Resultado narrado por "Gabriel Spires" em Todas as categorias

Conner Wiseman was once my only friend—until a cruel accident made him forget me. All through high school, I watched him, the boy of my dreams, longing for him to see me standing there. Then, one night, he noticed me in a big way. But only for one night. For that, I hated him. So I decided to make him hate me back. Fast forward ten years, and now Conner is the city's most beloved football hero, while I'm known as the cold-blooded heiress to my father's criminal empire.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.

I was the one stupid enough to hope for a happily ever after. It was my fault she was gone. It was my fault for being dumb, and being hopeful, and being in love. I knew better, and I didn't listen to my own warning bells. I'd been too deafened by Dominic Reed's love, and now others were paying the price. People I loved were in danger—my life was in danger—and we still didn't know why. We still didn't know who was doing this or what they wanted. Other than me. Me. A nobody. A girl broken from the inside out. A girl with a lightning temper and death-wish determination.

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me. Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He’s also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit. The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill him. The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss. It’s not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It’s his gaze.

Thirteen years ago, I ran away from a cult, Sacro Nuntio, and became Lenix Taylor. Everyone knows me as a free spirit. No one knows about the horrible sins rotting in my past. Or how I killed the leader of Sacro Nuntio—my father—in cold blood. But the past never stays where it should for long. Now, after all this time, my brother has found me, and is threatening to drag me back to punish me for my crime. Escaping from that life was the hardest thing I've ever done. Staying free proves more difficult than expected when it involves the only person powerful enough to protect me—Connor Maxwell.

I never wanted to be a nanny. That wasn't part of my carefully crafted five-year plan. The one I formulated after getting a second chance at life. Neither was losing my heart to the beautiful baby boy I'm taking care of. Even if I saw that coming the moment I laid eyes on him. Falling in love with his father... now that I didn't see coming. I dare anyone to spend time getting to know the real Jace Kingston, the man behind the hockey jersey, grumpy attitude, and panty-meltingly gorgeous face. The one who sweetly sings his son to sleep, who holds him with such care.

Hidden in the shadow of her controlling father, General Evander of Auryna, Ara has never tasted true freedom. For most of her life, she's been locked away in his estate as he is determined to protect her from the bloodthirsty Fae across the border. As her twenty-sixth birthday comes and goes, he decides it's time for her to marry, against her wishes and completely unbeknownst to her. Ara's fate is sealed the moment he announces her engagement.

Five years ago, I bled to death from a knife to the throat. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up changed, and remembered far too much. I have been haunted by the memories of my past lives ever since. For five years, I've had the illogical certainty that I've spent lifetimes connected to the same soul. Lifetimes of love, heartache, and betrayal. Was I destined to find them again? As fate would have it while seeking revenge for my death, my murderer led me straight to her: Sunny.

Micah Lyonne is the worst man I know. As children, we were constantly thrown together by our powerful parents. And we always despised each other. He was supposed to be the heir to a billion-dollar empire. Instead, he lives in the shadows and chooses a life filled with violence. Meanwhile, I'm the mayor's ambitious daughter with a long list of responsibilities. Micah sneers at everything I stand for. And I know better than to dance with danger. But when the inked, volatile Micah comes to my rescue one night, I'm forced to trust him.

When I met him, I didn't realize who he was. I still didn't when I let him take me back to his hotel for the night. I never expected to see him again. Until I found him on my father's couch, revealing he and I are connected in more ways than simply a one-night stand. To make it worse, he was a Saint, part of the ruling mafia family that owned the city of Redhill. I should have stayed away at that point. I had a lot at risk and my own mess to deal with, but it wasn't that easy. Not when he kept showing up, and that one night turned to two, and then three.

Six months ago, I escaped from a monster in the dead of night, our five-year-old daughter asleep in my arms. Desperate and rapidly running out of cash, my luck finally turns when I land a bartending job at a swanky Los Angeles nightclub. The owner is difficult, moody, and relentless in his crusade for perfection. But it’s not hard work that scares me. It’s the burgeoning swell of desire that consumes me every time our eyes meet across the crowded dance floor. But if I’m damaged, he’s wrecked. The truth is, we can’t run from our pasts.

Sawyer Kingston is an a**hole. The thing is, he’s got everyone fooled. To them, he’s the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he’s the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me. The only thing we’ve ever agreed on is our mutual dislike for each other. But that was before I moved in next door to him, and we shockingly agreed on something else. There’s a fine line between love and hate. The problem is...I think I crossed that line.

I thought I was lucky to have a fresh start. Those don’t come around often for a girl from the streets of this city. But a fortunate chain of events has delivered me to the center of wealth and power and into the midst of three very different, very formidable cousins with the world at their feet. Gage, Micah, and Conner were determined to be my enemies. So I braced for a war. But they underestimated me. I earned respect from one of them, friendship from another, and I found love with the third. Or so I thought.

When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I’m, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we’ve already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it, either. And now—God help me—I’m forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who’s the complete opposite of me. He’s bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I’m sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities.

It was supposed to be harmless. One fake date with an off-limits football player I'd never date for real. Plot twist—Harry Westbrook is the exact opposite of harmless. My first mistake? Underestimating that boyish smile, those playful eyes, the charming words on those perfect lips. He claims to have a crush on me. But, as hot as he is, I'd bet he's scheduling booty calls like a dentist booking teeth cleanings. I'm Nadia Chester—in-house lawyer for the Paragons football team. Queen of logic and compartmentalizing. Resisting him should be easy.

I don’t want to be someone’s dirty little secret. I know all too well what that feels like. Guarding my heart means staying out of pro football player Brock Williams’s bed and out of the spotlight. After all these years, he’s exactly like I remember: charming, determined, and used to getting what he wants. And what he wants now is me. The chemistry between us is undeniable. The guy I always saw as a player is now the one who makes my heart beat fast—the one who leaves dirty love notes on my pillow. Oh, yeah…he also happens to be my brother’s best friend.

Kimmie Park has finally met a man who gets her and laughs at her jokes. Matt West is kind, compassionate, and a smoking-hot FDNY firefighter. There’s just one—okay, many—problems. They’ve never met in person because he lives in New York, and she’s in Oklahoma. He also doesn’t know that her life recently imploded when she very publicly quit her retail job and became a meme in a viral video, known as the woman who twerked as she told off her boss. And he has no idea what she really looks like.

Rorik Nilsen deals in death—it’s easier than dealing with the living. He spends his days as the chief medical examiner for the city and moonlights as an asset for the Covington Security team. The best part of his job is that death holds no surprises. That is, until a body ends up on his table with a familiar face—but not as familiar as the woman who arrives to identify it.

Girl meets a handsome stranger, gets swept off her feet, and has the best night of her life. Sounds like a dream, right? If only... When I wake up the next morning in a stunning penthouse overlooking the Seattle waterfront to a note saying, “have a safe flight back to Chicago,” his message is loud and clear: One and done. Famous last words. Guess who’s waiting to greet me on the first day at my new job? It turns out the mega-rich Asher Kingcaid is far from one and done.

This man is temptation personified. He’s six feet four inches of rock-solid, golden muscles that are inked to perfection and proudly displayed every time he steps into the cage. I’m the idiot who agreed to stay with him for the next few days. Hudson “The King” Kingston knew he had a fight coming up when he risked himself to save me. How could I say no when he needed a friend to help him out? Because that’s exactly what we’ve always been—friends. Friends who flirt. Friends who tease. Friends who never cross that line.