Resultados para "The Temple" en Romántica

Tareal Vanth, a demi-fae necromancer, was having a regular day of cleaning up bodies, taking out murdering trash, and pissing off local authorities . . . he should have known that peace and quiet wouldn't last in a city like Inferno. Now, an actual Reaper called Elektra is on his doorstep, demanding his help to stop a renegade necromancer from tearing the Veil apart and unleashing an undead army. He wants to tell her that it's not his problem, but Elektra's death magic sings to him like a siren song, and his fae mating instincts are getting more frustrated by the second.

La Orden del Temple, los templarios, ha pasado a la historia como un grupo de bravos guerreros que practicaban misteriosos rituales, que luchaban incansables, invencibles por su doble condición de soldados y monjes, de fiereza y de fe, de potencia y recogimiento. Álvar Villar de Honrubia...

She survived the deadliest serial killer of her generation. Or so everyone thought. No one knew how many pieces of her he took to the grave with him. She hid her scars, her nightmares. She hid everything until she couldn't. Then she ran. But Colby followed her. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth. To hell and back. Sariah knew he would. Because Colby had already wrenched her out of hell once. Because Colby loved her. Only Colby loved the girl she was before. The carefree girl she used to be. She had to show Colby that girl was gone. By any means necessary.

Dämonen jagen ist eigentlich auch nur ein Job wie jeder andere. Man macht Überstunden, hat eine Auszubildende, muss Leichen entsorgen und gelegentlich mal Teenager vor der Hölle retten. Doch als dunkle Mächte den Vatikan unterwandern und ein uralter Feind sich aus der Versenkung erhebt, bleibt Gin keine Wahl.

The good girl falls for the bad boy. Can we name a bigger, or better cliché? Despite my ideas about the deep misogyny associated with this particular one, I've somehow found myself in the middle of it. Except, I'm not the good girl. I'm exceptional at playing that role. But I'm not. My secrets make sure of that. And he's not a boy. He's a man. Older than me by decades. An outlaw. A villain. A member of one of the most notorious MCs in the country. The Sons of Templar.

Having survived the demonic nation of Palto and achieved more than she would've dreamed possible, Ruethwyn and her friends must take the time to recover and collect themselves before continuing their journey to Corval. Dealing with the repercussions will complicate their journey, and adds urgency to Ruethwyn's goals.

Persephone Honeyfield is witty, intelligent, and very aware that the only way to escape the monotony of the life she shares with her father and sister in the English countryside—and the wagging, ever-critical tongues of the people around her—is through marriage. She also knows the likelihood of it being a love match is nearly zero.

The legend of the weeping stones is old: They weep only in the presence of one whose destiny is integral to the survival of Scotland. However, there is a sting in the tail of the blessing; whoever is so marked by the stone is fated to love only once, whether it be for good or ill. Gair witnessed the stone weep when Heather touched it. Now he must decide whether to uphold his oath to protect the Templar Knights' treasure, or protect at all costs the frail lass who is destined to save his beloved Scotland.

In the search for the truth, the line between fact and fiction is beginning to fall out of focus It is 1903, and Lily Temple is a beautiful silent-film actress who spins fairy tales and plays frivolous roles in front of the cine-camera. But beneath the costumes and stage makeup is a woman with a quick wit, a murky past, and a tantalizing secret. As an underground investigator to the wealthy, Peter Driscoll has been tasked with locating the legendary Briarwood Teardrop, an exquisite sapphire that has been missing for years—and which Lily happens to be wearing beneath her gown.

Suzel, orpheline est recueilli par son oncle le docteur Monil. Elle se liera de sympathie avec ses nouveaux voisins, une jeune fille infirme et son frère Aymard qui veut devenir officier.

Flora Phillips has a ready excuse for everything. Abandoned as a baby on a stranger's doorstep, wrapped in nothing but a towel, she's spent her life believing one thing: if your mother doesn't want you, who will? Now thirty, with no boyfriend, no permanent home, and a career going nowhere, Flora decides it's time for answers. While others are hanging stockings and sipping mulled wine, she sets out on Christmas Eve to find the doorstep where her story began. But what she discovers isn't just the past - it's a future she never imagined. One filled with friendship, laughter, and maybe even love.

Dark forces and violence enters the European court of the Duke of Nemours in the year of our Lord 1480. The only hope remains in the hands of the Duke's daughter Polyxena - a stunning beauty, coveted by many men.

Should I tell you a story? Not a fairytale, mind you. There's not a princess to be seen. Nor a prince. Not even a hero. This is about the stripper and the outlaw. Our story begins with the Sons of Templar MC, with a man even the outlaws fear. He was trouble. More than trouble. A scoundrel. A sinner. A villain. To everyone but me. Our story begins with blood, violence, and pain. I have a feeling it will end that way too. But it's too late for escape. I've fallen for the scoundrel. The sinner. The outlaw.

I'm not a worldly woman. I'm not cultured, well-traveled, or well educated. I'm just a housewife. A mother. I'm the woman with the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, the large house. If you saw it from the outside, you'd probably think I have the perfect life. You would most definitely be wrong. But I don't blame you. We all see what we want to see, turning a blind eye to what others want to stay hidden. Especially when it comes to love. They say love is blind. But I'm more apt to say it's wretched. Love is what made me stay. But love is also what saved me.

The Sons of Templar MC. I'm sure you've heard of them. They're infamous. Murderers. Criminals. Outlaws. But to me, they're family. My husband wore the cut for well over a decade. For almost as long as he wore a wedding ring. Our marriage survived wars. Deaths. Blood. The cuts were deep. And they never healed quite right. But we survived. Until we didn't. He promised me forever. And he gave it to me. His version of it, at least. Mine was longer, though. Much longer.

Souls are interesting things. Not something you can prove you possess. Not something that can be measured, like a heartbeat. But something that can be destroyed by the absence of a heartbeat. No, you cannot prove you possess a soul. But once that soul dies, there doesn't need to be proof that you don't have one. Once that blackened pit opens inside you, the world can see it. The world cowers from it.

Living a life in darkness causes the soul to char to ash. Battling demons by turning himself into a monster is the only way he can survive...the only way he can keep a grip on sanity. That grip is precarious at best, every day is a silent battle with demons that threaten to yank him into the truest form of darkness, the abyss he'll never escape. Then it happens. Light shines through the cracks. Happiness. Mia Spencer's life is full of it. She has an amazing new job, friends, family, and the light of her life - her daughter Lexie.

My life is about the story. I've risked my life for it. Many times. I chase the story so I can escape having to face my own. But this one is different. This story will make my career. My life. Or it will end it. The Sons of Templar MC. The most notorious and dangerous outlaw motorcycle club in the country. And I'm going to get the scoop. Or I'll die trying.

Life is counted in tiny breaths, ones that measure the length of your existence. Life stole the ability to make those breaths easy when Lily was nine years old. Turned her quiet. Made her curl into herself, and shut out a world that threatened to bury her under its weight. The end of her world is what brings him back - her biker. His chocolate eyes pierce her soul while his club tempts her with a life that she didn't know she could ever have. Especially not when she was clutching the tattered remains of her existence.

This isn't a fairy tale. I'll save you the trouble by telling you that now. This is the tale of a girl who spent her life bouncing around foster homes, who had her innocence stolen in the darkness before she knew it was something that could be lost. Her demons followed her everywhere after that night. They chased her to the medical school she dropped out of, to the strip club she sold herself in, and finally caught her in a river of sin where they tried to drown her.