Resultados para "The Dead" en Contemporánea

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.

Having been a camp counselor for the last three summers, I can handle most situations that come my way courtesy of rowdy children. This year shouldn't be any different, even with a new counselor who's everyone's type and too good to be true. But even so, Kayde Lane is nothing I can't deal with. Until I stumble upon him at night with an ax and sinister intentions towards the campers we're meant to protect.

What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did. Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret. I'm going to be the mother of his child, and I'm determined to see this through. Carter told me, point blank, that he doesn't want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to do this on my own. Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body!

Lei ha fatto un grosso errore. Non si ricatta un Tacone. Presentarsi da me e minacciarmi? È inaccettabile. Se ha bisogno di denaro, deve chiedermelo con gentilezza. Ma sappiamo entrambi come funzionano queste cose. Una volta che le concederò il prestito, lei apparterrà a me. Faccio del mio meglio per trattenermi. Per rispettarla. E ora che è sotto il mio controllo… non ho intenzione di lasciarla andare.

She can't stand me. She also thinks she's got me all worked out. My Princess is determined to stay as far away from me as possible. Eighteen months ago, she wanted me, but now, she's convinced I'm bad news. The thing is an attraction like ours doesn't just fade, and my need for her has only grown stronger no matter how many times she offers me a scowl instead of her beautiful smile. We've been playing a game of cat and mouse since the day she wore my jersey, and fortunately for her, I love the chase.

Divorced. Broke. Living with a pack of elderly roommates. And those hallucinations she’s diligently ignoring? Her tarot card-dealing mom is convinced they’re clairvoyant visions. Just when things can’t get worse, a so-hot-it-should-be-illegal private investigator shows up on her doorstep looking for a neighbor...who turns up murdered.

Ashland, Tennessee was where I planned to start over and become the woman I wanted to be; a woman who was fun and just a little bit reckless. The need to break out of my shell led to one wild night with a man I never planned on seeing again. But when the tattooed stranger showed up unexpectedly at my new job, he made it clear that once wasn't going to be enough for him. As the president of a motorcycle club with a checkered past, Courtland Pope should have scared me, but no matter how hard I tried to stay away, the pull to him was too strong to ignore.

You break up with your boyfriend of ten years after walking in on him with another woman. A day later, you received a phone call from your mother whom you haven't spoken to all those years, and it's to deliver gruesome news. You have no job, no life, no future plans. And now you are moving into a new quirky town where only happy weirdos live. And the final cherry on top, the sisters who hate you are moving here as well. Sounds fun? Because I am having a blast over here....

For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn't warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn't help matters either.

Loving her was like breathing air—it was hard to live without. Journey Smith was quiet and guarded, and above all else, beautiful. When we were alone, I grew to know the girl behind the stormy eyes. Her hesitant touches and hidden smiles were reserved for me, but now they're gone. Stolen moments of happiness were replaced with sharp barbs and fiery glares concealing her fear. Our past was written in the stone of St. Mary’s—a past that I was not willing to repeat. But what I assumed to be the truth was nothing more than a fabrication of such.

After a disastrous marriage and divorce, Detective Cary Stevens vowed he'd never let another woman into his heart. But when his latest investigation puts him in the way of a bullet, his bachelor days - and one-night stands - may be numbered. On the brink of death, he finds himself in Room Six, a waiting room in the hereafter where in-betweeners' fates are truly decided. He resigns himself to dying of boredom, if nothing else, in the lineup of senior citizens with their AARP magazines, when in walks the one woman who could make him want a second chance at life and love.

When a violent storm hits Graveyard Falls, it unearths the unimaginable: skeletons of teenage girls, each dressed in white and holding a candle. It's clear to FBI agent Beth Fields that this is the work of a long-standing killer - but could it be the one she escaped years ago? She has no memory of the man who held her captive and murdered her friend. But even though someone was jailed for the crime, she's always feared that the real killer is still out there...waiting and watching.

She lied to me. The minute I see Gavin for the first time, I know he is mine. Piper told him his daddy was in jail. I should be angry with her. But with that stethoscope draped around her neck, I know she's not as bad as I want her to be. She was just trying to protect him. From my life, my club, and the bastards that are trying to kill us.

No one tells me what to do. Except for maybe Dean, the president of the Black Hornets. I need their help in order to defeat the Black Saddles once and for all. But I know their help is going to come at a cost. I don't expect the price to be a pretty little thing named Brynn. His daughter. Who I thought was dead. Being in one MC is bad enough. But being a son-in-law to another MC's president is going to be hell on earth.

Prison is no joke. The food sucks, my roommate snores, and the only thing I have to look forward to is Monroe. My lawyer can look at my briefs anytime. She's smart, beautiful, and the only way I'm getting out of this hellhole. I didn't kill Blaze, but when you're a Dead Soul MC member, no one cares about the truth. And maybe that's for the best, because no one can know about Canyon. Monroe is not just getting me out of jail. She's also getting into my heart.

It took Naeem Cassidy ten years to get over his wife’s death and move on. Then, he found out she was still alive. Now, he has to choose between the life he had with Destiny and the life he’s built with Dijon. There is one major problem though—Destiny’s father. Because of his lies and secrets, someone has to die … and Naeem refuses to grieve for his wife again. Will his choice cause the end of his relationship with Dijon and create a war with the Black Mayhem Mafia, or will it end things between him and Destiny permanently this time around?

Bianca teve todo o seu mundinho sacudido após ser desmascarada e ainda por cima perder seu namorado em um grave acidente de carro. Egoísta e irresponsável, ela se vê obrigada a ir morar em Nova Iorque com seu pai, sua madrasta - que ela odeia - e com seu meio irmão gato - que não a suporta. Porém, por mais que Bianca tente, ela não consegue se livrar dos problemas que a perseguem onde quer que ela vá. Entre intrigas, traições e um amor não correspondido, essa garota acostumada a ter tudo e todos aos seus pés, irá aprender que no amor e na guerra nem sempre vale tudo.

I always thought I’d die crushed under the weight of my TBR pile, but my death was a plot twist I didn’t see coming. Save your sympathy! Now that I’m dead, I’m living my best freaking life. I’m free to read books for hours on end without worrying about food, rent, or, well, any interruptions. I might finally be able to get through my TBR list… maybe. The only one who can see me in my ghostly form is Wasabi, an adorable rat that lives in the library archives.

Insta-love only happens in the movies. Insta-lust? That she'd buy into. Until she meets take-charge club owner Landon Bennett and falls head over heels at a glance. When hot-as-sin Landon Bennet offers sexy songstress Vivienne Clark a summer residency at his popular Manhattan nightclub, it's the opportunity of a lifetime that she can't resist. Add in the man's obvious interest and seductive attention and life is perfect...until she puts together the pieces of his past.

Kellee O’Neal is missing. Her memory fractured. Her life in danger. When Byron turns to former Navy SEAL Egan Maddox for help, Egan knows he’s the wrong man for the job. His feelings for Kellee run too deep—and hiding out with her may be more dangerous than the threat they’re running from.