検索キーワード： 著者 "Rachel van Dyken" すべてのカテゴリー

Trust. Loyalty. Family. The tangled web of mafia life. We grew up together. Me, Eden, my brother Tristian. He was always the safe bet, the sure thing, the good guy. And me? Well, I was the Casanova, the killer who flirted with anyone and anything, breaking Eden’s heart again and again. We both loved her. Mind. Body. Soul. Until I gifted her to my brother as if she meant nothing, when she meant everything to me. Tristian was safer. Better. Could give her the life I never would be able to. But things changed. We changed.

Losing your ability to speak at the age of 17; it's not normal or fair. But trauma has a way of throwing normality out the window. Dani lives anything but a normal life: her sister is married to one of the biggest names in Hollywood, her best friends are rock stars, and she has more love around her than most people experience in a lifetime. But that doesn't change the fact their parents are dead, or that it's her fault. It seems her new normal is being a mute, living on the inside, unable to actually communicate on the outside.

Ils disaient que les Dieux n'étaient qu'un mythe. Que les Géants n'étaient que des histoires racontées autour de feux mourants. Ils mentaient. Les Dieux ne sont pas morts ils dorment seulement, enfermés dans des corps mortels, disséminés à travers le monde, attendant l'étincelle qui les...

Regra número um da Wingmen: nunca se apaixone por um cliente. Depois de um acidente que pôs fim à sua carreira, o ex-recruta da NFL Ian Hunter está de volta ao campus – e está pronto para começar seu novo jogo. Como uma das cabeças pensantes por trás da Wingmen, Inc, um bem-sucedido e discreto serviço de relacionamentos, ele coloca seus vastos conhecimentos sobre as mulheres a serviço dos solitários em busca de alguém. Mas quando Blake Olson solicita os serviços da Wingmen, Inc, Ian pode ter encontrado sua cliente com menos esperança de sucesso.

Careful little eyes what you see. Careful little ears what you hear. Careful... His breath hit my neck, lips brushing skin. "Little mouth what you say. Then again, yours has been doing a lot lately, hasn't it?" All it took was one phrase—"Wanna play a game?"—and I was already losing. To the enemy. To a Tinder date gone violently wrong. To the Syndicate's most dangerous heir. It was supposed to be my last middle finger to the establishment before they sacrificed me on the family altar of arranged marriage. So I took control. I made the rules. I chose the husband. Louis De Lange.

Charlie never expected the fine print to include stolen kisses, snowbound nights, and a Clause that could melt the North Pole. This Christmas, get ready to feel naughty and nice... Disclaimer: This agreement requires Charlie Lyn Horseman to deliver in-person services for one holly-jolly night. The specifics shall be determined by Charlie and Stetson, fueled by mistletoe, mischief, and mutual pleasure.

The Five Families thought the war was over. They have no idea, I'm the very beginning. I kidnapped her to prove a point—at knife point, it seemed sharper that way. See what I did there? I used the perfect virginal daughter from one of the most powerful Families in the Cosa Nostra to fix the broken pieces, knowing that in the process—I'd spread hers for the world to see. I would embarrass her, shame her, use her, but I would never touch her…my one and only vow to her father in exchange for his allegiance.

The day I buried my boyfriend, the Families replaced him with the man who rejected me four years ago—Ace "Matchstick" De Lange. Cold. Calculated. Deadly. He has the bedside manner of a serial killer and the looks of a fallen angel. And now, he's my shadow, ensuring I don't end up in the grave beside the man who died for me. I despise that I'm the one left behind. I loathe how Ace provokes me, pulling me from the abyss of my sorrow. But most of all, I hate that the only piece I have left of my dead boyfriend is something others would kill to possess.

Some people scrapbook. I screenshot my exes' texts. What started as me venting my dating disasters online (creative outlet, don't judge) has turned into a blog with actual followers—and the only thing keeping me in my dirt-cheap apartment. My grandmother-slash-landlord insists I "prove my...

Los dioses no están muertos; tan solo están dormidos, encerrados en cuerpos mortales, desperdigados por el mundo y esperando a que la chispa adecuada los despierte. Y mi padre es el más despiadado de todos. Me crio para obedecer. Para sangrar. Para ser su espada cuando llegue el momento. Y ahora me ha enviado a la Universidad de Endir, un lugar lleno de linajes antiguos y secretos letales, para recuperar el Mjölnir, el martillo de las leyendas. Si fracaso, todas las personas que quiero morirán.

It’s not every day you're slapped on stage by two different women you've been dating for the last year. What sort of ballsy woman gets on stage and slaps a rockstar? Does nobody have self-control anymore? It may have been the talk of the Grammys. I was 33, hardly ready to settle down. Except now it's getting forced on me. Seaside, Oregon. My bandmates were more than happy to settle down, dig their roots into the sand, and start popping out kids. Meanwhile I was still enjoying life. Until now. I'm teaching freaking guitar lessons at the local studio for the next two months.

Die schöne Austin ist außer sich: Thatch, der Mann, den sie liebt, hat eine andere Frau geküsst und dann ohne eine weitere Erklärung mit ihr Schluss gemacht. Nach Tränen, viel zu vielen Süßigkeiten und einem Serien-Marathon will Austin vor allem eins: Rache! Mit beträchtlicher krimineller Energie und viel Fantasie macht sie fortan Thatch das Leben zur Hölle. Und Thatch? Der attraktive Schönheitschirurg weiß, dass er ihre Liebe zerstört hat. Um Austin zu schützen, hat er die Notbremse gezogen, aber das darf sie niemals erfahren. Tatsache ist: Er ist nicht über sie hinweg.

Three kids under the age of six, and she left because she missed it. Because her dream had never been to have a family, no her dream had been to marry a rockstar and live the high life. Moving my recording studio to Seaside Oregon seems like the best idea in the world right now. I need a sitter and fast. Someone who won't flip me off when I ask them to sign an Iron Clad NDA, someone who won't sell our pictures to the press, and most of all? Someone who looks absolutely nothing like my ex-wife.

Lucas hat eine Riesendummheit gemacht. Einmal. Seitdem ist sein Ruf ruiniert und er lebt ein Leben als Playboy. Seine Regeln sind ganz einfach: Jeden Tag der Woche hat er eine andere im Bett, er macht keine Versprechungen und keine Ausnahmen. Doch dann taucht Avery wieder in seinem Leben auf. Oder besser gesagt: in seiner Firma. Eine Situation mit einem gewissen... Potenzial: Denn so sexy und frech wie Avery ist, passt sie bestens in Lucas' Beuteschema. Avery wiederum findet Lucas zwar ziemlich heiß, kann es ihm aber nicht verzeihen, dass er einst ihre Schwester betrogen hat.

Every family has rules, the mafia just has more. Do not speak to the bosses unless spoken to. Do not make eye contact unless you want to die. And above all else, do not fall in love. Renee Cassani's future is set. Her betrothal is set. Her life, after nannying for the five families for the summer, is set. Somebody should have told Vic Colezan that. He's a man who doesn't take no for an answer. And he only wants one thing. Her. Somebody should have told Renee that her bodyguard needed as much discipline as the kids she was nannying. Good thing Vic has a firm hand.

You know the universe is trying to tell you something when you get struck by lightning but only after getting hit on by the elderly, almost getting run over by a semi, and running into the one who got away. I tried to move on, tried to get married, had that same wedding crashed by my now best friend who says the only way for me to stop pissing off the universe is to gain closure with the one woman I can't forget. So, I do it. I embark on a journey down memory lane that not only lands me in prison but on the receiving end of a fist fight in front of the entire town.

When I met Kiersten, time stood still. It was as if every cell in my body screamed her. I couldn't look away, I couldn't walk away, I couldn't even move. My other half, my soul mate, was staring right at me. I had to have her. I had to make her mine. But I felt selfish doing that - knowing that I may not have endless amounts of time to give her... and even now that every things' over with and I've been given that time back. Nothing is ever certain in this life. Which is why I'm about to do something crazy, impulsive, daring.

I breathed in and out for a few seconds as I waited at the end of the aisle. It felt like I was standing overlooking the edge of a cliff, and the minute I saw my future wife, I was going to freefall. The music started. Shit, I was seriously going to pass out. People stood; Demetri nodded his head and patted me on the back. And then I saw her. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Memories of meeting her that first day of school had me grinning from ear to ear.

All is lost. All. I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. My thoughts are filled with hatred and dripping with rage. I've lost my soul. She took it to the depths of hell with her and haunts me with images of what could have been. Sixty lives are mine to take. Sixty lives stand in the way of my vengeance. Sixty lives, plus one more. Mine. When the last drop of blood falls - mine will be spilled.

A twist on Cinderella from a New York Times bestselling author. Jane isn't entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn't she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running...