Resultados para "Noir" en Contemporánea

Fighting wildfires is dangerous as hell, but it's still the best damn job in the world. And women? They practically line up to slide down my pole. I never did like repeating myself. Not since she broke my heart into a thousand pieces, anyway. Clementine's that ex. The one I haven't seen in eight years. The one I thought I was going to marry until she dumped my ass while I was on active duty in Afghanistan.

I was hired to protect her, not make her scream my name. From dodging bullets in Afghanistan to working for the Secret Service, I know danger pretty well. Or I thought I did. That was before my latest assignment came with a whole new kind of danger. Her name? Ruby. She's the gorgeous as hell, opinionated, spitfire daughter of Senator Burgess. Her family's beyond strict, but for a girl who's so innocent, she's anything but sweet.

Freya vit avec sa meute dans les forêts glaciales de Norvège. Maudite par les dieux nordiques, elle est incapable de se transformer en louve. Contre toute attente, le beau Caïn, héritier d'une puissante meute rivale, devient son allié. Mais leur relation bascule lors d'une terrible nuit qui la force à s'enfuir et abandonner les siens. Comme si être une demi-louve ne suffisait pas, la mort de sa mère, son alpha, ne lui laisse pas le choix. Elle doit retourner sur ses terres, affronter Caïn et prendre les rênes de sa meute.

Marisol locks me out of my own concert by accident. She's wearing a suit at a rock show, searching for her lost law school textbook, has no idea who I am, and for the first time in years, I'm hooked. She's smart, driven, and utterly gorgeous. The sort of girl who earnestly believes in following the rules and hates when others don't. I'm a huge rock star, recovering addict, and general f--kup. Our relationship is for show and that's all. But with every smile, every laugh, and every breathtaking glance at her curves, I want her more.

He's a rugged, battle-hardened soldier who spent four years in the Royal Guard, an elite military unit. I met the king and queen for the first time wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. But there's the way he looks at me. Like he knows every dirty thought I've had about him - and he likes them. There's the way my pulse skyrockets every time his hand brushes mine. I'm the ambassador's daughter. I know better than to mess around with a foreign head of state.

Ravens in the Rain is an unconventional noir love story between a woman with a past and a man with no future where love is no fairy tale, fantasy is foreplay, and sex is had on second dates. Carney and Pru, down on luck and down on love, meet over a game of chance, and the mystery of the other's intentions, compounded by their overwhelming attraction toward each other, compels them into a game of cat and mouse. They ante up and play this game of love or survival that has you wondering who's the villain and who's the hero and how it will all play out.

Eli Loveless and Violet Tulane never did learn to coexist peacefully. From the first day of kindergarten until high school graduation, they argued, fought, and competed over anything and everything. They only managed to stop when Eli left their small town, and Violet heaved a sigh of relief. Now he’s back, infuriating as ever, running the kitchen at the high-end wedding venue where Violet works, and competing with her for a life-changing bonus.

Nothing’s more exclusive than Noire Underground. Serving the wicked and reaping rewards. Secrets. Lies. Soot and cinders. Rhythm. Blades. Games and gore. A knife like a claw and the strike of a needle. This hidden haven is a throne of chains.

Ethan - He’s going to pay for what he’s done to me. No matter what it takes, I'm going to find him, and I'm going to destroy him. Jo - I'm not even a person any more, I'm a number, a statistic. Why would anyone do something like that to me? I just want this to end. I want to be normal again. In the shadows of a broken life, what does it take to find love? This standalone novella explores themes of rape, murder, suicide, violence, revenge, and love.

Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiancé needs to be taken down a notch. So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple.

Delilah Radcliffe and Seth Loveless have been breaking each other’s hearts for ten years now. Ever since she moved away to get married—and then divorced, in near-record time—they’ve practically got it down to a science, every time she comes to visit. They decide not to sleep together. They do it anyway. They fool themselves into thinking that this time, it’ll work. It never does.

Thalia Lopez always follows the rules. Being a life-long good girl has its perks: she’s got a full scholarship to college and her choice of graduate programs, and she never has to worry about getting into trouble. It also means she’s a twenty-two-year-old virgin, but it’s not like that matters. Of course, the one time she steps out of line, she winds up locked in a bar bathroom. The men’s bathroom. With a total stranger.

There are probably worse things than being stuck in a remote cabin with the rugged-yet-grumpy forest ranger who saved my life in a blizzard. Getting mauled by a bear, for example, though I might prefer that to eating breakfast with Gideon Bell, the guy who nearly ruined my life when we were kids. It was twenty years ago. We haven’t spoken since. Our families still hate each other, and our lives are completely different. I’m not sure we’ve got anything in common besides childhood memories.

Getting laid off and dumped on the same day will screw up anyone’s plans, so June’s taking a few months to recover at her parents’ house while she licks her wounds and finds another job. Of course, getting stranded and spending the night at her brother’s best friend’s house—in separate bedrooms, because Levi is nothing if not a gentleman—wasn’t in her plans either.

Daniel Loveless and Charlotte McManus—aka Charlie—have been best friends since forever. Together, they’ve made it through everything from middle school dances to Daniel finding out he had a daughter, and they’re still thick as thieves. Faking an engagement, though? That’s… a lot.

When Saylor goes to Vegas for a bachelorette weekend, she doesn't expect to see her secret crush, Everett Barrett. Otherwise known as her boss. Everett can't believe his eyes when he sees his sexy assistant, Saylor, walking into the bar he is in. She looks sexy, and he knows that he can't ignore his feelings any longer. After a sexy dance, he takes her back to his suite for a night that neither of them will forget. But when Saylor doesn't hear from him the next day, she knows that it's going to be awkward at work.

I thought I had found the perfect guy. Jake was handsome and sexy, and had eyes that could get me to do just about anything. The problem? The thought of being in love scared the hell out of me, so I called it quits and ran before I got in any deeper, driving off into a crazy winter storm. When I woke up the next day, I was in a strange hospital and slowly came to the realization that I was being drugged and held there against my will by my ex-boyfriend Jake.

Bull riding is dangerous as hell, but that’s half the fun. Guts, glory, and cute country girls lined up for days. It may take only eight seconds to win, but I can go all night. Yeah, I’ve broken almost every bone in my body at some point, but I’ve been the world rodeo champion two years running. Nothing’s gonna keep me from making it three. Not even Mae Guthrie....

Once upon a time, a girl saved my life. I was p*ss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge. She stopped me. I told her to f--k off. Exactly how all great love stories start. A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab. She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in. And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge. Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie. She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.

I was born broken, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison. Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor. They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off. No one but Darcy. She’s my best friend. She’s my f--king savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as f--k and every bit as broken as me.