Showing results for "Generation A" in Romantic Suspense

Toby Cynster is not amused when informed that his new mission is to be his last in the shadowy service of Drake, Marquess of Winchelsea. Courtesy of Toby being the last unmarried Cynster of his generation and the consequent martial obsession of his female relatives, he will be given no more excuses to avoid society and, instead, expected to devote himself to finding a suitable bride. But Toby sees no point in marrying—thanks to his siblings, he has plenty of nephews and nieces with whom to play favorite uncle, and he has no thoughts of establishing a family of his own.

J'ai déjà tué. J'ai éliminé autant d'ennemis que nécessaire, sans regrets. Mais, avant ce soir, je n'avais jamais pris la vie d'un membre de ma famille... Enfin la suite tant attendue des Phoenix Ashes dans ce tome consacré au chouchou des lectrices: Hotshot! Une romance biker aux airs de Sons of Anarchy!

Murder brings the FBI to her door. Past secrets could get two old friends killed. When Allie Foster becomes the prime suspect in a murder, the small-town loner reaches out to the one person she can trust. Convinced Allie’s innocent, Colby Agency investigating attorney Steve Durham uncovers a...

I was abducted as a teenager. Abused and broken beyond repair before I was saved. I was never saved. Not really. I will never have the kind of life and love normal people do. And I don't even want it. But then I met Ruin. A guy just as lost and broken as me. But can two wrongs make a right? I don't want to try and find out that the answer is no.

I had no idea the Reapers Rejects MC had agreed to take me under their wing. It turned out, the club promised my father they'd keep me safe in exchange for information, and my job offer was nothing more than them keeping their end of the deal. There I was, in a place I wasn't genuinely wanted.

Jax and I have been together forever. Until he decided I'm better off without him. Then he just disappeared into the night and cut me off. I'm not better off, but I will get on with my life. I'm a singer and I'm going on my first tour. Without him. Even though the plan was always for the two of us to ride together. I'll have to go alone, because now he also landed himself in prison. I don't ever want to see him again. But only because I know one glance, one word, one touch will make me fall for him all over again. And when I visit him in prison, that's exactly what happens.

Being the MC President's daughter was never going to be an easy life. Not in general, not in love. Especially when the guy meant for you isn't yours to have. And that's just one of the many reasons why I'm going away. Back to my ancestral lands, where everything is simple and pure. Where I can do some good. And I'm not coming back.

I clipped a shiny, new FBI badge to my belt, thinking I could save the world. Four years later, the shield’s got some dents, along with my idealism. And there’s one cold case that’s come back to haunt me.

Love can be ruthless, especially when you're a Hawke. You have to be ruthless to be a Hawke. Our empire in New Orleans has only grown over the years. And protecting it falls on my shoulders. Whether it's in the courtroom or in the streets, I do whatever it takes to get the job done. We've already suffered and lost enough. I won't let anything threaten my family or what we've built.

Aimer, c'est savoir partir... et revenir. Cheyenne : Je voudrais qu'il me revienne. Qu'il vive avec moi cette relation si parfaitement imparfaite qu'elle fout en l'air les autres possibilités. Non, personne ne pourra prendre sa place. Je sais que ce sera lui ou rien. Nous ou moi. Dès que je l'ai vu dans la cour de la maternelle, même si je ne le savais pas encore, il a occupé cet espace en moi prévu pour lui et lui uniquement. Sniper : Sans elle, je ne vaux rien, avec moi, elle n'a aucune chance…

When Mr. January himself tells Rowen to do what a gunman says, she’s had enough. Rowen has never really been a girl that does what she’s told. Mr. January won’t have to save her. She can dang well save herself.

I started a new life in Montana and was fully prepared to leave closed doors shut, but something unexpected happened. I escorted Sydney out to Three Forks for a concert with a couple of my brothers, and there he was—the man I thought I was going to marry. Asher. He was my first love, and man I loved him religiously. I thought we were going to ride off into the sunset together . . . but life had other plans. I never thought I'd see Asher a couple of weeks later at the clubhouse, getting ready to collaborate with Sydney.