検索キーワード： 著者 "A. Zavarelli" すべてのカテゴリー

Er ist dunkel und geheimnisvoll. Leise und tödlich. Ein irischer Gangster. Pure Sünde in einer wunderschönen Verpackung. Aber irgendetwas an ihm stimmt nicht. Er spürt nichts. Er zeigt keine Emotionen. Manchmal stelle ich seine Menschlichkeit in Frage. Er hat seit zwei Jahren nicht mehr mit mir gesprochen. Kein einziges Wort. Aber wir teilen ein Geheimnis, er und ich. Und wenn es jemals herauskommt, habe ich keinen Zweifel, was passieren wird … Er wird kein Problem damit haben, auch mich zu töten.

From the shadows, I’ve tracked her every move. I was just supposed to watch her. But now, I can’t stop. She’s my obsession. My addiction. My poison. Watching her isn’t enough. The savage in me won’t be satisfied until I take her and make her mine. One taste and I’m hooked. Too bad for her...I’m never letting her go.

Er ist ein Mörder. Ein Mafioso. Der letzte Mann auf Erden, mit dem ich jemals zusammen sein möchte. Ich werde meinen Kopf nicht verlieren, nur weil er heiß und irisch ist und einen Wahnsinnsakzent hat. Die wenigen Spuren zum Verschwinden meiner besten Freundin führen zu ihm, und ich traue ihm nicht...Es sollte nur vorübergehend sein, aber jetzt denkt Lachlan, dass ich ihm gehöre. Er sagt, er lässt mich nicht gehen. Und ich glaube ihm.

When I stumbled into a Mafia-run club seeking a job, I was looking for protection. Little did I know I’d need protection from him. Conor O’Callahan was exactly the kind of danger I was trying to avoid. He was gorgeous as sin with an accent hotter than Hades, but that’s where the charm ended. He was also cynical, cold, and downright cranky. You could imagine my surprise when he gave me a proposition: marry him or lose my life.

Gypsy - Lucian West isn’t husband material. He's a stiff in a suit. Granted a hot one, but still. He’s one of the most hated men in America. An arrogant asshole. A ruthless attorney. He gets what he wants in the courtroom, and outside of it. Now, he wants me. For reasons I can’t fathom, he’s determined to make me his wife. He makes it clear he’s not above blackmailing me to put a ring on my finger. The man might be richer than sin with devilish good looks, but hell will freeze over before I ever give my heart to him.

Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales. But then he took me. And he taught me that life isn't a fairytale. He is scarred. Broken. A dark and wild thing. His beauty is violent and his words are cruel. His heart is a shadowed landscape where nothing can grow. He tells me he could never care for me, and he proves it every day.

Someone once told me that happiness is fleeting. I can see now that he was right. I'm trapped in a black hole of darkness I can't seem to crawl out of. My twin and my lover want each other dead and I'm pregnant with a baby I don't know how to protect. Ryland says he will do anything to get me back, but how do you trust the man who almost killed you? When every option before you comes at a cost, how do you choose the right path? People say that history has a way of repeating itself.

He says he owns me. And it's true. I've signed over complete control of my body and life for six months to a man I don't know. Five years he's been planning this. They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But my blackmailer serves it up white hot. He's addicted to my innocence, and I'm addicted to him. He likes to hurt me. I love to let him. He brings me to life. He sets me free. He makes my heart feel things it shouldn't. But he also scares me.

When going to war, there are three very simple rules one must abide by: know thy enemy, be prepared to sacrifice, and always wear good shoes. After all, revenge is a dish best served in stilettos. I've got an eye for it, and nothing's going to stand in my way. Not even Rory "The Saint" Brodrick.

I have always been a bird. Caged by one prison or another when the only thing I ever wanted was to fly away. Sold. Beaten. Starved. Drugged. Nothing scares me anymore. Until him. He makes the numbness go away. He is hazardous to me. It has nothing to do with his mafia lifestyle, and everything to do with what he offers. A gilded prison. A retreat from everything that I once knew. The reality I have no desire to return to. He thinks he's caged me, but soon I'm going to fly.

He's dark and mysterious. Quiet and lethal. An Irish mobster. Pure sin wrapped up in a beautiful package. But there's also something off about him. He doesn't feel anything. He shows no emotions. Sometimes, I question his humanity. He hasn't spoken to me in two years. Not a single word. But we share a secret, he and I. And if it ever comes out, I have no doubt in my mind.... He won't have a problem killing me, too.

An Irish mobster. A missing friend. Two loyalties, ripping me apart. I had a plan. Get in, get my information, and get out. Easy, right? Turns out, infiltrating the Irish mafia isn't exactly what I thought it would be. I just wanted a soldier. Someone I could flirt with to get me in the door. That's when Lachlan Crow noticed me. Problem was, he wasn't a soldier. No, he was next in line for the throne of the Irish underworld. And he was determined to hate me from the outset.

I’m a good girl. I live by a code that can’t be bent or broken. It is my duty to my family to stay innocent and pure. To marry an Italian man. The stars are already aligned. But Nikolai Kozlov re-writes my destiny with five simple words. You belong to me now. He's Russian mafiya. A thief. A skilled liar with no moral boundaries. He is everything I have been taught to hate. A man who stands for nothing. A man who takes what he wants without a second thought. And what he wanted was me.

There’s a thin line between hate and tolerance, and it seems to sit squarely between us. Lola Bell could easily bring an army of men to their knees, as long as she never opened her mouth. She’s soft in too many ways. A people-pleaser who goes the extra mile. Some might call her an easy target. In short, she has all of the qualities that I despise. But when it comes to me, she doesn’t hesitate to fling her poison arrows my way. She has every right to her feelings. Over the years, I’ve given her plenty of ammo. Yeah, I hate Lola. But it doesn’t stop me from wanting her too. When she makes me a proposition I can’t refuse, there’s just one problem.

Ein alter Fluch. Zwei daran gebundene Familien. Eine verbotene Liebe. Als mir die Wildbloods in der Nacht des Zehents ihre Töchter präsentierten, wussten sie, was auf das auserwählte Mädchen zukommen würde. Die Mondsichel, die Willow kennzeichnete, machte sie zu meiner. Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als sie zu nehmen. Das Schicksal legte unsere Bestimmungen schon lange vor unserer Geburt fest, indem es uns unsere Rollen zuwies. Eine Opfergabe würde erbracht werden. Der Zehent bezahlt werden. Erst dann würden unsere Familien frei sein, zumindest bis der nächste Zehent fällig wurde.

A cruel fate. Two souls condemned. An impossible love. I knew he’d choose me before he came to our door on the night of the Tithing. I bore the mark that would make me his. It was my ancestor who spoke the words that bound us together, and his demon-god who promised protection for the price of blood. My blood. I was prepared to be that sacrifice if it would keep my family safe. Loving Azrael? The thought never crossed my mind. He was and would forever be my enemy.

When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A sacrifice would be made. A tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due.

An ancient curse. Two families bound. A forbidden love. When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A Sacrifice would be made. A Tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due. I would have done my duty as Penitent. I tried.

Dieses Buch enthält Die Regeln des Königs, Die Herausforderung des Königs und Die Regeln seiner Königin. Es erzählt die komplette Geschichte von Mercedes De La Rosa und Judge Montgomery.

Bevor die Welt mich als Rockgott kannte, war ich nur der wütende Junge, der ihr Herz gestohlen hatte. Sie war ein gutes Mädchen. Die verbotene Frucht, die ich nicht probieren sollte. Unsere Sterne hatten sich gekreuzt, und das Schicksal hatte uns von Anfang an zum Scheitern verurteilt. Sie war einem anderen versprochen.Ihr heimliches Lächeln war für mich. Wirr stahlen Momente in dunklen Ecken.Aber ich konnte ihre Zukunft nicht haben. Das Schicksal riss uns auseinander, und alles, was blieb, war der Geist ihrer Erinnerung.