Showing results for "Jade" in Romantic Suspense

A stranger online. Dark hair and even darker eyes that knew my dirty desires before I did. A fantasy that should never be spoken. But he pulled the confession from me. And now he's coming for me. Rough. Dirty. Dangerous. It's supposed to be one night to get me off and make me forget. He'll make me his and I'll pretend I don't want him to. I'll run and he'll chase. Because I asked him for this. I begged him for this. Tonight, in the darkness, he's the hunter. And I'm the bait.

The man upstairs in apartment six doesn't belong here, in our rundown block on the slum side of the city. High-class and educated, suited and booted, and at least thirty years my senior. Yes. Thirty whole years. But that doesn't matter. He's absolutely gorgeous. What does matter is they say he's a disgraced teacher who preys on his college students. A filthy, sick man who deserves prison.

Being framed for murder sucks. Being framed for the murder of your old friend-turned-enemy-turned-maybe-friend-again sucks even worse. The old Sheldon would’ve raised hell, but no, I’ve been nice. I’ve been quiet. I’ve not said a word while the headlines rip me to shreds, but now? All bets are off. I’m going to find out who did this to me and I’m going to make them pay. I don’t care who will get hurt in the process.

He was the talented bad boy everyone wanted. I was the irrelevant geek everyone hated. He was the sun...drawing all of us in. I was a black hole...taking up space. He was destined to be a star. I was destined to remain an insignificant no one. Until he made me believe I was special...and then he destroyed me. I never thought I'd see Phoenix Walker again after he broke my heart, but fate had other plans. One tour. Eight weeks. Forty shows. Countless opportunities to make him pay. The world thought he was a god...but I know the truth.

My dreams have all deserted me, and I'm alone in a new town when I meet him—the stranger at the bar. Anthony Bradstone is everything I ever wanted. A prince right from the start. A shining star, successful and loving. Committed, brilliant, generous. Mr Perfect. But the brightest stars have the darkest shadows, and Ant's love comes with… conditions. That's how one stranger in my bed turns into several, and those several turn into a whole lot more.

Wild and restless, Kyle Donovan has freed himself from the constraints of his family's high-powered gem-trading empire to rove the world as a treasure hunter. Now the president of Donovan International has given Kyle an assignment with explosive ramifications. A casehe must take. When one of...

I'm the whispers in the dark you can't ignore. The bully you can't run away from. I'm the tormentor who makes your life a living hell. The villain you love to hate. I'm the vicious monster sleeping in the next room. The one who knows all your secrets. And I'll stop at nothing to make you pay.

He was the mysterious dark knight, always swooping in to save me when I needed it the most. I was the troubled girl with scars and a bleeding heart. He was the gifted guitarist destined for big things. I was the small-town girl battling her demons. He was my earth, always keeping me grounded. I was his sky, always just out of his reach. Our love was everything I wished for—until I destroyed it.

It should've been a dream. A new life on the coast, running a beautiful country hotel with my husband. It should have been everything I'd ever wanted. Worth every scrap of investment. A hotel business we'd sunken every single penny we owned into, only to find out there was a big chain rival opening just a stone's throw away. Slowly, day by day, the dream became a nightmare. Bills. So many bills. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning. No way out in sight. Until there was him. The man at the bar. The man with a proposition we should never have considered in a thousand years.

This is the final book in the two-book duet. Book one must be heard first. One man thinks I'm a saint. The other thinks I'm a sinner. One man lives in the public eye. The other lurks in the shadows. One man wants to use me for his own needs. The other wants to use me for his revenge. One man will get what's coming to him. The other will get what he deserves. They told me good girls get rewarded. But I've been bad. Very bad. I made a deal with the Devil...and I liked it.

Fiery blue eyes. Hungry red lips. Tattoo-covered hands… hands that never let go… Mikhail Zhirkov is the perfect villain. Ruthless. Powerful. Hot as hell. So, when I'm blackmailed into delivering a mysterious package to the former Bratva boss, I know I'm in deep trouble. But it's not just fear I feel. It's hate, too. He killed my father. Stole his crown. Cast my family aside. Now I'm walking up to his doorstep, secret envelope in hand, no idea what's inside… until the devil's sinful smile reveals all.

Deep blue eyes with silver shards… watching me… always watching… Valentin Constanov doesn't take no for an answer. So, when I tell him to stop following me, it might as well be a direct challenge. It's his job to watch over the empire, after all. And I share a connection with his boss's wife—not that I want anything to do with the Russian mafia or their dark and twisted lifestyle. I've got my own problems to worry about. But the hot-tempered, ill-mannered, tattooed-covered Romeo isn't used to being rejected.

He's the most dangerous man in Chicago—and I'm his newest obsession. Dark emerald eyes. Black tattoos. A killer's smile… god, that smile… When I'm dragged to a secretive nightclub, the last thing I expect is to find myself in the owner's back office. But after he rescues me from a drunken creep, that's exactly where I end up.

They'll tell you I seduced them. Used my looks and body to lure them into my playground. They'll tell you I'm a sinner. A demon who held them captive with temptation and lust. They'll tell you I'm evil. A monster obsessed with the both of them. They'll tell you they made a deal with the devil. What they won't tell you...is how much they liked it.

When life gets too much, and you need a release, the poison that might kill you becomes oh-so-tempting. I craved his body, his smirk, his laughter as he pushed me to my limits. I needed him. Just once. Just one night. That's what I told myself. No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his flesh on mine. But when poison runs through your veins the way he runs through mine, it's toxic and eats you alive. And this much passion always comes at a price...

When Rose DuLoe is forced to leave her comfortable city life for a mansion in the middle of nowhere, she feels out of control. Worse, the estate is owned by the man who drives her crazy—but when tensions boil over and they have the hottest hate-sex of her life, she's left feeling more confused than ever. Blake is controlling, arrogant and a player but being stuck together for their own protection means Rose can't help but see what's been staring her in the face all along.

I'm the Shattered Isle princess. I've grown up on horror stories about the four All Plane princes, and now I've been promised to them as their bride in order to usher in peace between our two warring realms. First, I have to earn their trust. Second, I must do what my father raised me to do—kill them all. But the task is almost impossible when each of the princes have an unflinching need to claim me as theirs.

They call me a heartless b*tch. An evil manipulator. A wicked princess who enjoys hurting people. They tell me terrible things happened; things that changed my life forever. The only problem is...I can't remember any of it.

I'd do anything to ruin the man who destroyed my family—even date him. Blood red lips. Dark, endless eyes. I'll never forget those eyes… or forgive them. For the past ten years, Ilya Rykov has haunted my dreams and fueled my passion to take down Chicago's biggest Bratva. The 6'7 foot, tattoo-covered mafia boss is at the head of the operation, after all. All-powerful. Brutal. Untouchable. Before that, though, he was just my older brother's best friend. This schoolgirl's forbidden crush. Now, my brother is dead. So is my father. And I hold Ilya responsible.