Résultats pour "Renée Rosen" dans Fiction policière

America in the 1920s was a country alive with the wild fun of jazz, speakeasies, and a new kind of woman—the flapper. Vera Abramowitz is determined to leave her gritty childhood behind and live a more exciting life, one that her mother never dreamed of. Bobbing her hair and showing her knees...

I own you now. Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss. I make myself available to him, he pays my bills. I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy. Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement. Giving myself to him is easy. He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.

The Family killed my father. Destroyed my mother’s life. Now its crown prince wants me. I grew up in The Family, but I’m no mafia princess. I’m the castaway they threw crumbs to after my father’s murder. Now Joey LaTorre shows up at my door and won’t take no for an answer. He’s the bad boy I crushed on as a teen–Dangerously handsome. Deliciously dominant. But I can’t fall for a man like him. I won’t.

I'm the Don's daughter. A mafia princess. He's my father's right-hand man. When Carlo catches me taking my clothes off in a strip club, he wants to haul me into my father's office. I suggest an alternative–one more pleasurable for both of us. He can handle my punishment. Dominate me the way he's always wanted. Take care of my needs and, most importantly, keep my secret. But we're playing with fire. Every day, I fall a little more for the underboss - and if my father finds out...

Once you are rooted in sin, there is no turning back. She wasn’t supposed to be in the crossfire. My enemies should not also be hers. My past is dark, and my demons are dangerous. I should let her be free, safe from the shadows that still haunt me. But I can’t let her go. My obsession is too strong. She’s mine even though she’s a possession I shouldn’t keep. But I of all people should know that the mafia doesn’t let anyone go.

Die hübsche Anwältin hat mir etwas verschwiegen. Ein Baby, das sie seit dem Valentinstag in sich trägt. Seit der Nacht, als wir von einem Roulette-Rad zufällig zusammengebracht wurden. Sie hat mich nie kontaktiert. Wollte mich im Dunkeln darüber lassen. Jetzt wird sie herausfinden, was passiert, wenn man einen Bratwa-Boss verärgert.Eine Bestrafung ist angebracht. Arrest bis zur Geburt.