検索キーワード： ナレーター "Heather Firth" すべてのカテゴリー

Painfully insecure and media-shy heiress Pia is duty-bound to marry well. And illegitimate Angelo is completely unsuitable husband material. Yet this irresistible Spanish tech titan seduces Pia with a night of bliss…that leaves her pregnant! Pia can’t afford a scandal, but Angelo wants to publicly claim his heir. Now to control the headlines, Pia must step into the spotlight—with the wedding of the century!

Dominique Price. Good looking. Arrogant. Football-God and my brother's best friend. He hates me. He wants me. He can never have me. Everything comes so easy for him. I refuse to be just another game for him to win.

Carter Morelli had a plan when he left London: deliver the wildlife photographer and complete his secret mission. Except a lethal enemy has watched their every move. They tampered with the plane, leaving them stranded on a deserted island. And they kidnapped June Porter, the innocent photographer. In order to save her, Carter must confront the mysterious man in the jungle. Who is he? Savior or betrayer? He has no choice but to face the greatest enemy of all: the powerful feelings that draw him toward both June and the man in the jungle. Those feelings might kill them all.

A marriage of convenience is one thing… but falling for your fake wife is all kinds of complicated. Being married for a year is the only way to claim my inheritance. I couldn't care less about the money. It's not like I even knew my grandparents. I wasn't even considering it until Monroe volunteered. Sweet, sweet, Monroe. I've never let myself consider her as an option for me. She's been tucked safely away in a box labeled forbidden. That is until she takes my last name.

They're brilliant surgeons with stethoscopes and six-pack abs, but beneath those arrogant smirks, these men are hiding hearts encased in ice. Haunted by past tragedies, they've sworn off love, convinced they're better off alone. Get ready for sparks to fly as witty banter leads to smoldering chemistry, and these guarded surgeons find themselves falling for the women who dare to mend their broken hearts.

It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least, that's what I thought. Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn't the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he's anything but.

I thought this was the best way to save them. The four men that keep me grounded, rooted to the core of my history, my legacy, and I'll save them no matter the cost. Truths uncovered lead to more secrets, more lies, more pain, and the tangled web of Echoes Cove has me trapped tighter in its bindings. The monsters of this world have no idea how far I'm willing to go. How hard I'm willing to fight.

Women throw themselves at me, hoping I'll take them home that night. Whispers from the NHL say I'm the one to watch. And the weight of each game is on my shoulders because if our opposing team scores… that's on me. All the things that keep me up at night are probably someone else's dreams. From the moment I saw Ryann Denver in my Business 101 class, I was intrigued and determined to get to know her. Unlike most girls at Brooks, she hates athletes. When I introduced myself to her, she made it perfectly clear that she was not interested.

I've been told all my life that love is a weakness in our world. That couldn't be further from the truth, but that's only half of what I need to finish the job. Power—it's the only thing some people understand besides money. I'm not worried; power is one thing I'm not lacking in this fight. That's what comes with being the sole heir to two criminal empires and making friends in all the right places. Now that all the pieces are set, it's finally time to shake things up in this criminal world and bring an end to the era of the Five Families.

I knew him only as Van Gogh. A tortured artist who owned the night as he moved through the shadows, cloaked in hate and madness. He was a vicious vigilante—a serial arsonist who thrived on the fear he triggered with a single match between his tattooed knuckles. We were told to lock our doors and stay inside. I wanted to. I really did. But then I saw his eyes, burning like embers as he watched me through the smoke. And like the flames at his feet, I delighted in his attention. I became his muse. His passion. His obsession. His perfectly flawed flower. But that was years ago.