Resultados para "Savior" en Contemporánea

Turns out, the rumors about my ruthless boss were true. He's mafia. And I just witnessed something that could ruin his life . . . and mine. So, imagine my surprise when instead of killing me, he kidnaps me. Now, I'm on a secluded island with a man who should terrify me. But he doesn't. Because he's different here. Here, I see a man so beautifully broken I'm starting to feel things I know I shouldn't. He stole my freedom . . . I can't let him steal my heart too.

Ben Schilling hasn’t always been a superhero; it just sort of happened one day as he walked home from the subway. Since then, he’s found himself doing good deeds whenever necessary. Sometimes he sees an opportunity to help. Allison Kirby doesn’t need anyone’s help. So, when some jackass tries to help her get her stiletto unstuck from the grate in the sidewalk, she did what any self-respecting woman would do - she decked him.

Handsome and mysterious, he swoops in to offer me a new life, but this is no knight in shining armor. He’s cold, hardened by his past. But there’s an inferno underneath the ice. I can feel the heat each time he looks at me - each time he gives in to the desire between us. No matter how much I push to unleash the fire in his eyes, he shoves back harder each time. He’s merciless with his cruel words, telling me how naive I am, how little I know of the world.

What would you do if your father gave away your hand in marriage to settle a gambling debt without your knowledge? Mine did exactly that. But I didn't get married, I conked the guy on the head, kicked my heels off, and hiked up my skirt. 'Chubby legs don't fail me now' is what I muttered just before I fled the little Woodland Church. The only problem is that I may have fled the flames but I jumped right into the fire when I threw myself in the middle of a lonely road into the path of an oncoming car.

A savior lies in the heart of every good man, but sometimes only love can awaken the man inside the savior. The world’s had it out for San Francisco firefighter Mace Crawford from the moment he was born. Rescued from a horrific home life and dragged through an uncaring foster system, he’s dedicated his life to saving people, including the men he calls his brothers. As second in command of their knitted-together clan, Mace guides his younger siblings, helps out at 415 Ink, the family tattoo shop, and most of all, makes sure the brothers don’t discover his darkest secrets.

A last-minute trip puts me face to face with the most arrogant man I’ve ever met. The pilot. Grant King maybe hot as all get out, but he’s a grade-A jackass. Before I even board the chartered flight, his irritating and judgmental comments make me want to throttle him, bringing out my snarky side. Only what was supposed to be a five-hour trip turns into my worst nightmare. The last thing I want to do is spend anymore time with the gorgeous jerk. But weather forces us to land in a small town I’ve never heard of.

I never knew what adoration was until she came into my life. Though, at the time I didn't see the signs. I had no idea Stiletto had any feelings for me, and then it was too late—she confessed them after I was in a relationship. I saw the pain on her face, instantly knowing I was breaking her heart. Things were awkward between us, and years passed. Then her sister called me, begging me to help look for Stiletto. I didn't know what happened, but it didn't take long to figure it out.

They called me the villain. Homewrecker. The other woman. But there’s something dangerous about mistakes. You don’t realize you’re making one until it’s too late.... “You haven’t changed at all,” Bridget said to me that day. Those words hit me hard. I left, ready to start a new life for my daughter and I. Now, years later, I’m working hard. Doesn’t matter how complicated it is or if the guilt gets to me. I’m alive, and he’s not. But life throws me a curveball when I’m not expecting it.

Florence Harris thought if she ever fell in love it would be with someone sweet, dependable, boring. Nope. Turns out she likes arrogant, annoying, ego-so-big-it-wouldn’t-fit-in-the-ocean Eli Lennox. Just because he saved her life he thinks it gives him permission to meddle in it. He’s determined to save her from herself. Problem is she thinks she’s beyond saving. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and the sexiest woman Eli had ever laid eyes on, and she turns him down flat when he asks her out. That doesn’t happen to him often. Or ever.

I was stolen. Hidden. Trapped in a hell beyond salvation. Until him. Luca. The man who changed everything with his fierce loyalty and vow of protection. I shouldn't trust him.

My weather app didn’t say a dang thing about a snowstorm, but that’s precisely what I run into on my hike in the woods. One sprained ankle and an emotional breakdown later, Jase Puckett pops out from behind the trees. He’s a tall, plaid-wearing ginger who picks me up and carries me to safety. A former Army medic, Jase knows exactly how to take care of me. As it turns out, there are men out there that want me at my size. Big, tall, strapping mountain men.

FBI analyst Dalton Reed’s name is on my hit list, but I know I won’t do it. Though I haven’t seen Dalton in twenty-seven years, we have a history together. He saved my life many years ago, and he doesn’t even realize it. Now, it’s my turn to save him and his young son. Saving Dalton puts my life at risk with my assassin family, but I owe it to him, and I owe it to myself.

Izzy Marciano hates being the prodigal daughter. But with her ex getting too stalkery for comfort, the competitive single mom grabs her nine-year-old son and retreats to the safety of her mob-boss dad’s East Coast stronghold. And when her father hires a smoking-hot bodyguard, she has to constantly remind herself that the chiseled guardian is supposed to be totally off-limits.

Ten years ago, everyone left, leaving behind only memories. And while they chased better lives and bigger opportunities outside of this small town, I stayed. I stayed because I wouldn’t be like my mother; I wouldn’t leave my dad like she did.

Two weeks ago, I was an optimistic office girl with a Pinterest vision board and a dream. Now? I’m standing in a billionaire’s penthouse office, trying not to throw a donut at his smug, perfect face. McCarthy Svensson is my new boss-slash-personal tormentor. Though he thinks he’s my only protector. He’s wrong. He’s way worse than the merry-go-round of ex fiancés who may or may not be stalking me, including ex-fiancé number one of three, who fakes his death then pops up out of a casket. Alive.

All my life, I had never been wanted. My parents gave me up; my foster family hated me. I had been tossed around and thrown away for as long as I can remember. Then Dean walked into my life. He was godlike, sexy, handsome, strong, and caring. He was also the closest thing to a daddy I had. I wanted him, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he threw me away too. History would always repeat itself.

Meine reizende Geisel zu bewachen ist zu einer Sucht geworden. Ich beschütze Marisol vor den üblen Männern meines brutalen Kartells. Mich selbst eingeschlossen. Ich habe das Versprechen gehalten, das ich meinem Boss in der Nacht ihrer Gefangennahme gegeben habe: Niemand rührt sie an. Bei der ersten Gelegenheit, die sich ihr bietet, läuft sie jedoch weg und entkommt dem sicheren Käfig, den ich für sie gebaut habe.