Resultados para "muse" en Contemporánea

Iris Eliot has survived a lot in her 27 years but refuses to be labelled a victim. Now, in her final year of graduate school, her dream is within reach. She's ready to put the past behind her and embrace whatever the future brings. Until the future brings him. Professor James Beckett, internationally best-selling author and award-winning poet, is the new head of the creative writing department at her university. Brilliant and obnoxiously sexy, he's more dangerous than Iris knows.

¿Has conocido alguna vez a una musa? Soy Didie, musa de profesión y con grandes éxitos en mi carrera. Soy muy buena en lo mío, pero tengo que confesar que estoy algo nerviosa. Me temo que mi siguiente acogido se ha propuesto ponerme las cosas difíciles. Es escritor (mi especie favorita de acogido), pero además es terco como una mula, desconfiado, imponente, arrogante y desobediente, pues pretende desafiar todas mis normas. Unas normas sencillas que exijo que se cumplan para poder hacer mi trabajo sin problemas ni confusiones.

Idealizado estás más guapo es una novela poetizada y musicalizada, como no podía ser de otra manera tratándose de una loca historia de amor platónico. Porque la acción, en este tipo de amores idealizados, es la justita y necesaria para alimentar la imaginación de la víctima del enamoramiento unilateral.

Landing a writing gig in Hollywood was just as difficult as becoming an actor, and something Claire Becker had learned the hard way. Sure, she didn’t have to conform to ridiculous beauty standards and give up her love for raw cookie dough, but the sting of rejection burned all the same. The only things that kept her sane were her two amazing roommates and her guilty pleasure - writing fan-fiction. Getting lost in her own world, she’d forget that she had yet to land her dream job, and instead spent time with her dream man - Nick Larsson. Well, at least in the literary sense.

If I can keep Hush Note's leading guitarist, Nixon Winters, on the straight and narrow for the next six months, I'll finally get my own band to manage - assuming we don't kill each other first. The egotistical, irritating rock star is fresh out of rehab, but it's obvious his demons followed him home - and now I'm sleeping down the hall. I've watched him self-destruct every summer, and with album deadlines and tour dates looming, I can't let it happen again. My career is in his hands.

I may be struggling as an artist in New York, but I'm a great doorman. Is it the easiest job in the city? Probably. And it gives my mind all the time it needs to wander. Sometimes to my current project or muse, but more often to the one who got away. I was the one he used to reach for in the middle of the night when the nightmares came. My adopted brother, once not much more than a stranger, became my closest friend during one of the most difficult times of his life.

If I'm looking for trouble, I don't need a rock star like Noah Hayes to find it. I play the bad girl well enough on my own. While millions of people might idolize these so-called Rock Gods, I party with them on a daily basis. I know the truth. They're just as flawed and damaged as the rest of us. So, while Noah's charms may work on his many groupies, I'm immune. But ever since Noah first laid eyes on me, it's been his life mission to get a taste. And what he lacks in discretion, he makes up for in determination.

I loved the way he made me feel. The way he warmed my insides and made my lady parts drum. I loved the way he looked at me, as if I was the best thing that God had created. And, just for him. His round eyes and solid frame was a source of inspiration. I found myself scribbling his features into my pieces. One after the other. Stroking my canvas as I imagined he'd stroke me. And, when he finally did, we'd make one unique piece.

The first time a woman stepped out of a painting, I thought I was seeing things. The second time, I thought I was going mad. The night she emerged from a Renoir, I felt something else entirely -- a deep stirring of desire, and the wish to get to know the brilliant beauty who's been trapped inside a painted garden for years. She can only come out at night in the Musée d'Orsay, where I work. There, after hours, we wander through galleries, with the Van Goghs, the Monets, and the Toulouse Lautrecs the only witnesses to our midnight kisses and, soon, our trysts.

Not much can happen in 24 hours - unless you’ve just met your soulmate…He is drop-dead gorgeous - a superhero on the big screen. I’m simply a writer - who lost her mojo, and just missed her flight. Worst day of my life. Or so I thought....Because being stuck with Noah for 24 hours was extraordinary. He made me laugh. Made me want. Fired me up. Inspired me. And it was so much more than that. He was so much more than that. In 24 hours, I not only found my muse. I fell in love....

The rules have never applied to film director Sebastian Hart. He's always done what he wants, when he wants. But after one too many wild nights, Sebastian finds himself performing community service in the unlikely role of big brother to a ten-year-old boy in need of a father figure. It seems like fate is playing with him when the boy's mother turns out to be the girl he grew up next door to, the one person he's never been able to win over with his smile or charm.

Thomas St Clair is used to getting exactly what he wants, when he wants it. So when a mysterious woman shows up at his door with his runaway dog and her presence drives away his writer's block, he's willing to put up with her secrets if it means she'll stay around.

I'm going to ruin Sienna Roberts. Ruthless? Maybe. But it's what's put me on top. And it's what's going to help me get revenge on the woman who put my family through hell. My plan has been in play for months. She has no idea I'm the mysterious benefactor commissioning her artwork, or that the downfall in store for her will be the end of her career. But there's something I didn't plan for—the way her smile and touch starts to make me forget all I blame her for . . .

Patient #495. Nyx Blackwood. Scorpio. They call me dangerous. Unstable. The Fated M.U.S.E. Mentally insane, they wrote in my file. Unsatisfactory, they marked on my tests. Scentless, they whispered in fear. Excelled beyond control, they warned the others. For six years, Ravenscroft Asylum has been my prison, its white walls keeping the world safe from me. Or maybe keeping me safe from the world. Until four of the most lethal alphas in the Parazodiac Nexus break in. They don't just take me. They claim me.

To most, Kal Anderson is a villain. Harbinger of death, keeper of souls, frequenter of nightmares. Doctor Death. Hades incarnate. They say he stole me. Usurped my fiancé and filled the cracks in my heart with empty promises. Imprinted his crimson fingerprints on my psyche and tried to set me free. They’re not wrong, per se. Except it was my choice to stay.

I know better than to get involved with celebrities. Especially a Rock God like Sebastian Kane. A man who knows how to make the ladies scream, as evidenced by the leak of his recent sex tape. Which leads to my problem . . . I'm the girl in the video with him. Grief will make you do crazy things. After all, I'm the smart girl, the good girl, not the rebel. But now I'm face to face with the one man I was never supposed to see again. A man with a gorgeous dark smile and even darker secrets.

He told me I was his muse. He lied. Anton Sachov, the artist, the man who only sees in monochrome. He wants something from me. Something precious; the meadow green of my eyes, the rich mahogany of my hair, the creamy white of my skin, the stark red of my blood, even the darkness of my soul. And he will do anything to get them.

By the time the agoraphobic, unhinged, and musically gifted Grayson James came crashing into my life, I was deeply infatuated with his elder sibling. But that didn't stop him from ruining everything. He stole something that wasn't his to have. Something I hadn't known I was giving him. After realizing he was unsatisfied with that little taste, he wanted more—wanted me. Now, he's asked me to keep him company while he hides out in his family's rustic mountainside estate. Blackmailed me, really. Unfortunately, I need the money, the escape. It's not like I have much of a choice.

Nobody asked him to step in. I had everything under control, but by the time I shuffled onstage, there was no chance to stop him. Men ogled and touched as I offered my body and soul to the highest bidder, and I could tell my stranger didn’t like what he saw. Or maybe he did. Maybe he liked it too much, and that was why his number shot up. A quarter billion dollars and one existential crisis later, Cash Primrose was dragging me down the aisle in the name of convenience. I suppose it could be worse.

They say every proud man must fall. Mortals who fancy themselves gods will one day kneel. I thought myself invincible; Apollo on Earth. Mocked my brother when he succumbed to such a fate. Before I noticed the blue-haired nymph lurking in the background. Cora Astor shouldn’t have come to this island. She sneered in my direction, beguiling me with her disgust. As a Wolfe, hunting is in my blood. Getting what I want is my nature. Even when I know I can never have it. Though I cannot keep her, I plan to relish the chase.