Résultats lu par "Stefanie Kay" dans Toutes les catégories

The good news is I was recently named head coach of the Portsmouth Whalers hockey team, the youngest coach in the NHL for their newest expansion team. The bad news? Brace yourself. I wish I had when I found out my half-brother just took his life. When I got up off the floor I also found out he left me with a mountain of debt-and his baby daughter.

Conspiracies. Corruption. Serial killers. You name it - I'm fascinated by it. My mom always blamed my overly curious and highly suspicious mind on my dad. My incredibly overbearing dad. Mr. No One Is Good Enough For My Daughter has been terrifying my dates since I turned 15. College is my chance to be free from his control and date any guy I want. I'm absolutely certain he would hate Slade Wylder - almost as certain as I am that I do too. Since when have I shied away from trouble? Slade fascinates me. He lives in a house I'm certain is haunted.

When the goddess Demeter shows up to a party on Olympus in Hades' signature color, he decides to react to the slight by stealing her beloved swan. However, as soon as they cross into the Underworld, the swan changes into a woman revealing that she is Persephone, daughter of Demeter. Eager to continue his plot to annoy Demeter, Hades agrees to help Persephone break the curse on her, but he soon finds that she is nothing like he expected. What starts as a harmless revenge scheme turns into something else entirely.

Rossi is his own worst enemy. He doesn’t care what people think or what’s expected of him. And he’s reached the pinnacle of his sport because of his bad boy ways. He’s unpredictable and reckless on the track. He’s even worse off of it. After years of circling around each other, all it took was one night, one uncharacteristic act of chivalry, to know I wanted more with the man everyone hates.

Before the world knew me as a rock god, I was just the angry boy who stole her heart. She was a good girl. The forbidden fruit I wasn’t meant to taste. Our stars were crossed, and fate had doomed us from the start. She was promised to someone else. I had her secret smiles.

Nash Ellis knows music. Producing, performing, writing—if it involves the creative process he’s there for it. He knows nothing about copy machines. Or financial reports. Or anything related to the stuck-up business world his best friends have been chasing since they were kids. But Nash also needs money, so when his roommate gets him a paid internship at Reedweather Media, he reluctantly agrees

After escaping from the cruel alien trader who kept me captive for years, I’ve been hiding out on a massive ship full of alien warriors called Zivonians. I’ve even found the perfect hiding place: a smaller ship tucked away in the docking bay. Except...maybe my hiding spot isn’t that good after all. How was I supposed to know that one of the Zivonian warriors would steal a ship, so he could go on a dangerous mission to track down his lost brother? How was I supposed to know he’d pick the exact same ship I did?

Once upon a time, I used to be famous. Then semi-famous. Now I'm obscure, mostly because I'm trying to stay out of the limelight, while trying to keep one of Hollywood's biggest secrets. And I'm sort of miserable. But with three weeks in the Big Apple, child free, maybe I can figure out what exactly I'm doing with my post-Sassy Cat life. I know what I want, but I don't know how to get it.

When alien pirates stole me from Earth years ago, the trauma of my abduction wiped away my memories. I can’t remember who I was before I was taken. I can’t recall anything from my previous life. All I know is that I’m not going to let myself be held captive again.

When DNA evidence links Lieutenant Quinn Colson’s brother to the scene of a grisly murder, Quinn realizes he'll do anything to keep his brother from returning to prison, even if it costs him his job...and the woman who’s stolen his heart. Shooting range owner by day, yoga instructor by night, Bobbi Cross is as ironic as her two businesses - she’s an independent, tough-as-nails woman, except when she’s meditating away the discontentment she feels inside.

Moving to Hicklam is the last thing Gloria Benedetti wants to do, but it's her final hope at having a normal life. After spending almost a decade as a near recluse and virtually paralyzed by crippling panic attacks, an alternative therapy might be her only shot at regaining her life after trauma. Trauma that forced her to give up everything, including a promising career on the stage. Staying in Hicklam is the last thing Grayson Keene planned on doing, but The Edison Theater has been in his family for generations, and he can't let it sink on his watch.

Hercules, a demigod who is reliant on forbidden godly pills to access his full strength, uses the last of them to save Megara from Hades’s wrath. Now, his city is defenseless against a surge of demonic creatures. If his worshipers die, he’ll lose his godly status and descend into a deadly madness. And now Megara knows his secret.

He asked me that over a deep dish, a man I met at a wedding when I’d been trying to forget the epic disaster that was my life. He was too young, but I was hurting, sad, and recently divorced. Basically, the trifecta for bad decision-making.

Aston Creek High was supposed to be my fresh start. This was my one shot at freedom, but he had other plans for me. Slade Cruz was never a part of my plan, but he sure as hell made me part of his. I thought I was through with fighting to survive, but it seems as though the games have only just begun. Give it your best shot, Slade. I’m ready.

When my best friend found out I’d be alone over Christmas, she hooked me up with a week's stay in her family’s cabin in Idaho. I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard and found it already occupied by an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs.

I was the perfect wife, my only fault that I loved dogs. My husband tolerated them as long as I kept the house spotless. I tolerated his abuse until he turned his eyes on my dogs, and then I got out. Now I'm in Maine, hoping to start over and rebuild. Trouble is, the house I trusted my realtor to buy for me seems to have a problem. It's huge and full of green goo, and the paranormal investigators won't stop knocking. On top of that my new boss is determined to hook me up with someone, but she has terrible taste in men.

NHL Boston Hawks captain Austin Merrick used to be my boy next door. Now, he’s the man on my mind. Our paths haven’t crossed in more than a decade when I find myself back in Boston, desperate to save face in front of my ex-fiancé. With a devilish smirk and wicked blue eyes, Austin steps back into my life to be my plus-one for a summer filled with weddings and events. Should be fun and effortless, right? Then why the need for rules? And why do I crave his touch at the small of my back and wish for his kiss on a moonlit beach?

Is it too late for coffee or too early for wine? That’s a question Madeline Burke has come to ask herself all too often. She needs a change, and a big one at that. Coming into her late 20s, she finally finds the courage to pull herself out of a boring nine-to-five life in Texas and launch the exciting new career she’s always dreamed about. Thanks to a little chutzpah and some quick thinking, she has landed an internship working in film publicity in New York City. It’s her favorite city in the world, concrete jungle where dreams are made...or crushed.

Willowside was my childhood summer escape, but I never planned on coming back. Now, as a struggling Omega artist with bills piling up, I don't have much of a choice. Grandma said this gig would be easy—paint a portrait for a wedding organized by a new planner in town. Quick cash, nothing more. But easy? Far from it. The bride is a total Bridezilla. The only upside? Her brother and cousins—Bernard, Finneas, Hugo, and Jude. All Alphas. All compatible with me in a way that makes staying in this sleepy town way more tempting.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.