Resultados para "John" en Contemporánea

After my brothers-in-arms have all moved out, I’m suffering from a kind of empty nest syndrome. The only one left is Forest, Creek’s little brother. Except he’s not that little. He’s seriously hot and sassy, and the way I dream about him is anything but brotherly. But he’s too young for me, too innocent. Too…perfect. He doesn’t need a man with my kind of baggage. When he gets sick, I’m there for him, even when he allows no one else in. I will do anything to take care of him…and that includes marrying him so he’ll have health insurance.

When Bernadette Crenshaw used questionable means to look into her best friend's new vacation fling, she never thought it would disrupt the dealings of the world's most eligible billionaire bachelor. Frank N Stein has more than a few skeletons in his closet and swore off mingling with humans long ago. But when one hacks his company, resulting in the release of a toxic formula that turns humans to ghouls, he has no choice but to force her to cooperate. When literal sparks and pettiness fly, who will be the one left standing?

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.

I’ve never been the kind of man to give much thought to the future. When I pictured what forever looked like, I didn’t see a picket fence, a wife, or a bunch of little rugrats running around. I had the dog, and that was good enough for me. Or it had been, until a woman with dark, silky hair and sad eyes stumbled into my life and shook everything up.

¿Hablas en serio? ¿Se supone que voy a tener que vivir en una mansión malrollista en un pueblo lúgubre de costa con faro, lluvia perpetua, marineros y piratas, con tal de que mi archienemiga no se salga con la suya? Pues vale. Daisy Dooren: biotecnóloga licenciada en la universidad de joder-como-puedo-tener-tan-mala-suerte, con una obsesión (in)sana por las margaritas. Lugar de origen: Filadelfia, Pensilvania… más o menos. Destino: Saltwater, un pequeño pueblo de Maine. El problema llega cuando su nuevo ambiente de trabajo resulta ser un tanto… hostil.

Know the enemy. Keep the enemy close. Outsmart the enemy. Make out with the enemy. Okay, maybe not that last part. And maybe that's what got me in trouble with Vaughan Thompson. But in my defense, he started it. That city boy should have known better than to act a fool in these parts. I don't get mad. I get even.

John Tyree, es un un muchacho rebelde que vive en Carolina del Norte. Después de pasar una infancia complicada sin madre y con un padre obsesionado con la numismática decide alistarse en el ejército para poder huir de su pueblo y de su disfuncional familia. Sin embargo, en uno de los permisos que se le conceden, volverá a su ciudad natal y allí conocerá a Savannah. Ella es su completo opuesto: una brillante estudiante, pasa el verano construyendo casas para los sin techo.

It’s been nearly ten years since Billie and Dante broke each other’s hearts. They’ve mostly kept their distance since, but this season is going to bring them up close and personal whether they like it or not. Nobody does motor sport documentary storytelling quite like Billie Simon. In just over three years, she’s taken Full Throttle from glimmer of an idea to a worldwide sensation, bringing millions of eager new fans to the world of high-performance racing.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

I was drowning. I had four kids under one small roof, a job that barely made ends meet, and not nearly enough hours in the day. Then I walked in to clean Room 328, startled the cute computer nerd, and had the best twenty minutes of my life. But that was all it could ever be—stolen moments with a man who was too good for my past or present.

One evening, two years’ worth of memories lost. Under the pretense of recovery, my father sends me to an elite boarding college, but soon, my memories start rushing back, and it’s obvious I’m not at Lakeside to heal. I’m here to hide. Navigating the scattered past to decipher the threat lurking in the shadows is hard while I’m kept in the dark and even harder when he steals my focus. Crude, arrogant, and threatening, he draws me in, and the closer I get, the less I understand. Waking up without memories is terrifying, but remembering the time I lost is infinitely worse.

Connor Bennett is a walking red flag I could see coming from miles away, but I'm a sucker for his rakish smile, his irresistible charm, and that world class behind always wrapped in a tight pair of Wranglers. I told myself I’d learned my lesson when I woke up and discovered he ghosted me, leaving a note behind on the pillow where his head should have been. Unfortunately, that wasn’t true. High emotions and too much booze during a mutual friend’s wedding lands me back in his bed, but this time I make sure I’m not the one left high and dry once the sun comes up.

Chase Myles can throw together a dinner party or redecorate a townhouse with jaw-dropping elegance. Followers scroll his Insta and see effortless workouts, exotic travel, and an adoring boyfriend. The world believes Chase is a style icon. The world is mistaken. Ethan Wells is actually the one who knows what to wear, what to eat, and how to do it but he's happy staying behind the scenes producing their hit LGBTQ show Myles of Style. When Chase walks off set just before the Pride live TV show that will make or break Ethan's career, Ethan thinks it's just another tantrum.

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

The first time Ryder James broke my heart, I was fifteen and fearless. The second time he broke my heart, I was eighteen and jaded. Both times, I fell for him effortlessly. Falling is easy. Our landings are hard. Painful. We were a sad song with a slow melody. Flowers with paper petals. Hidden letters with visible tears. A beautiful tragedy. Except tragedies have endings. Our story just . . . stopped. Seven years later, I still have more questions than answers. Questions I'm too proud to ask after almost a decade of silence.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

Adler Haley writes great sex . . . just not under her name. And certainly not about her experiences-or lack thereof. There's no safer place to express herself than behind the obscurity of ghostwriting romance novels. By day, Adler's perfectly content to blend in at her boring nine-to-five as an executive assistant. At least until she meets Joel—her new boss—who has her wondering if love at first sight is more than just fiction.

With a famous NHL player for a stepbrother, Violet Hall is well acquainted with the playboy reputation of many a hockey star. So of course she isn't interested in legendary team captain Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs. But when Alex inadvertently obliterates Violet's misapprehension regarding the inferior intellect of hockey players, he becomes much more than just a hot body with the face to match.

What happens when drunken idiots, aka your friends, use a silly drinking game to sideswipe you and your BFF with the truth bomb that you're actually in love with each other? Truman: You impulsively kiss the best friend you've been in love with for ages . . . then wake up with a hangover—and regrets. Lyle: You freak out because you're not gay or bi, before realizing the kiss wasn't *actually* bad. Then you begin to wonder . . . should we do it again?