Resultados para "Ivy" en Policíaca, negra y suspense

Haunted by the fallout of a case gone tragically wrong, Detective Ivy Bishop is forced to confront the one mystery she's never been able to solve—her own. When new evidence resurfaces about the night her family was destroyed, Ivy is pulled into a web of secrets that stretches deeper than she ever imagined. But the truth won't set her free. It might even break her. As she investigates the shadows of her past, Ivy is also reckoning with a failure she can't forgive: the young victim she couldn't save.

En Ivy Hill, un pueblecito situado en una colina, está Bell Inn, la posada que es el alma del pueblo, allí donde se detienen los coches de postas, donde llegan las noticias, el correo, los viajeros y los productos más diversos. Jane Bell vive junto a la posada, el negocio de su marido. En...

J'ai su qu'elle était un problème dès la première seconde où je l'ai vue. Au début, je ne voyais qu'une femme sublime que j'avais besoin de connaître. Scarlett n'était plus juste une femme que je désirais. Elle était devenue ma bouée de sauvetage. Et comme si ça ne suffisait pas, la moitié de ce qu'elle dit est un mensonge. Chaque moment passé ensemble nous rapproche un peu plus, jusqu'à ce que je ne puisse plus imaginer vivre sans elle, malgré tous ses mensonges entre nous.

This audiobook box set collects the first three books in the new-adult romance series Empire High: Empire High Untouchables, Empire High Elite, and Empire High Betrayal. At a high-school where the wealthy, beautiful kids are on top, a new student comes in and shakes everything up.

I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.

Royal Sawyer a déjà plus d'ennuis qu'il ne peut en supporter. Son père a été assassiné, et le meurtrier semble bien décidé à détruire les Sawyer par tous les moyens. Mais Daisy Hutchins ne lui paraît pas être une complication. Elle est la seule chose qui ait encore du sens dans un monde bouleversé. Daisy, elle, n'a pas besoin d'un homme dans sa vie. Elle en a déjà assez des ennuis, et les hommes ne lui ont apporté jusqu'ici que malchance et désillusion. Royal jure qu'il est différent. Le plus effrayant, c'est que Daisy a presque envie de le croire.

Jane Bell is torn. Gabriel Locke is back and has made his intentions clear. But Jane is reluctant to give up her inn and destine another man to a childless marriage. Then someone she never expected to see again returns to Ivy Hill. Mercy Grove has lost her school and is resigned to life as a spinster, especially as the man she admires seems out of reach. Should she uproot herself from Ivy Cottage to become a governess for a former pupil? Her decision will change more lives than her own.

I didn't buy my house just so I could stare at the guy next door. I swear. It's not my fault he mows the lawn with his shirt off. His tattooed muscles are an eye magnet. I can't look away. The first kiss is an accident. One taste and I have to have more. We were supposed to keep it casual. Neighbors with benefits. No big deal. When a client comes after me for turning him in to the FBI, Lucas swears he'll keep me safe. I'm not supposed to fall in love with him. That's not the deal. I'm walking straight into broken heart, and I can't stop myself.

He was my demon when I was a child. A hellish force protecting me from the evil that hid in the dark and preyed on the weak. But I’m not that innocent girl anymore. And he’s no longer my savior. Filled with such cruelty, such madness, my survival instincts tell me I should run the other way. But how can I when my madness matches his own? When his darkness sings to mine? What happens when two lost souls are just meant to be? When their ugly scars fit so perfectly together? Some matches, like my sister’s, are created in love… Other matches are just plain deadly.

Que faire quand la seule personne en qui vous aviez confiance vous trahit ? Hope Daniels était mon amie. Ma confidente. Jusqu'au jour où elle m'a planté un couteau dans le dos et tout pris. Ma famille. Ma fortune. Mon héritage. Aujourd'hui, mon père a été assassiné, et son testament pourrait bien me coûter la vie. Il me rendra tout ce qu'il m'a volé, à une condition : que j'épouse Hope.

He stole my first kiss in the dark. The shadows welcoming him like a lover's touch. Every night since, the dark brings him back to me. He's my demon, my nightmare, and my dream all rolled up into one. He tells me I'm his but during the day I cannot find him. Until my demon has no choice but to come for me, to save me, to rescue me from the tower I am locked away in. But does my black-eyed demon just wish to free me of those chains to fit his own? Or am I strong enough to break their lock and find the man underneath?

An academic so conservative he thought Ronald Reagan was a pinko, Hale Markham rules Prescott University like an intellectual tyrant - until the morning he’s found dead at the bottom of one of Prescott’s famously beautiful ravines. Every liberal on campus hated the crotchety old crank, but which one is responsible for giving Markham his final push to the right? The case so intrigues the incomparable, reclusive master detective Nero Wolfe that he takes the unusual step of leaving the confines of his home.

It's hard to believe the sweet blond is a stone cold criminal. Those lavender eyes. Her lush mouth. That body. I won’t be taken in by a sweet pair of tits and long legs. She’s after my company. She’s after me. You know what they say about enemies. I need her close so I can figure out exactly what she’s up to. It’s all business, I swear. The more I'm with her, the harder she is to resist. She's an ice sculpture of a woman: perfect and untouchable. But I see the spark in her eyes, the fire beneath the surface.

Josephine: It was the worst blind date in the history of the universe, until Holden Winters swept in and rescued me. Are you kidding? Holden Winters? A scion of the notorious Winters family, Holden is gorgeous, wealthy, and brilliant. He dates socialites and pop stars, not computer science grad students more comfortable in a hoodie than couture. Our night together was a fantasy...and a huge mistake.

Sinclair is a man of a few words. Intense. Focused. Touching him is a bad idea. I already know that. I know it and I want to do it anyway. My life is a mess - a man is the last thing I need. My dead husband left behind nothing but trouble. Knox has answers, but he isn't sharing. I don’t know if I can trust him. I want to. I can’t afford to be wrong. My body is begging for his, but I need to say no.

I tried to say no. I did more than try, I flat out turned him down. Repeatedly. But Tate Winters doesn't take no for an answer. He's smart, hot, and he knows how to get to me. Before I can stop myself, I'm falling for him. But Tate doesn't know my secrets. He doesn't understand that we can't be together, no matter how much we both want it.

The rock on her hand is real, but our engagement is a fake. Once upon a time, I dreamed of buying her a ring, until everything blew up in my face. That was the past, and this is business. At least it is until I kiss her. It's supposed to be part of the act - and it is, right until my lips touch hers. I forget where we are. I forget why I'm kissing her. I just want more. More of her taste, more of the tug of her fingers in my hair as she pulls me closer. More of her tongue stroking mine, more of her breath in my lungs. Just more. I want everything.

For two years I held Vance Winters off...right up until the day my fiancé dumped me for his mistress and Vance kissed me senseless. Vance Winters was six feet of dangerously beautiful mayhem. Wicked blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and golden skin covered in tattoos. Trouble. I should have taken one look and run in the other direction. I should have told him to take his job offer and shove it up his tight, perfect ass. I should have done a lot of things.

I thought coming home would solve all my problems. I've never been more wrong. After a decade in the military, I'm more at home in the desert than the mansion where I grew up. I want to pretend that six months as a captive didn't change me, but ever since I escaped, I haven't slept. Nightmares. Flashbacks. Nothing makes sense anymore. Until I see her. Standing in the moonlight in her white nightgown, she looks like an angel. The second I touch her I know she's all woman.

They saw me for the girl I am and the person I yearn to become one day - a woman who thrives in her freedom and dances away in her rightfully earned independence. The love we shared for each other was probably the only miracle I would be granted in this life, and I knew they felt the same. Or so I thought. Everything I held dear has been robbed from me, and I’ve been a victim of theft too many times to mention. I will not have them steal my pride. They can keep my heart, for all I care. The day they became my stepbrothers, it stopped working anyway.