Resultados para "The Nose" en Romántica

Jason is successful, confident, and unlovable. Living in the heart of Soho with his found family brothers, he masks his trauma with more sass than you can throw glitter at. After love burned him once, he vowed never to let it happen again. One night, one time, no attachments. That’s how he survives and protects his heart. Patrick knows loss too well. His husband’s sudden death shattered his world, and he believes he’ll never feel that kind of connection again. Then Jason storms into his life. A pint-sized spitfire with haunted eyes.

"Faut se présenter ? Pfff. Marc Tillard. Flic. Râleur. Taciturne. Métro, boulot, dodo... et sexe, évidemment. Ma vie était réglée jusqu'à ce qu'un petit con aux yeux émeraude se pointe." "On parle de moi ? Simon Fauquet. Fun, insouciant et trop mignon. Ma vie rime avec soirées et vodka, jamais sans ma coloc' et meilleure amie. Entre nous, c'est à la vie à la mort, jusque dans les ennuis que j'attire comme un aimant."

In the heart of London, where privilege and ambition collide, Gregory and Oscar's tumultuous past threatens to resurface in unexpected ways. Once childhood friends, their relationship took a dark turn when Oscar became Gregory's high school bully. Now successful in their own right, their paths continue to intertwine due to the dysfunctional bond between their mothers. While Oscar seeks to atone for his past, Gregory remains trapped in a cycle of hurt and betrayal.

Nothing prepared me on how to survive falling in love. New day. New feelings. New threats. I've survived in this post apocalyptic wasteland alone since I was twelve. Never knowing intimacy or love. Until Rex awoke feelings in me I don't understand. The brash, controlling man is my first everything. Yet I remain defiant, clinging to my independence, even if I'm possessive of him. But when sickness strikes him down, fear of losing him consumes me. Though I don't understand how to love, I'll shield him with everything I am. Or die trying.

One night together. That's it. Except letting go isn't an option anymore. New day. New town. New temptation. I prowl the wastelands of this post apocalyptic world solo, a lone wolf. When I find him, a scrappy young man with fire in his eyes, my hunger stirs. That defiant gaze challenges me. I thought I'd wander alone, but claiming this fierce boy? I wasn't prepared for that. But when two wild souls collide, you surrender. You take. And you don't let go. So that's what I do, regardless of our age gap. I make him mine... In every way.

My hook-up for the night wasn’t supposed to be my long-time hockey rival, but here he is. I’m too worked up to let him go home without having a taste. One little bite of that smart mouth is mine for the taking after how many times he’s broken my nose. How was I supposed to know that I’d crave Alderchuck with the desperation of a starved man? I’m always one bad day from an explosion, but since I hooked up with Alderchuck, my body’s constantly on fire. I’m thinking about things I haven’t in a long time. He’s dredged years of buried torment to the surface. The cure? Alderchuck.

Spot doesn't believe in coincidences, not at all. So when Ishii's has to shut down for six weeks to remodel after a fire, and a new Italian restaurant opens in the plaza, he smells something rotten, and it's not out-of-date sushi. The fire inspector claims it was an accident due to an employee's careless cigarette, and with both Ishii and Master Callan accepting that, Spot can't get anyone to look deeper. There's nothing for it. He will have to learn how to look for clues like a pro and sniff out the real culprit for himself.

I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life and I can only hope it’s not too late for me to redeem myself. All my future plans included building a life with Jack, but now he’s playing house with some second-rate hockey coach he thinks he’s in love with. I want him back, and when my father’s misguided effort backfires, the perfect solution skates right into my life.

On the surface, my life is a flawless performance. I stay home, keep the house spotless, and play the role of the devoted wife. It doesn’t matter that behind the curtains, the truth is darker than anyone could imagine. I’ve mastered the art of concealing the bruises, spinning lies to explain the tears, and burying the horrors of what happened behind closed doors. Until her.