Résultats pour "Love, Hate" dans Suspense romantique

Adrian Savage: I'm obsessed with popstar Laila Fitzgerald, the opener on my band’s world tour. I tried to stay away when my bandmate said he was crushing on her. But in trying to do the right thing by my best friend, I've done the wrong thing by myself. I've pushed Laila away so hard, she hates my guts. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m her sworn enemy by now. The kicker? For a sick f*ck like me, that only makes me want her even more.

I've always heard there's a fine line between love and hate. No one told me that line could destroy me. Noah Fontaine. King of the school. My living nightmare. The object of my fantasies. My new stepbrother. I did whatever it took to survive him. Every day he took more of me. I just didn't expect him to take my heart. Because of the boy I once hated, I'd never be the same girl again.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

We were always told as children that monsters are the things that go bump in the night, but they were wrong. Monsters are often the ones that warm your bed, poison dripping from their teeth and claws, embedding in your skin. I hunt them. I end them. Without hesitation. But…then I hesitated. I stumbled straight into the monster’s den, the biggest and baddest of them all. The king of New York. Roman Antonov. I fell in love with him, and his demons. And I hate him for it.

In Fiasco, Kentucky, there is one rule: never fall for a Foxx brother. Any woman who did, ended up dead. It wasn’t just a rumor. It was my reality. I buried my wife along with too many secrets surrounding the night she died. Now, I’m a single dad with two priorities above everything else: raising my two girls and making great bourbon. But when Faye Calloway returns after I ran her out of my small town—looking like a fantasy on stage and nothing like the cop she was trained to be—I know for a fact that she’s hiding more secrets than the one she blackmailed me to keep.

He says he has the power to destroy my company. I say with a husband like him, who needs enemies. But I can survive this six month calamity. All I have to do is keep hating him....

Emersyn Sharpe doesn’t belong in our world. In fact, the very last place she should be is with us. But someone is hurting her. We’ve all seen it. We tried to ignore the warning signs. We tried to trust the people around her. We tried to believe in her world. Too late. When she nearly died in front of us, we had to act. We took her. She doesn’t belong in our world, but I’ll be damned if someone lays a finger on her under my watch. I’ll kill them first.

There are rules to being Abigail Crowne's bodyguard, rules to watching the infamous billion-dollar heiress, otherwise known as the Reject Princess. Never forget your place, always put the Crowne name above all else, and never, ever hurt the Reject. Especially don't torment the Reject. Even if she is a spoiled brat. So when an opportunity presents itself to punish her, you definitely shouldn't take it. Then again, Abigail loves to be tortured, and I've waited patiently for revenge. I'll keep her safe...with cruel protection.

Her harsh brand of rehab hides a bitter secret. Nancy is hurled into the world of celebrity when she finds herself performing a shoot for handsome but odious millionaire, Vince, as they walk from one of his nightclubs. The seduction of this other world sours after Nancy overhears Vince make a dirty bet with his PA on the length of her fifteen minutes of fame. Soon after, Nancy’s life is propelled into a nightmare where her alter ego is born. Vince’s playboy lifestyle is about to be turned upside down.

Reflexión, ternura, perdón, reproche, despedida y ruptura: seis cartas que atraviesan una historia de amor. »...Te recordaré saltando de balcón en balcón el día que olvidaste las llaves, me recordaré durante aquel baile contigo con el vestido azul que te gustaba, nos recordaré rotos en llanto en el entierro de tu mad re. Y quiero llenar el resto de años que nos quedan de recuerdos, quiero que creemos ahora la vida que luego será pasado, en lugar de que una laguna plácida y quieta se extienda de aquí allá.

A talented pilot. A determined reporter. A crash of wills and a spark of flame. Saving the lives of all the passengers on that plane was just doing my job. I don’t need or want to be thrust into the limelight as some hero. Yet, when tenacious reporter Penny Green starts hounding me for the story, instead of finding it annoying, our verbal sparring feels more like foreplay. My offer to help her isn’t completely selfless - it’s a chance to get her alone and act on the simmering tension between us.