検索キーワード： 制作 "--Tyson Hanks" ロマンチックサスペンス

When I finally get a life-saving kidney transplant, I think the worst is behind me. Boy, am I wrong. I start feeling eyes on me wherever I go. I'm being watched. Stalked. Hunted. It's downright scary. Then, the hunter steps out of the shadows, and my life implodes. I'm taken by Renzo Torrisi, a dangerous and unforgiving man.

As a child, Maarja Daire saw her mother ignite an explosion that killed vengeful mob boss Benoit Arundel—and herself—to save Maarja’s life. Maarja’s been on the run ever since…fleeing from intimacy, from love, from consequences. Now an adult, Maarja hides in plain sight as a fine arts mover, transporting priceless belongings. Work for a new client brings her to the mansion where the fateful blast from her childhood occurred. There she meets Dante, the ruthless, scarred and brooding Arundel family boss. He watches her with dark intent…but does he remember her?

A stage play turns into high drama when the leading man's mutilated body takes center stage—and the remorseful note pinned to his chest is Malcolm and Seong-Jae's only clue to finding the killer. What should be a simple case is complicated by secrets and lies; as more and more of Seong-Jae's past surfaces, every deflection and careful half-truth builds the walls between partners-turned-lovers higher still. When Malcolm and Seong-Jae can no longer see eye to eye . . . will the closing act of their story turn into a tragedy?

I'm a monster. I kidnapped the wrong girl, and under excruciating circumstances, we fell in love. I took every beating and form of torture meant for her. For months I protected Everleigh, only to lose her when we finally escaped. It's been years, and the ghost of Everleigh Adams still haunts me. The nightmare of losing the only woman I'll ever love has driven me to insanity. Then I start to see her everywhere. Her ghost has left my nightmares to taunt me in my waking life. Turns out Everleigh never died, and she's kept a secret from me.

My hobbies consist of shopping, eating, and sleeping. Yeah, I know, it doesn't sound like I have much going for me, but what is a girl to do when she has an overbearing father who doesn't allow her to be anything but a socialite? I'm used to being in the spotlight, but when my father starts getting threats on my life, he hires a bodyguard: Maxim Levin, the Russian God with intense eyes and a face carved from stone. I don't think the man has ever cracked a smile. He's domineering, broody, and scary as hell. The more time I spend with him, the more his secrets come to light.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

I wanted to be a painter, but that's just a dream. A mafia princess doesn't get to choose her future. Still, I never let it get me down. I always try to make the best of everything. Until I'm forced to go for brutal training, and I meet Nikolai Vetrov. Forbidden and way too attractive, the man turns out to be my worst nightmare incarnated. He's cold and ruthless, and I'm pretty sure there's no heart to be found in his chest, unlike mine that won't stop beating overtime at the mere sight of him.

In therapy, they tell you to use your senses. List the things you know: Sermons recited with malice. A blood-soaked ritual. The sting of tears and gasping sobs of the dying. Rotting flesh. I grew up in a cage, tortured by the Lord Almighty's most twisted servant. Death and despair became my close companions as I watched years of slaughter at Pastor Michaels’ hand. Eighteen girls. Dead. Eighteen lives. Ended. Eighteen futures. Stolen.

Every time a guy breaks my heart, I write him a eulogy in my journal. It’s kind of my thing—closure through creative mourning. They don't actually die... or, at least, they didn't. Now? These guys aren’t just dead to me, they’re dead to everyone. And I’m the prime suspect. With my senior year at Pembroke College—and my entire future—on the line, I’ve got no choice but to play detective. Unfortunately, that means teaming up with my long-standing frenemy, Asher, who is insufferable and somehow always there when I need him the least.

Evan Bryant wasn't your typical hero. But he was mine. Broken by the worlds’ standards, he was still the strongest boy I would ever know. My best friend. The boy I’d given everything to. My heart, my body, and the promise of forever. The day I’d needed him most, he walked away. He left me shattered and questioning the love I’d thought we’d shared. Three years later, I wasn’t prepared for him to return to Gingham Lakes.

Dr. Kale Bryant is gorgeous, compelling, and married to his job. The only thing he has time for are one-night stands and short-lived flings. Until the first time he sees Harley Hope Masterson sitting across the room. He wants her in a way he hasn’t wanted anyone.

Fourteen years ago, he allowed tragedy to rip us apart. Now, he's back, trying to make a space for himself in my life. A single brush of his hand, and I feel my walls crumbling. One kiss, and I'm losing all control. The fire between us is only burning hotter. I can feel our pasts running to catch up to us. Will it destroy or us, or will we find our second chance . . .

After screwing up a recent hit, I’m broke, blacklisted, and no closer to finding my missing sister. I need a distraction. Five days in Alaska isn’t my idea of a retreat. I hate winter, but I hate Catarina Novak more. If I make her as miserable as possible, maybe I can forget how miserable I am. Frustrating Cat is my favorite pastime, but what happens when I discover something I enjoy more?

L'amour peut-il naître dans les endroits les plus sombres ? Je m'appelle Vanessa, et ma vie a basculé en un instant. Une chambre d'hôtel de Séoul, un meurtre auquel je n'aurais jamais dû assister et un homme que je n'aurais jamais dû croiser. Sung-Min est un tueur impitoyable, forgé par la vengeance et la douleur. Il aurait dû me tuer, mais au lieu de cela, il m'a enlevée. Pourquoi ? Prisonnière de son monde brutal où la loyauté est une arme et la faiblesse une condamnation à mort, je vais devoir apprendre à survivre.

Joelle Randall has traveled to the small town of Lovell in the Canadian Rockies with one goal: to confront the pain of her past. Twelve years ago, her parents died in a plane crash near Lovell and Joelle is determined to find the site of the accident, but she will need someone familiar with the area to guide her through the wilderness.

He's a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer's smile and a predator's gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn't ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forged in blood, meant to stop a war. But there's nothing peaceful about my new husband. He's ruthless chaos incarnate—a Machiavellian psychopath with a thirst for violence. He craves control, but I was born to defy. His darkness terrifies me even as it calls to mine. His touch consumes me even as it burns me alive.

It ends where it begins. Four couples. Six books. One saga. Tristan and Morana. Dante and Amara. Alpha and Zephyr. Shadow Man and Lyla. The world is darker. The game more dangerous. The stakes much more deadly. A new era is born.

My world is small and predictable—that's how I've designed it. It doesn't extend beyond my tiny studio apartment, the local bagel shop, and the bookstore I manage. So, when a mysterious man crashes into the shop late one night while I'm doing inventory, I should be terrified. But I've never reacted normally to danger. And this man is as dangerous as they come… at least, for my heart.

Quamir "Soul" Kelly comes through like a thief in the night, wiping out those who cause friction in the organization. His profession stems from the mistreatment as a child, and now, he's the one soulless person you don't want to encounter. He is thorough and accurate each and every time, even when it comes to things that are unexpected.

I fled the Colombo Family as a widow. But I'm coming back as their Queen. I'm done running. And I'm done having Nik Kusek sacrifice everything for my sake. She's protected me, killed for me, even turned against her own people… Now, it's my turn to step up. I'm ready to claim what belongs to me: the casino, the Family, and the truth about who really killed the old Don. The problem? Everyone wants me dead. The Colombos think I'm a traitor. My husband's killer is still out there, gunning for me. And the Novak Consortium wants me out of the way to pull their deadly operative back into line.