Résultats pour "L J Shen" dans Romantisme

My innocence was ripped from me one fateful night under the starless sky. Resulting in an unwanted teenage pregnancy and a secret the Camorra must bury. My father decided to hand me off to the highest bidder. The lucky winner? Tiernan Callaghan, psychopath extraordinaire. The Irish mafia prince wants me for all the wrong reasons. Alliance. Money. Prestige. War. I am but a pawn in his twisted game. The man who sits on a throne of his enemies' skulls thinks I'm a weakling. Little does he know, in this chess game, the underdog wins. Because the thing about bad bishops? They protect good pawns.

Dylan Casablancas is a forbidden fruit, Undeniably delicious, but one bite just might kill you. She’s my best friend’s baby sister, a single mom, and a royal pain in the ass. When Little Miss Baggage moves downstairs to house-sit her brother’s Manhattan apartment, my potential business partner mistakes us as a couple. He wants a family guy. I want access to his billions.

They say your first kiss should be earned. Mine was stolen by a devil in a masquerade mask under the black Chicago sky. They say the vows you take on your wedding day are sacred. Mine were broken before we left church. They say your heart only beats for one man. Mine split and bled for two rivals who fought for it until the bitter end. I was promised to Angelo Bandini, the heir to one of the most powerful families in the Chicago Outfit. Then taken by Senator Wolfe Keaton, who held my father’s sins over his head to force me into marriage.

Conceited, unattainable, and downright delicious, renowned Michelin-starred chef Ambrose Casablancas has one passion in life: food. Women are a distraction, and he doesn’t do those. Especially Cal Litvin, his baby sister’s best friend. Her entire existence is a complication; she’s awkward, eccentric, infuriating… And, much to his chagrin, hotter than his kitchen. Ambrose has a lot on his plate: a new restaurant to open, a multi-million-dollar property deal to execute, and a violent stalker to tame. Then Cal shows up at his doorstep.

There’s a bullet with my name on it. And Achilles Ferrante is the man who’ll pull the trigger. I’d always known one of us would kill the other. I’d just hoped to do the honor. Twice I betrayed him. First, I broke his heart. Then, I sold him out to the Feds. Even if I hadn’t, I doubt he could spell mercy, much less spare me any. The Camorra prince promised he’d make a spectacle of my death when he caught me. Let him try. He could chase me until the end of Earth. I will always run faster.

The monster from my nightmares crawled into reality, masquerading as my boss. Tatum Blackthorn is Lucifer personified. When he discovers my weakness, he makes me an offer I cannot refuse, and I become his wife. I always knew he was depraved, but as his twisted vendetta unfurls, so does my darkest secret. Now we're both the targets of very nefarious people… They're about to find out no one matches my husband's wrath.

I didn't mean to star in a sex tape, okay? It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds. It just happened. Now, my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston's nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan. The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family's oil company. Little does she know, that's not the only pipe I'll be laying....

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I’d had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to me...now my heart was completely iced. I took her first kiss. She took the only thing I loved. I was poor. She was rich. The good thing about circumstances? They can change. Fast. Now, I’m her parents’ latest shiny project. Her housemate. Her tormentor. The captain of the rival football team she hates so much. Yeah, baby girl, say it. I’m your foster brother. There’s a price to pay for ruining the only good thing in my life. She’s about to shell out some serious tears.

Adam Mackay. Local legend. My brother’s best friend. The world biggest movie star...and my major, epic, unrequited crush. He needs a cat-sitter in sunny L.A., and I need a place to live after a bad breakup. Perfect, right? Sure, if you possess any type of self-control. Spoiler alert: I have none. This arrangement has trouble written all over it, but warning signs are meant to be ignored. Kind of like clicking on the "I have read and agreed" no one actually reads before clicking. Problem is, I never did agree to fall so quickly back into love.

Cruel. Coldblooded. Hades in a Brioni suit. Cillian Fitzpatrick has been dubbed every wicked thing on planet earth. To the media, he is The Villain. To me, he is the man who (reluctantly) saved my life. Now I need him to do me another small solid. Bail me out of the mess my husband got me into. What’s a hundred grand to one of the wealthiest men in America, anyway? Only Cillian doesn’t hand out free favors. The price for the money, it turns out, is my freedom.

Sexy, indomptable, torturé... Sera-t-il sa perte, ou sa seule chance ? Elle : reine de lycée déchue, rescapée d'un incendie, déteste son reflet dans le miroir, West et la vie en général. Lui : bad boy le plus populaire du campus, addict aux combats clandestins, écrase tous les cœurs sur son passage. Depuis que West St. Claire, le mec le plus populaire du campus, a été embauché pour travailler avec elle dans ce minuscule food-truck, Grace a de plus en plus de mal à garder son sang-froid.

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love. He’s fueled by revenge. To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage. His rival’s betrothed. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to marry. He thinks I’ll accept my fate. Well, I plan to rewrite it. And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die. But Romeo? He perishes.

Je n'ai pas l'habitude de piéger les femmes amnésiques dans le mariage. Mais je suppose qu'il y a une première fois pour tout. Elle est ici. Dans ma maison. À ma merci. J'épouse un monstre magnifique. Un escroc. Le célibataire le plus riche d'Amérique.

Bane. Un homme dangereux, impétueux, sans limites. Tout le monde le sait, même Jesse qui, depuis qu'elle s'est fait violemment agresser, s'est complètement coupée du reste du monde. Alors, le jour où elle le croise en sortant de chez son médecin, elle est immédiatement sur ses gardes. Car, elle en est persuadée, cette rencontre n'est pas un hasard. Bane la cherchait. Mais qu'est-ce qu'un homme comme lui, capable d'avoir le monde à ses pieds, peut bien vouloir d'une femme brisée comme elle ?

It should have been easy. I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from snorting himself to death. I was cherry-picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent. The worst part is that I should have known better. Alex Winslow. British rock star. Serial heartbreaker. Casanova with whiskey eyes. “Don’t get near the devil in a leather jacket. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.” Guess what? I didn’t listen. I signed the contract. World tour. Three months. Four Continents. 100 shows. My name is Indigo Bellamy, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god.

I don’t usually trap women with amnesia into marriage. But I guess there’s a first time for everything. When the woman of my dreams falls into my lap, I can’t help but wonder what else she can do in that position. She’s here. In my house. At my mercy. And she thinks we’ve been lovers the entire decade we spent apart. Briar and I have always been unfinished business. Now it’s time to seal the deal.

Luna Rexroth is everyone’s favorite wallflower. Underneath the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves (yet pities) is a girl who knows exactly what, and who, she wants - namely, the boy from the tree house who taught her how to curse in sign language. Who taught her how to laugh. To live. To love. Knight Cole is everyone’s favorite football hero. This daredevil hell-raiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but he only has eyes for the girl across the street: Luna. But Luna is not who she used to be. She doesn’t need his protection anymore.

Ne jamais pactiser avec son ex, surtout s'il est sexy et sans scrupule. Chase Black. Statut : héritier le plus sexy de Manhattan, bientôt à la tête de l'empire familial. Taux de satisfaction de ses conquêtes au lit : 200 %. Durée moyenne des relations : un soir. Profil : salaud de classe internationale. C'est du moins l'avis de Maddie, qui a sincèrement cru trouver l'amour lorsqu'ils sont sortis ensemble pendant plusieurs semaines... avant que Chase ne lui brise le cœur. Alors, quand elle le découvre devant sa porte six mois plus tard, elle est légèrement surprise.

The task was simple. Sneak into Potomac's most heavily guarded manor. Steal back my pendant. Slip out. Problem number one? America’s most unattainable bachelor caught me. Problem number two? He decided to keep me. As the help. Zachary Sun’s winter may be the coldest I’ve ever felt, but he makes my skin burn. Reserved, calculated, and savagely cruel, he thrives on the weaknesses of others. Little does he know, he just met his match. He may be American royalty. But this peasant will rise to become queen.

They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They're right. No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking. He is my forbidden, shiny apple. The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth. He is also my sister's ex-boyfriend. One thing you should know before you judge me: I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first. Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance. Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. Hopefully, he isn't too late.