Resultados para "muse" en Suspense romántico

I'm an omega born in the wrong skin. Patient #496. Jinx Blackwood. Gemini. They said I was missing. Swapped. Unfit to serve Fate's design. But Fate made a mistake. I was never meant for the world outside. I belong in the dark. Six years ago, I was stolen from Ravenscroft Asylum and dumped into a life meant for my twin sister. But now I've clawed my way back to where I truly belong—the haunted halls, the blood-soaked beds, and the underground cages they swore I'd never return to because I didn't come back for answers. I came back for them.

Hello, my Muse. Meet Vincent Coen, a world-renowned painter who has built his life upon acknowledging the beauty of his surroundings. Aurora Wayward, although pure in heart, views her own beauty as a curse. Following a chance encounter, the artist quickly becomes the apple of the young woman's eye. Walk alongside Aurora as she begins to peel back the layers of his outwardly flawless skin. When Vincent's inner core is finally revealed, will it be sweet or spoiled?

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.

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.

Lenny Primrose is a puppet; a temptress sent to make my life bloody miserable. Adored by the public and used for her father’s benefit. Every man wants her, and every woman wants to be her. She’s good for my reputation. That’s the only reason I agree to the little devil’s proposal. I’m game. Willing to play pretend to get what I want. Until what I want is her. Now, there are no rules. I’ll wage a war against the world just to keep her. Even the deadliest men have their vices, and she happens to be mine.

From the second I saw her, I knew she’d be my ruin. Sitting all alone at the bar, she looked like an angel. Eurydice in human form; her beauty eclipsed by demons. Now, I’m one of them. The ghost she’s tried for years to escape. Thinking I wouldn’t be able to find her. But I never stopped trying, and now that I have, her past sins should be the least of her worries.

A symphony is made up of four parts.... That's us. Ivan, the pained ex-ballet dancer. Anton, the unpredictable artist. Erik, the damaged violinist. And me, Rose, their muse. The one. Together they cracked open my heart, they made me feel. Our love story isn't made up of fairy tales. It's dark, twisted, but, oh, so beautiful. And no one, not even the woman who tried to kill me, is going to destroy what we have. This is our final story, this is our symphony. Are you ready to listen?

My dream of becoming prima ballerina is dead. Dropped by the Royal Ballet, I return home to my empty house in Cornwall with nothing but ghosts, and memories of a past I am desperate to forget. It takes months of depression before I pull myself out of the bleakness and attempt to start living again. With a new job as an assistant to the wealthy but elusive Sachov family, I find myself caught up in a tangled web of desire, pain, and sexual awakening that will either destroy me entirely or bring me back to life. My name is Rose, and I am their muse.

When River orders a wife, he’s hoping she’ll cure his writer’s block. But when he meets his bride, he knows she’s more than a quick-fix - she’s his muse. Rose needs a quiet place to record her yoga videos and a lakeside cabin in the middle of nowhere is better than her LA apartment. Yes, it means she’s a mail-order bride, but Rose isn’t scared of a challenge. River is handsome and knows how to use his hands...so what if he’s a bit of a recluse? She’ll take a deep breath and take it one day at a time.

Forensic scientist Brody Whalen is NOPDs new kid on the block. He’s good at his job, having helped the FBI solve a few high-profile murders. A family inheritance brings him to the Big Easy and he’s looking forward to just working in the laboratory for a while. But he discovers something bone-chilling while investigating the death of a homeless man, something that ties multiple cases together.

On the trail of a suspected serial killer, FBI agent Brian McKenna finds himself back in Shiloh Springs with the Boudreau clan. All Harper Westbrook wants is to leave her boring job and follow her dream. That is until a charming stranger shakes up her whole world. With the body count growing, can Brian uncover the truth, or will the woman who fascinates him take the fall for the real killer?

Everyone is going to die. Soon. The whole of humanity sits on the precipice of total annihilation by plague. That’s some heavy shit right there. If 99 percent of the population dies, that leaves one percent grieving, scared, desperate, capable of anything, plunged into an apocalypse without laws, and no one to enforce them anyway, where there are no rules but one: might makes right.

Being Me is the second sensual adventure in New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones’s “totally swoon worthy” and “absolutely enthralling” (Under the Covers) Inside Out series. I arch into him, drinking in his passion, instantly, willingly consumed by all that he is and could...