Resultado narrado por "Stephen Borne" em Todas as categorias

When I started working at Salacious Players’ Club, I never expected to end up on the auction block ready to grant a date to the highest bidder. This club is not really my scene. I’m not the kind of girl rich guys take home. I’m more a piano playing, van-living, free spirit kind of girl.

This man holds the key to my family's survival. But nothing will tempt him to help us. Nothing… except me. Oh, don't get this wrong—Weston James doesn't want to win my heart. He doesn't even want my body, despite the fact that every inch of me longs for him. No, when this rich, powerful jerk agrees to help us in return for five nights with me, he's not thinking about stolen kisses. He wants to humiliate me. To break my spirit and punish my arrogant family once and for all. Well, that's too bad. Weston is about to find that I'm harder to break than he thinks.

Adrian Locke panics when his sister invites him to her wedding. The smoke is closing in on him, but he used to put out fires with his day job. He's desperate to find a plus one, fast. He can't let her know that the girlfriend he has been talking about isn't real. They would find out he's still miserable and alone. He might be a billionaire, but money isn't everything. His plan: fake it! He’ll find a pretend girlfriend.

For starters, her name isn't Smith—but it sounds common enough to hide her real identity. And with a new haircut and some hair dye, no one will recognize her on the other side of the country. Or so she hopes. Years after running away from home and the memories of her kidnapping, Allie finds her footing again in a small town in Maine. She has a safe roof over her head, freedom, and a job she loves at The Lair—a local bar managed by a stoic, protective ex–Navy SEAL who makes her heart beat faster than it should.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

The memory of why I jumped out of my ex-fiancé's car in a wedding dress is a bit hazy. Or maybe I was pushed. Disoriented, I stumble through the trees until exhaustion forces me to rest. Time passes in a feverish blur, but eventually, I'm discovered by a friendly dog and her unfriendly owner, Jude Powell. The gorgeous grump isn't too pleased with my disheveled appearance. That doesn't stop him from ripping my ruined dress to create a makeshift sling for my arm and taking me to the emergency room.

Angela Haddon can drag a grown man out of a burning building and rescue a kitten from a tree, but keeping her hands to herself is getting old when it comes to Stefan Trevino. He's sexy as sin, a billionaire, and absolutely off limits, according to her brother. Stefan doesn't do commitments or clingy girlfriends, though Angela is up for the challenge. She isn't the same teenage girl she used to be, and judging by the biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt, Stefan has grown up too.

Stefan Navaldi is trying to live his best life in New York City for Christmas, but one phone call from Amanda disrupts it all. He travels back to Grapevine, Texas to be with the Wilson's in their time of need, but things are bigger than they seem. Amanda has never gotten over Stefan. He is the guy that got away, and she's tried to move on, but no other guy compares. She knows he isn't back forever, and nothing good can come from her telling him how she feels, but she might not have to . . .

It was supposed to be simple. One night with no strings. I had just gotten the worst news of my life and wanted to forget everything. The broody firefighter was perfect. Our night together was so hot, I forgot everything but the rules. I never expected to get pregnant. It was supposed to be impossible. All I knew was his name and the small town where I found him.

Whitney thought she was safe from her toxic marriage the day her husband died . . . From the moment I return to my hometown for a fresh start, my plans begin to crumble. The rental house that looked perfect is actually a health hazard. My new job postpones my start date. And a historic blizzard is about to dump three feet of snow across the state, making doing just about anything impossible. When my infant son screams down the motel into the early morning hours and causes the other guests to complain, I'm mortified and ready to brave the impending blizzard to find someplace else.

His eyes stick to me, burning my skin as I twirl across the stage. My legs ache with exhaustion, and my head spins, but his hunger pushes me to excellence. His voice echoes in my mind with each step, reminding me that my best isn't enough anymore. This Christmas, he's the only thing between me and rock bottom.

Ten years ago I left my marriage and the love of my life. On paper my husband checked the boxes. 1. Devastatingly handsome. 2. Wild and carefree. 3. And a skilled lover . . . if you know what I mean. But Corjan Powell was a bad husband. We were too young to be saddled with a lifetime of resentment and regret. After a year of confrontations and no change, I didn't even give him the chance to refuse divorce papers. One disastrous fight too far, I wrote him a note and I left. "But Bree, what happened over those ten years?" you ask. Resentment. And regrets.

As the ruler of the Volkov empire, Demetri has made many sacrifices for the sake of the family. Those sacrifices meant nothing after uncovering his father's dark secrets and his ex-wife's lies, and betrayal. Looking to rebuild what was taken from him, Demetri sets his sights on Montana, where his path collides with a feisty, headstrong woman who unintentionally ignites a spark he thought had been extinguished forever.

Problem: My ex is marrying my ex-bestie. Plan A: Burn the church down? Plan B: Fake marry my friend. I haven't seen Archer since fifth grade, but when he shows up in our tiny hometown and offers me a ring, I don't ask too many questions. It's a win-win: I get to save face, and I'm not about to turn down the chance to one-up my ex. All Archer has to do is sell the lie when my ex and his blushing bride roll into town. Easy. Except now I'm fake-married to a ridiculously hot guy who has his own reasons for needing a wife.

Life has a sick sense of humor. One minute, I'm arguing with my mobster ex while dripping wet in nothing but a towel. The next, he's dead on the floor, and I'm naked, vulnerable, and at the sole mercy of the most dangerous man in New York City. I've heard the rumors that all the mafia families bow to Creed Ferraro, but I never expected him to drag me into their world. Creed blames me for his brother's death, and now, I'm also a witness to his violent crime. I know the rules. In the mafia, witnesses and enemies don't get to live.

Sawyer Murphy has one goal: to reclaim his life. Blinded by a sniper's bullet in Afghanistan, he refuses to be limited by his disability. As Redwood Coast Rescue's tech genius, he’s determined to prove he’s more than just a computer guy, so when his best friend vanishes in the rugged wilderness, Sawyer sets out with his loyal seeing-eye dog, Zelda, to find him.

It all started when the curtains caught on fire at a funeral. Actually, it all started seven years ago in college. Rowan Cole was that guy—the one I couldn't forget. We'd once been best friends. Maybe more. We almost had it all. I've spent years trying to forget him and the tragic night that tore us apart. As bad luck would have it, he's the firefighter who shows up to rescue me from the church I almost set on fire. Speaking of flames and melting, Rowan still has the ability to set me on fire. Just by existing.

When my beer kegs turn up missing days before a big event, I hire Monsters, PI to track down my beer. Who's assigned to my case? Tuvid, the gargoyle who wrongfully accused me of gnome-theft. Tuvid's seven feet of gargoyle muscles with a killer smile. So, when our not-one-night-stand results in a marriage proposal—solely to save his gargoyle rep—I know I'm in trouble. My business plans don't include marrying a gargoyle, but Tuvid's impossible to resist.

I don't regret sleeping with Connor Wolfe. At all. What I regret is trusting my birth control to keep my time with him restricted to that one scorching night. He's the Beast of the Boston Wolfes, the man everyone fears and the father of my child. I just haven't told him yet. I know what kind of world these men live in. There is a reason the Wolfes control the city. There is no way I'm exposing my unborn child to that kind of violence. I need to keep him safe. Protected from the threat that comes with being a Wolfe. So, I try my best to stay away from trouble.

Russell Dane thinks he's all that. Maybe he's so hot he should come with a too-hot-to-handle sign, but he drives me crazy. Not the good kind of crazy either. He thinks women shouldn't be firefighters, he's obnoxiously overprotective, and I can't stand him. Unfortunately, my body is not getting the memo, but I'm stronger than a few confused hormones. Right? It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn't have to work together. It definitely wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't gone and kissed me.