Resultados para "Skin" en Romántica

Trapped in nightmares from my past, the only comfort I find is in gifts from the man who killed my mother's killer—presents wrapped in a body bag and delivered to the morgue for me to examine. From the first time I saw his mark, I knew I had to keep my killer safe, had to keep his work a secret for me and me alone. Every body is a love letter, and I'm the only one who can read them.

Fighter pilot Jon Russell never sleeps with the same man twice. Known for his lack of shame when it comes to hooking up, Jon has no interest in commitment - even friends with benefits sounds like too much work. Matt Huffman has slept with lots of women. He's had loads of girlfriends. So why does the hot-as-hell pilot getting a tattoo as the result of a lost bet stop his breath? And how come he can't stop thinking about him, even after he's gone?

Kailin Odel's day job is as a drug rehab counselor, but at night she prowls Chicago's streets, hunting blood-sucking wraiths who take possession of innocent humans. She also happens to be skillfully avoiding her panther Alpha responsibilities for as long as her Alpha humors her. But when the corpse of a cougar shifter lands at her feet—literally—Kai becomes the killer's next target.

Kenna is only slightly hiding from testifying in federal hearings about her actions in Las Vegas when a routine stakeout yields a mysterious invitation—and a startling connection to a case her father worked in his FBI days. Driven by her curiosity and a desire to reconcile her father’s past, Kenna explores the derelict compound where Max Banbury rescued a group of children from a deadly cult. While there, Kenna encounters a couple of trespassing teens. One is injured, and the other disappears, making it seem like the Children of the Morning might not be as dead as everyone thinks.

Derek Doyle has been a member of the Paranormal Investigations Team since the monsters revealed themselves to the world. Considering that he thinks a monster is needed to catch a monster, he's definitely in the right place. As a lone wolf not used to letting many people in, neither man nor beast was prepared for the effect consultant Dr. Ever Chace has on them. Growing up human in a world of supernatural creatures, Dr. Ever Chace has always felt a need to be special, to stand out. When asked to consult on a case where teens are being brutalized, she relishes the chance.

Samantha discovers that you can find love in the oddest of places—even in a tattoo studio.

Eu mudei de nome, de vida e, depois de tanto tempo, achei que seria seguro voltar para Detroit. Agora, o demônio na minha cabeça canta canções de amor para o garoto que é proibido para mim, para o garoto ao qual eu destruí a família, e fica de joelhos para o homem implacável e cruel que me vigia do outro lado da rua.

Keiner sagt dir, was du tun sollst, wenn der Junge, der dir das Herz gebrochen hat, zurückkommt, um es zu stehlen. Roman Riviera war vor langer Zeit mein Ein und Alles. Ich fand meinen Ritter in glänzender Rüstung in einem anderen Pflegekind. Er beschützte mich und versprach mir, für immer an meiner Seite zu sein. Aber Roman Riviera ist ein Lügner. Er hat mich mit Monstern zurückgelassen. Drei Jahre später erwischte ich ihn mitten in der Nacht dabei, wie er seine Initialen in die Haut meines Pflegebruders ritzte, getränkt mit dem Blut meiner Familie.

Brianda, a young engineer, leaves her comfortable life in Madrid to learn more about her ancestors. When she travels to a cold, isolated village high in the Pyrenees to explore her roots, Brianda discovers a family secret - and a new love interest. The mysterious Corso, who is challenging destiny by restoring the neglected manor he has inherited, offers to help Brianda in her research. Together they uncover another woman named Brianda in the family archives, a woman who lived four centuries ago.

Lord Thornby has been trapped on his father's isolated Yorkshire estate for a year. There are no bars or chains; he simply can't leave. His sanity is starting to fray. When industrial magician John Blake arrives to investigate a case of witchcraft, he finds the peculiar, arrogant Thornby as alarming as he is attractive. John soon finds himself caught up in a dark fairy tale, where all the rules of magic - and love - are changed.

Ivan thought the world was through giving him second chances. Who'd want a rough ex-con with a savior complex and a bad habit of bringing home helpless strays? Everyone in Blackwood, Virginia, knew he wasn't good enough for the fine things in life; they knew he was too damaged to save. He just needed to keep his head down, work himself to the bone, and pretend he was content with the lot he was given. Until she came into his life.

After 10 years of blissful marriage, navy pilot Nate Chandler is divorcing his cheating husband. Single for the first time in years, Nate is numb to all emotion and kisses any chance of another relationship goodbye. Not only is Nate struggling to get through this divorce, but his body is branded with a permanent reminder of his failed marriage: a matching tattoo with his ex.

Colin Spencer is a tattoo artist with a past he'd prefer to keep a secret. Actually, he has a few secrets that he'd rather people didn't know about, which is why Colin doesn't do commitment. But when a shy sailor approaches him at the gym, Colin finds this guy pushing all his buttons. Growing up in a conservative family, then escaping with the Navy, Daniel Moore is an unsure virgin who feels like he can't share his true self with anyone.

After the death of her boyfriend, K. Mitchell, Makeda discovers H's true identity. Now bound by blood, she and H form a powerful alliance. While Makeda's acting and modeling career is back in full bloom, H is leading his lethal gang, S.K.G., in a bloody turf war for control of the streets of the Southeast. As the bodies (and money) pile up, Makeda becomes the darling of the entertainment industry, but danger lurks at every corner as H's exploits are splashed across headlines all over the country.

I first saw the Folk when I was a little boy, when they started appearing in my garden, with their unnatural, cruel beauty and honeyed words and veiled taunts. I grew up with big green eyes watching me from the forest. Whispers from the trees. Shimmering skin darting between the bushes. Black creatures always lurking in the shadows. While they were here, I thought nothing of them. It wasn’t until they were gone that I realise it wasn’t…normal. But it isn’t until I’m twenty-one, when my life is in ruins, that they come back to take me away.

Lacey wasn't the one that got away - she was the one I let go. The one I made a promise to see and to love again. And each year on the same day I bring a ring to our spot and wait. And each year Lacey never shows. I tell myself this year is the last year. I need to move on, move forward, and let her go for good.

My name's on the neon sign above the tattoo shop, but her name's forever tattooed on my heart. I grew up with the nickname "Saint" and opened St. Skin with the dream of marrying Kate and living a good life. But that dream died years ago. Now I'm heading back to Hundred Falls Valley to stake my claim to the shop...and to Kate's heart. The last thing I expect is for her to have a kid.

I always remember Scarlett as the one-night-stand who got away from me. I fell in love; she took off. It feels like a lifetime ago now, though. I traded in my guitar for a needle, working at St. Skin, bringing other people's stories to life through tattoos. Though I still think about her, I know I'll never see her again. But I never knew that after she left our one night, she left pregnant.

Think about it - in one swing of fate's hammer, I lost everything. The love I knew. The love I was going to know. Everything. I signed the divorce papers only because she signed them first. She wanted out. My heart was shattered. It was supposed to give us a chance to start over. There was only one problem. I wasn't done loving her.

Hugo Burrows has life under control. He has a decent job, a long-term relationship and a flat in Canary Wharf. It’s all under control. It’s just becoming a little problematic trying to hold everything together. Keeping the bruises on his skin hidden away. A smile plastered on his face. Controlling the calories he allows himself to consume. And now his boss is on his back with too many questions, and the grumpy French head chef keeps staring at him like he’s a freak or something. Everything is under control. It has to be.