Resultados para "Ivy" en Policíaca, negra y suspense

As a horror blogger and content creator, I made a name for myself by diving headfirst into haunted houses, cursed films, and urban legends. Fear? I don't even believe in it. But that was before his comment. A single message on my latest video: "I bet I could scare you, but there should be a prize involved." Now the haunted attractions feel a little too real. Shadows move where they shouldn't. And I can't shake the feeling that someone's watching me—even in the dark safety of my own room. My mysterious new follower doesn't play by the rules. He doesn't just want to scare me. He wants me.

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...

Alicia Becker shows up at the screen door of The Milkery beaten, bruised, and claims to be one of Mary Elizabeth Moberly's foster children. Mae West's suspicion of why Alicia is there turns to an investigation after Alicia is found on a nearby hiking trail standing over the lifeless body of Craig Sutton. Who is Craig Sutton? Craig Sutton is Alicia Becker's con-ex-boyfriend.

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.

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.

The secrets I've kept are unraveling, and the lines between Ivy Hammond and Poison are blurring dangerously. Thornfield University has become a battlefield where my past and present collide. The assassin in me knows I should complete my missions, but my heart rebels against the very essence of who I thought I was. Torin, Bram, and Tate are no longer arrogant distractions, but they're now integral to my survival and sanity. But our growing bond comes with a price, and my bosses won't let go of their prized assassin without a fight.

I've always heard there's a fine line between love and hate. No one told me that line could destroy me. Noah Fontaine. King of the school. My living nightmare. The object of my fantasies. My new stepbrother. I did whatever it took to survive him. Every day he took more of me. I just didn't expect him to take my heart. Because of the boy I once hated, I'd never be the same girl again.

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.

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.

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.

In the quiet community of Oakhurst, the brutal murder of a beloved local priest sends shockwaves through the town. Detective Ivy Bishop, coming off two of the toughest cases of her career, is thrust into an investigation that seems straightforward but quickly unravels into something far more sinister.

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.

I was in big trouble. The biggest. Running out of time, I turned to him. Jacob Winters promised he'd solve all my problems. All I had to do was become his pet. With some men, that kind of deal might have been a nightmare. Jacob Winters was a dream come true. I was raised to be a lady, not a man's plaything. But with Jacob, I almost had it all; pleasure like I'd never known and protection from the danger stalking me. Was it greedy to want more? I had his body, but I wanted his heart.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It started with a kiss. No, that’s not right. It started the day I met Cooper Sinclair, but I’d done a good job ignoring it. There’s something about life changing pleasure that makes a man hard to ignore. My attraction to him? I ignored that for years. I had to. After that one night of mind blowing sex, I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to. Even if I should. Especially since he's my boss. Oops.

During 1958, with a predominantly male workforce, societal norms dictate women should be compliant, fashionable housewives. To Ariadne Winter, the sole tradition she aims to embrace is that of being fashionable. Amidst the ambiance of Ivy Tree Inn, where she's been dispatched as a writer for Ladies' Lifestyle magazine, her focus wavers as she grapples with an interview assignment concerning a Hollywood starlet on the cusp of royal matrimony—an event hailed as the "Wedding of the Century."