Resultado narrado por "Angelina Rocco" em Todas as categorias

Beau Eaton is the town prince, a handsome military hero with a tortured past. I’m the outcast bartender, a shy girl from the wrong side of the tracks. He’s 35 and all man, and I’m 22 and all...virgin. He’s also my fiancé. Correction: my fake fiancé. We start out as a bet. He doesn’t believe that anyone holds my last name against me. So he offers me his to prove a point.

I once thought one of my ruthless boys could be the killer I’m hunting. They’re all dark, deadly, and more than capable of brutality. But now, I’m held by the King I’ve been stalking in the shadows, and when I unmask him, he’ll realize he made a huge mistake in taking my brother from this world.

Everyone warned me that the CFO of McCord Media was a nightmare to work for. I knew it going in, but I figured I could keep my head down and stay under Cole McCord’s radar. I figured wrong. Because a month before I started as his assistant, Mr. Ruthless and I spent one scorching hot night together in bed.

Fenella Carrington knows how to get attention. But after her latest scandal—with yet another unsuitable boyfriend—threatens to break the internet, Fenella is told to consciously uncouple from her celebrity lifestyle because she'll never be taken seriously if her antics keep making headlines. When Fenella is offered a hiding spot to wait out the backlash—in a castle no less—she jumps on a private jet and prepares to spend the fall in Laandia, a tiny country on the edge of the Atlantic.

He needs my help, but what will he do when he finds out my secret?

Kirby wished for a new life, but the Devil sent her Cain. I knew what my calling in life was at a young age. I was the embodiment of death. The scent of blood and watching the life fade from something’s eyes was more delicious than any dessert. With my twin Abel by my side, we reveled in the pain of others and the knowledge that we were above it all. Not even the FBI could hunt us down. The one thing I hadn’t accounted for was Kirby and the unusual spark of emotion she created. Being a psychopath, I knew my range of emotions had always been limited.

With one reckless act and a rushed confession, I knew my life was never going to be the same. I was having a baby with a woman who was not my wife. I would do anything to keep my love, to have her stay with me. But how does one forgive the unforgivable?

Valentine Malone fell into my life…correction, I fell into his in the aisle of a grocery store. I fell, not in love, but literally into him right before I stumbled into a display rack of parmesan cheese. Our second run-in had me on the floor slipping and sliding in broken party tubs of margarita mix. And if the first two encounters weren’t embarrassing enough, the third left nothing to the imagination when I walked in on Hot Cop in all his magnificent glory in the shower. Not exactly the meet cute I’d always dreamed of.

I was nine years old when I claimed Charlie King as mine. We were in love—high school sweethearts—until one devastating day when it all fell apart. Two years later, she's back in my life and needs a place to live. Sure, she's infuriating, and her kissable, smart mouth keeps me on my toes, but her being in my space falls into my plan to get her back. Charlie doesn't want anything to do with me, but I'll be damned if I let her walk out of my life again. Even if it means the dark secrets of my past will come rushing back to haunt us both.

Sloane Marie Murphy is the only woman I've ever loved. She's my favorite person, the mother of my child and my soon to be ex-wife. I've been wracking my brain trying to fix my family but when a provision in my late father's trust forces me to move my family and our law practice from New York City to a dump in Jersey I think all hope is lost. She'd rather sign the papers than move with me. Until only one night, turns into two pink lines and now my father's ridiculous trust and the heir she's currently carrying, might just save my marriage.

My family is music royalty—which is exactly why I need to prove myself without them. But Maddox Knox? He’s a walking warning label wrapped up in grudges I never earned. I can handle the pressure of being his band's new drummer. What I can’t handle is wanting the frontman who wishes I would walk away. I can survive his ego, but surviving him? That might be my toughest gig yet.

I’ve spent the last eight years trying to forget Darren Huntsly. In a small town like Cherry Peak, it’s been nearly impossible to pull it off. Still, I made it work as best I could. That is until a series of unfortunate events have us face to face for the first time in years with nowhere to escape. Now, not only am I his daughter’s new teacher, but we’ve both been tasked with helping repair the one place in the world that remained unmoved after our breakup.

He's the grumpy hotshot hockey player. She's too shy to look him in the eyes. He needs a live-in summer assistant, and she's perfect. Chord Davenport is the hottest, surliest man to ever slap shot a puck. He's given up everything to be the best—family, friendship, love—but he's about to retire as a legend of the game, and that makes his sacrifices worth it.

Bryan Quinn. Dublin Beast. Soulless criminal. Despised bastard. I protect my family, fight our battles, and uphold the Quinn legacy in Dublin’s brutal underworld. We have a code—the Quinn Laws—and while women are normally off-limits, Siobhan Daley betrayed us, acted on behalf of our enemy, and poisoned our father. She will pay for taking the life of someone I love—not that it’s the first time. But this time I have someone to hunt down. Someone to punish.

Since Young Decay's early days, my privacy has been a part of me I've clung to. They don't expect to find a monster running from his past, hoping people will forget he even exists. Yet, here I am heading home for our band's Halloween homecoming run.

Dane has lived alone on an island for years, fishing for supper and tending his small garden. The terrible, tragic past that has driven him to avoid the world is something he's shared with no one before. Until her. Tough, independent Mira is captain of her own boat, until a storm sends her boat to the bottom of the ocean, and casts Mira up on the shores of Dane's island. Now she's learning to enjoy the peace of Dane's island lifestyle—and wondering about his scars, and the shadow of pain in his eyes.

The second I board the Bruise Cruise, I’m ready to indulge—top-shelf liquor, five-star meals, and maybe a little pain to round out the night. What I don’t expect? Falling for the one woman guaranteed to ruin everything. A federal agent. She’s here to sink us, and I’m stuck sharing a suite—and a bed—with the enemy.

Love is her deepest dive. After her beloved brother Nathan dies in a tragic cave diving accident, Maddie leaves everything behind to start fresh in Maverick Key, hoping that the move to the cottage he left behind will help her heal from her grief. She feels immediately closer to Nathan in the small seaside town, but can’t shake the nagging suspicion that his death might not have been an accident–and that his cryptic notes may hint at something more. And then there's the brooding and widowed diver, Scott, who she can't get off her mind.

The Fae Realm is no fairytale. Rain, Graham, Ezra, and Warren did what they set out to. They freed Rain’s brother from the demon who’d held him captive for a decade and the ghost who brought them together. And now, their real journey begins. On the run from the Chambers, Rain and the guys escape to the Fae Realm. But the Fae have been plagued with war from the Angels for eons. Powers likes Rain’s and the guys’ are too valuable to waste at a time like this. Inducted to the Fae army, Rain and the guys are tasked with dismantling the biggest threat they’ve ever faced. The air an tagadh.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?