pompiers séduisants, Griffin en tête, la vie de Jenny Hayes a pris un tournant auquel elle ne s'attendait pas. Bien sûr, elle savait que revoir Griffin la troublerait aussi intensément qu'autrefois. En revanche, elle n'avait pas prévu de retomber dans le piège aussi facilement, encore moins de lui succomber avec une telle urgence. Mais Griffin est semblable aux feux qu'il combat. Il brûle tout sur son passage, y compris elle.

He wants her. They have her. One stranded female on the run from her stalker. Two protective, small-town best friends now willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

Na een vernederende break-up keert Nia terug naar haar geboorteplaats Cinnamon Falls, waar ze in alle rust kan mokken over de puinhoop die haar leven is geworden. Wanneer ze arriveert zijn de bewoners druk bezig met de voorbereidingen voor het jaarlijkse herfstfestival, waar mensen van heinde en verre naartoe komen om appels te plukken, pompoenen uit te hollen en naar het vuurwerk te kijken. Maar slechts een paar dagen voor de openingsavond wordt er een schokkende ontdekking gedaan. De enorm geliefde Rosie, die iedereen kende van Rosie's Diner, wordt dood aangetroffen in haar restaurant.

Suddenly adrift and without purpose, she jumps at the chance when a friend offers for her to stay in their trailer by a quiet, secluded creek near Libby, Montana. As much as she tries to enjoy the tranquil settings, it's not long before local wildlife—and the man chasing it—invade her sanctuary. When it appears the job she's trying to leave behind is following her to Libby, the illusion of her solitary retreat is shattered.

I first met Mikhail Ivanov on a plane. He was the stormy-eyed stranger seated next to me, calming me during a bumpy flight… The silver fox who sucked the air out of my lungs and claimed my innocence. I thought it would end with the Mile High Club. I had no idea he was a ruthless Bratva boss, or that he was about to become something even more… My husband. Daddy to my twins. And when the vultures start circling... My savage protector who'll tear the whole world apart for me and my babies.

When Caleb Murray, the Harley-riding Irish kingpin, saves my brother and offers me a job, I can't believe my luck. Until he asks me to sign a marriage contract and pretend to be his wife. All to avoid an arranged marriage to his ex, a rival family's mafia princess.

I never meant to build a life among the dead—but it was the one thing that made sense. The work was quiet, methodical. It gave me space to breathe. To keep things simple. Then Patrick Dalton walked into my life. Warm, charming, gentle, devastatingly perfect. He made my chest ache, even when I tried to keep him at arm's length. And he made me want more. And for a while, I let myself believe I could have that. But life has a way of shifting itself. And the things we think we've buried don't always stay gone.