Resultados para "Ivy" en Gótico

Hazel Fox arrives at her new job on a private island hoping to get inspiration from a renowned novelist, only to discover she won’t be working with the author after all. She won’t even get to meet her. Instead, she’ll be assisting the handsome—and infuriating—Mr. Remington. Mr. Remington unnerves Hazel from the moment they meet. Not only because he’s cold and strict and seems hell-bent on getting her to quit…but because his eyes are the same color of the ocean in their backyard. And his intense gaze always seems to be trained on her.

The plan was simple: Subdue my would-be usurpers with a marriage proposal and guarantee my sovereignty. Little did I know that my reign should have been the least of my worries. Levi won my heart and carved his name inside it for all to see. Teodoro conquered my body, bending it to his will and calling it his own. But Atlas… Atlas wants my soul—to conquer and destroy. He wants to ruin me. And what's worse… I have half a mind to let him.

Traveling to be with her fiance's terminally ill mother in her last days, Saoirse Read expected her introduction to the family's ancestral home would be bittersweet. But the stark thrust of Langdon Hall against the cliff and the hundred darkened windows in its battered walls are almost as forbidding as the woman who lies wasting inside. Her fiance's parents make no secret of their distaste for Saoirse, and their feelings have long since spread to their son. Or perhaps it is only the shadows of her mind suggesting she's unwelcome, seizing on her fears while her beloved grieves?

Stepping into the Hollow’s Hunt felt like diving headfirst into a nightmare, especially knowing that my relentless pursuer would be Landon Blackwood. The Hollow’s Hunt—a twisted spectacle where women are ensnared in a labyrinth designed for the sadistic pleasure of Ravenwood’s elite. I naively accepted the invitation, unaware that I would become the centerpiece of Landon’s psychopathic pursuit.“Did you believe I wouldn’t recognize your worth?” Landon drawls, a smirk ghosting his lips as his icy blue gaze lingers on my every move. “Tonight, I’m not just hunting—I’m claiming what’s mine.