Resultados para "The Raven" en Contemporánea

I've never considered myself a guarded person; instead, I choose to wear my heart on my sleeve. With the events of last year finally behind me, I'm finding happiness in the small things again: My flower booth, the diner, and my family. Until a handsome stranger visits my flower booth, the machine fails, and he leaves his card telling me he'll come back later. It's not until he's gone that I notice his name. Reese Walker. My dead ex-boyfriend's far older brother. And he's completely off limits.

Ella era la hermana de la novia. Él, el chico del que ella siempre había estado enamorada. El adictivo e intenso éxito de TikTok por la autora bestseller en USA Today. Cuando la hermana mayor de Raven Du Pont decide dejar plantado al codiciado magnate Ares Windsor el día de su boda, ella no...

I've always loved three things more than anything: Raven Peak Ranch, my daughter, and my garage. I've never gone lookin' outside my own hometown for bigger and better things. So when the rodeo comes into town, and my sister drags me along with her, I'm not expecting to be thrown into the orbit of Buckin' Bronco Champion, Heath Macabe. His golden brown eyes draw me in, and I can't help but fall. Too bad, after an incredible night, I find out he's engaged… And he's still naked, in my bed.

My name is Bexley Adams, but most people call me Karma. I control the streets, where my name is whispered with hope and horror. I am the enforcer of justice, the blade in the night, and, well, I have fun doing it—until I accidentally catch the attention of the three kings of the city. Each of the three Sai brothers is more dangerous than the last, and right now, their gazes are locked on me.

I've finally escaped the everyday hell I've dealt with since I was a child. Moving to the small Colorado town of Raven Creek to build a new life felt like the best idea at the time. One of peace, calm nights, and good friends. But when I introduce the hot-as-sin cowboy as my fake boyfriend for one night, everything shifts. The question is, is it for better or worse?

Current life goals: get through these 50-hour work weeks while maintaining my sanity, avoid relationships with Dominants who can't accept me for who I am, strengthen my relationship with my older brother, and survive a year of living with my brother and his best friend, who are moving back to Chicago to start a business. So far, so good. My new bartending job at Club Caliber is going well, Liam has been texting me about how excited he is to move into our new place and spend more time with me, and I even hit it off with a man at my last bartending shift who might actually be my perfect match.

I'm getting engaged to a dangerous man. I'm scared, but I don't have a choice. It's the price I have to pay to save my family's legacy. I think all hope is lost. Then I meet a mountain man who sweeps me off my feet. For one night, I let him have me. It was supposed to end there. But it doesn't. The next time I see him, I'm wearing a ring. But my mountain man doesn't back down. Reign says that I'm his. And he promises to fight for me.

I’ve been a prisoner for five hundred and fifty days. Okay, technically I’m just stuck in my aunt’s four–story tower. And yes, Aunt Agatha is more "eccentric book club queen" than evil captor. But still—no piano, no freedom, and no escape from my own mistakes. Like almost marrying a...

I don’t want Jason Vega. Not at all. It’s the worst idea ever. Ah, hell... Jason is handsome. Smart. Dangerous. Hot. He’s goddamn gorgeous - but he’s also sleeping on the street, hanging out with the local biker gang, and selling his body for a living. Our lives, our paths, couldn’t be further apart. I’m crawling toward the light while he’s falling into the dark. But it doesn’t matter how different we are or what logic dictates.

Five brothers in all but blood, five girls who love them, emerging from a past fraught with darkness and danger. There are wedding bells, and baby cries and laughter all around. They have found their happy ending. Only one cloud is marring these blue skies, and it has to do with Zane, the rock of the brotherhood. Nobody knows exactly what is wrong, but here’s the thing, folks: There are five of us, and we stand all for one and one for all. If you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. We protect our own.

Professor Sutton Dupont's tenure at Avernia College is as complicated as his family's bloody history. Still, when the most irresistible temptation he's ever faced slinks into his classroom, Sutton finds himself desperate enough to risk it all. After years of trying to make a name for herself in Hollywood, Elle Anderson winds up a college freshman at twenty-five, running from her past and lying to everyone she knows—especially the green-eyed professor whose forbidden kiss has her starving for more.

I thought I was a normal kid once. Do normal kids have to beg door to door for food? Not sure. It wasn't always that bad, I guess - and then it was. Really f--king bad. I tried to protect my younger brother from the fallout. Lied to him about how bad things were. But it wasn't enough. And when the accident happened, he blamed me, like everyone else. I'm guilty of many things. He's right about that, at least. So damn guilty I'm sure everyone knows and will call me out on it. Except they don't. Nobody does, except my brother. Not even Kayla, sexy and sweet and coolest girl ever.

There's me: Micah Owens. Tattoo artist at Damage Control. No parents or siblings. A past that still gives me nightmares. And then there's her: Evangeline, the girl who saved my life and haunts my more pleasant dreams. Only she doesn't know who I really am, and telling her might well send her fleeing for the hills. She deserves better than a loser like me. She's pretty. She's clever. She's goddamn sexy and has a heart of gold. Which is why I can't tell her.

I don’t trust men. My ex cheated on me with my cousin. In our bed. And Kaden, my boyfriend, well, I think he cheated on me, too. Confidence is a fragile thing, and mine is already shattered. So I flew back to Chicago, putting distance between us before Kaden could hurt me more. I’ve sworn off men for good, focusing on my work and waiting for the pain to fade. I’m over Kaden. Really, I swear. I don’t love him anymore. It’s over. Only a miracle could throw us back together at this point.

Asher Anderson is angry―at the world, at himself, at the way his best friend Lucy Wolfe seems determined to tune out this buzzing connection between them. He doesn't mean to solve all his problems with violence, but maybe he has too much of his father in him. That's why the faculty at Avernia College hates him, right? Because of the "evil" blood in his veins?

Matthew Hansen is the kind of handsome that has grown women whispering behind their hands and giggling like schoolgirls. Dark, tall and mysterious, he's a newcomer to our little town. He's a gritty, grease-covered mechanic, and a single daddy. Sweet, right? Plus, he's looking for a nanny—and I am desperately looking for a job. Sounds like the perfect deal. Only he's a jerk. An uncivilized, hulking brute. Zero manners. Zero interest in making me feel welcome in his home. Downright rude. But oh, so sexy. And I need the job. I can do this.

Drei Jahre unschuldig im Gefängnis. Drei Jahre für einen Mord, den ein anderer begangen hat. Jetzt arbeitet Raoul Hernandez als Koch im Lyons Creek Haven, einer Zuflucht für Jugendliche ohne Zuhause. Ein Neuanfang. Eine zweite Chance. Doch die Betreuerin Haley macht ihm vom ersten Tag an...

There are three of them. Three boys. We’re friends, neighbors, our lives linked through disaster, fear, and pain. I love them all. Not sure I can live without them. Can we just stay friends? Can we ignore the desire flaring when we’re around each other? Can I kiss one and not the other? I can’t choose. Don’t want to choose. And I’m not sure they can, either. This story will either end up in heartache, or as any story should—in a happy ending.

Against the backdrop of windswept, coastal Ireland, two people are brought together under unlikely circumstances, one scarred by tragedy, the other by betrayal.

His name is Rafaele Vestri, Rafe to his friends. He’s tall, strong, handsome. Distant. He often comes to the coffee shop where I work, but we don’t talk much. He looks at me, though. Stares at me, his gaze heated, and I can’t help but stare back. I want him, I won’t deny it. I’ve never seen anyone that beautiful, anyone that powerful, in my life. But he’s growing more withdrawn by the day. Something’s up, and he won’t tell. I know about his past - the murder of his family when he was 15. I can imagine how much it must have cost him.