Titres dans Suspense romantique

In one second, my life disappeared. My past. My memories. My future. The only certainty I have from the last three years is that my older brother is dead and that I am the only eyewitness. In order to protect the case, the lawyers demand no one give me any information about my life...I must remember on my own. My only help comes from my brother’s best friend and world-renowned investigative reporter Spencer Cross. He has no idea how many nights I’ve spent dreaming of his name—and his body—next to mine. Each day we spend together, I find it harder to want my old life back.

Le troisième et ultime tome de la saga phénomène Wattpad aux 3 millions de lecteurs débarque enfin dans vos oreilles ! Fall Davies, infirmière, maladroite et bonne poire, n'a jamais menti de toute sa vie. Sauf pour faire taire les interrogations incessantes de ses sœurs aux allures de pestes, et de sa mère exigeante. Mais cette fois, c'est le mensonge de trop : Fall fait croire qu'elle a un nouveau mec pour l'accompagner au mariage de sa sœur. L'ennui, c'est qu'il n'existe pas encore et qu'il lui reste un mois pour trouver l'homme idéal.

It was supposed to go like this: meet-cute at the dog park, have a hot and sexy hookup, and never see each other again. Things didn’t go quite like I was hoping. I met the fine Irishman in the park, but the rest of my plan was upended by an extremely inconvenient break-in. My record label isn’t thrilled that the lead singer of their biggest new band might have a crazed fan or angry ex out for revenge, so they hire a bodyguard to protect me. That sexy Irishman from the dog park? His name is Ronan Walsh, and he’s now my big, bossy bodyguard.

Luke Roberts came to the small, lazy town of Kilgore, Texas, with one thing on his mind: forgetting. He wanted to forget why he left. Forget those emerald green eyes that haunted his dreams. And forget how it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a woman who didn't like the fact that he had a child. It was something he'd been doing a damn fine job of doing, too. Until Reese smashed through every one of his defenses and made him feel again.

To-do list de l'été : 1 - me débarrasser de l'entité démoniaque qui s'est réfugiée dans mon corps. 2 - briser le ruban cosmique qui me lie à Stoker, ce prince cruel, mais ô combien magnétique, qui sculpte mon esprit pour le plier selon sa volonté. 3 - être oubliée et définitivement bannie d'Obadium. Ce serait plus simple si cette entité démoniaque que j'abrite n'était pas obnubilée par le prince, et si ce dernier n'était pas totalement obsédé par l'idée de nous traquer pour me tuer et lui voler ses pouvoirs.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

Jax woke up in a lab, his memories erased and his mind reprogrammed to serve a mad woman's will. After being liberated from his prison, he pledged himself to the only thing he truly knows - his team. Six men who lost everything. They must make certain no one else gets their hands on the drugs that stole their lives, all while hiding from every intelligence organization on the planet. The trail has led Jax to an unforgiving mountainside and a beautiful wilderness expert who may be his only hope of finding the truth.

A young American actress arrives in London hoping to learn her identity, just as Sherlock Holmes is closing in on a master criminal. Their worlds collide, and not even Holmes could have foreseen the impact!

I’m out for revenge. After careful planning, I gave the man who messed with my family a taste of his own medicine. I thought it’d end there. It didn’t. Landon King is a genius artist, a posh rich boy, and my worst nightmare. He’s decided that I’m the new addition to his chess game. Too bad for him, I’m no pawn.

Tales you win. Heads you lose. And the fighters of Tales never lose. The men my father ruled were his faithful soldiers sworn to protect the club, him, me. Until one day, his most loyal soldier, Beast, makes a decision that changes my story forever. But this is no fairy tale and I don't own a crown. This is real life. Bloody, violent, and filled with alpha men who use their fists to settle every dispute. And if the man who calls me Princess thinks he can break my heart and get away with it, he can think again.

Carter Pierce is a man who believes in signs. He just doesn't know what to do with this one. In the small town of Blue Moon Bend, where everybody is a matchmaker and a tie-dye wearing hippie, Carter wants to be left alone to tend the family farm. After returning from Afghanistan with scars, his only goal is recovery. He doesn't need distractions. Definitely not one with silver-blonde hair who just keep getting in his way.

Longing. I've wanted him most of my life. Since the day he saved me from drowning when I was a kid. But he's never noticed me, never given me a second thought. To him, I'm just a child. And now, he's ordered to marry me. He doesn't want me, not in his heart or in his bed. But everything is allowed in war and love, and I am ready to do whatever it takes—even lie to a man who doesn't remember his past.

Rose Malone is doing all right except that her daughter is struggling with PTSD, her lover is leaving her for the Appalachian Trail, and there’s a rumor that there’s a million bucks in the building she inherited which has inspired every money-hungry man in her weird little town to bring her cheap flowers and offer to search the place for her.

The Wolf is back…which means that Jessie’s worst nightmare has just come true. Determined not to let the monsters of her past ruin her future, Jessie refuses to live her life in fear. But both Jessie and the Ryan brothers have pasts that are about to threaten the happiness they have so desperately fought for. When long-buried secrets are finally revealed, the Ryan brothers’ loyalty to Jessie, and each other, will be tested to its very limits.

Finn O’Reilly is stern, powerful, and confident. He oversees his hotel and his syndicate with a commanding presence and leadership, knowing any weakness could be used against him. And he has none. Except Una Murphy. The woman he lost his heart to and still loves, even though she wants nothing to do with him.

Il est l'homme de ses rêves... au cœur de son cauchemar. Lev Cole devrait être comblé : il est capitaine de son équipe de football américain, quaterback adulé, celui que toutes les filles veulent séduire et l'homme à qui on prédit une carrière fulgurante. Pourtant, dans le secret de son cœur, là où personne ne peut les deviner, Lev dissimule deux rêves : devenir pilote, et pouvoir aimer Bailey. Il sait que ce ne sera jamais pour lui : il est enfermé dans une toile d'araignée géante faite de mensonges et de faux-semblants, tissée par sa famille brisée.

Santos “Saint” Cavallero had his life all figured out when he married his high school sweetheart, joined the Navy, and became a SEAL. After years of being deployed, Saint comes home for good, only to discover his wife has fallen for another man. Now divorced and a bodyguard for Four Kings Security, Saint loves his job and his found family. His dating life? A hot mess, until the spark of an unexpected attraction strikes him like lightning, leaving Saint confused. Why is he feeling hot and bothered over the ruggedly handsome Fire Chief?

Macon is the oldest. Thirty-one. Ex-Marine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. Army is twenty-eight. A single dad with the most beautiful green eyes. He has no idea who he is, if not a Jaeger brother. Iron will be in prison soon. You’d never think it to meet him. He’s a nice guy, actually. But he can’t stop reacting to everything. Dallas is the one I hate. Twenty-one, cruel, and selfish. He takes and then throws away whatever’s left. And Trace is mine. Or he was for about two seconds. No one can tame him for long. Not that I ever wanted to.

J'avais dix-sept ans quand j’ai arrêté de croire aux contes de fées. Le jour où Aurora a ruiné ma vie. Aujourd’hui, j’en ai dix-neuf, et après plus d’une année passée à me reconstruire, j’entre enfin à l’université. Comme le destin est joueur, c’est bien sûr la même que mon ex que je hais aussi fort que j’ai pu l’aimer. Puisque je n’arrête pas de la croiser dans les soirées de ma fraternité, autant me servir des stupides défis d’intégration pour la seule chose qui m’intéresse vraiment.

Lev Zarkov is a real-life monster. No, correction, he's actually the devil. Except, when I first meet him, he's simply the mysterious, handsome man traveling next to me on a first-class flight to New York. And after being dumped at the altar by my loser fiancé who vanished into thin air the morning of our wedding, when things get flirty between me and the mysterious stranger, I think, why not? Surely, I deserve one night to forget. I mean, where's the harm in a little indulgence, right?