Títulos em Suspense Romântico

Nothing is fair in war. Jonathan King is every bit his last name. Powerful. Untouchable. Corrupted. He’s also my dead sister’s husband and way older than me. When I first met him as a clueless child, I thought he was a god. Now, I have to confront that god to protect my business from his ruthless grip. Little did I know that declaring a war on the king will cost me everything. When Jonathan covets something, he doesn’t only win, he conquers. Now, he has his sights on me.

He was once my best friend, now he’s my worst enemy. Xander Knight is heartbreakingly beautiful. Ridiculously popular. Brutally cruel. He’s a knight, but won’t do any saving.

No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet. I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yeah, lucky to everyone but me.

The kingdom isn’t supposed to fall. The truth screws you over before it sets you free. Masks drop. Secrets unravel. Elsa’s race after the past blinds her from the present. I’ll fight for her. I’ll bring her back. I’ll protect her even if it’s the last thing I do. We made a promise. She’s mine. Are you ready for one final game, sweetheart?

Abducted at 18. Held captive for 15 months. It reads like one of those headlines. And yes, I did it. I stole her. Nora, with her long dark hair and silky skin. She's my weakness, my obsession. I'm not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can't change me. I can, however, change her. My name is Julian Esguerra, and Nora is mine to keep.

Detective Rose Martin has spent years trying to bring down Sterling Montague, a corrupt British billionaire with plans of destroying democracy. But her pursuit of justice throws her into a shadowy world of spies and assassins—a clandestine organisation called the Circle. Tasked with guarding the monarchy, the Circle operates outside the law, led by a mercurial and dangerous woman known only as the Nightingale.

Há seis anos, Lucy Kincaid conheceu pela Internet um homem que parecia ser o tipo ideal. Porém, após ser atacada brutalmente no primeiro encontro, ela viu que tinha se envolvido com um psicopata muito perigoso. Contrariando o histórico das vítimas desse maníaco, ela conseguiu sobreviver. Após anos de dor e sofrimento pela lembrança das atrocidades que sofreu, ela descobre um jeito de dar a volta por cima trabalhando como voluntária no departamento encarregado de investigar esse tipo de crime. Seu papel é rastrear pela Internet psicopatas e maníacos sexuais para que sejam presos.

He’ll save her from the nightmare in her past. Luke Haven has an adrenaline problem. As in, he can’t get enough. His squeaky-clean, nice-guy reputation in his small town isn’t a lie. But it’s not the whole truth, either. Although his real problem? He’s not even sure what he’s searching for. Melanie Andolini never thought she’d be starting over in her thirties. But moving back to her hometown is exactly the fresh start she needs. Until she runs into Luke Haven, and things get complicated. Really complicated.

Fleeing my father's cruelty, the wicked king who robbed me of a future, I face death in the streets, caught between a rebellion and a tyrant's reign. Captured by those sworn to kill me, the rebels remain blind to my true identity—the missing daughter of the despised king. Faced with an impossible choice, I stand before them: join the rebels or face their blades. Yet, Dacre, the son of the ruthless rebellion commander, becomes torn between suspicion and a desire that mirrors my own. He allows no one to touch me, tries to protect me, yet threatens me at every turn.

The residents of Riot House have graduated, but the events of the past year are far from forgotten. Life might be pulling the former students of Wolf Hall Academy in opposite directions, but no distance on Earth can sever the ties that bind them.

My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly façade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either. So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers. I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone. The problem is, I’d never let her go.

Vittorio Cattaneo é um deus. Aos 38 anos, o chefe da máfia Siciliana é um homem metódico, controlador, obcecado por ter as coisas feitas à sua maneira e, principalmente, cruel. Ele vive sob três regras inquebráveis: nunca falhar, nunca desonrar e, principalmente, nunca se dobrar a qualquer coisa que não seja a Sagrada. Vittorio Cattaneo não se ajoelha e, graças a isso, sob seu comando, La Santa prosperou mais nos últimos doze anos do que havia feito no meio século anterior.

Adrian tinha sete anos quando conheceu o pai. E se Lina, sua mãe, não interviesse, ele a teria matado. Logo após esse encontro, Adrian foi deixada sob os cuidados dos avós em Maryland, onde passou um longo verão fazendo novas amizades e nutrindo uma paixão pelo irmão mais velho da melhor amiga. Enquanto isso, Lina promovia sua marca de fitness país afora, transformando-a em um negócio de bilhões de dólares.

Notorious Mafia enforcer and right hand of the Cosa Nostra, Maximo DiMarco has always looked out for me. He’s my protector. My brothers’ best friend. My crush—with the body of a god and the mind of a devil. And I am just a spoiled Mafia princess. At least that’s who most people think I am. They don’t look at me long enough to see the real me. But he sees....

Correctional officers get a bad rep. But in our case, it's fully justified. We're not good people. We're guard dogs. As twisted as the inmates we patrol, courtesy of the monster who created us. Prisoners ourselves on an island of manipulation, we've spent years drowning in vices to dull reality. If these walls could talk, I'm telling you, they'd scream.

I don’t do complicated. I sure as hell don’t do love. With graduation in sight, I’ve made it almost four years at Wolf Hall without getting tangled up in BS with girls. I especially want nothing to do with her: Presley. Maria. Witton. Chase. The timid little mouse with the red hair, who can’t even look my way without hyperventilating. She’s nothing to me. Beautiful, sure, but I’ve had plenty of beautiful women. I’m perfectly content ignoring her.

You think you know me, but you’re wrong. You look at me and see Carrie, the girl with the wild hair and the wild clothes. Reliable Carrie, friendly and quirky, perhaps even a little strange. What do you really know about me, though? The details of my past are up for debate. I’ve been careful to hide my sins, and even more careful to follow the rules. I do as I’m told. I keep to myself. I don’t mess around with boys, and I’m always ready to run. At least that’s what I tell myself, anyway. Since I met him, I’ve broken every single rule in the book.

I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so completely. Now I belong to him. To Julian. To a man who is as ruthless as he is beautiful - a man whose touch makes me burn. A man whose tenderness I find more devastating than his cruelty.

Lyla Eden has spent the last few years watching her siblings fall in love. Meanwhile, she’s married to her job. It’s on her hundredth consecutive workday that her sister stages an intervention, kicking Lyla out of her own coffee shop. With nothing else to do, Lyla sets out on her favorite hiking trail. It’s there that she spots a man washing blood from his hands in a stream. One moment she’s staring at the jagged scar on his face. The next, his hand is around her throat. But by some miracle, he lets her go.

Captivating. Vulnerable. Agonizing. Seductive. Frankie Clermont was supposed to be like a sister to me for as long as I’d known her. But no one knew the depths of our lies. I had been in love with her before…before everything changed what we could be. Undeniably connected and effortlessly infatuated, the two of us had remained each other’s weaknesses through everything. I couldn’t afford to allow her to be my weakness anymore. I was in love with someone else. I was engaged. But it didn’t matter how much time had passed, the moment I saw her again, I knew I would never escape her.