Showing results for "Logan!" in Romantic Suspense

Na een leven vol pijn en verlies gelooft Logan Wade niet meer in gerechtigheid. Hij speelt met vrouwen alsof ze geen hart hebben en diep vanbinnen weet hij niet eens meer wie hij zelf is. Hij werkt bij de CIA, maar trekt zijn eigen plan en loopt over naar het Chicago Syndicate.

Mein Name ist Logan St. James. Ich bin in einer kriminellen Familie aufgewachsen, aber heutzutage sind meine Tattoos und meine Narben unter einem Anzug versteckt. Ich beschütze die königliche Familie von Wessco. Und durch die Heirat ihrer Schwester gehört auch Ellie Hammond zu dieser Familie. Ich bin gut in meinem Job. Wirklich, wirklich gut. Aber wenn Ellie einen Raum betritt, dann ist es plötzlich verdammt schwer, an irgendetwas anderes zu denken als daran, wie gern ich sie berühren würde. Wie gern ich mehr tun würde, als sie nur zu berühren.

Kein Risiko ist ihm zu groß, kein Geschäft zu gefährlich. Logan Knight braucht den Nervenkitzel und liebt es, hoch zu pokern.Bis er auf schmerzhafte Art und Weise erkennen muss, dass er sich mit den falschen Leuten angelegt hat. Eine Tatsache, die dem smarten Geschäftsmann erst bewusst wird, als es schon fast zu spät ist. Mit dem Rücken zur Wand muss er alles daran setzen, den Namen Knight und sein eigenes Leben zu retten.

I couldn't protect the one person I swore to save. I failed her. Revenge was my mission, my reason to wake up. Getting recruited by Altman Hotels saved me. Until I ran into her: Denielle Keller. She represented the dark that had started it all. I avoided her for as long as I could. Now, we live under the same roof. And my hate for her is stronger than ever.

I lost my dream. My scholarship. My only choice was to start over, away from everything I knew and cared about. All because my loyalty was challenged. I was driven by anger and resentment toward the people I had once trusted with my life. Until I was almost run off the road.

I was the pawn in a game that began before I was born. Secrets that drove a wedge between my family years ago are now the fuel that keeps me going. Decisions have become reckless. Trust is a fragile thing. Once it's broken, it's difficult to rebuild. While Rhys and our love for each other has remained my constant, lines have blurred. The truth is not black and white, light and dark, but somewhere in between.

Acting Sheriff Ben Logan hasn't heard from Leigh Somerall in a very long time, but it doesn't mean he can get her - or their whirlwind romance of 10 years ago - out of his head. When she calls out of the blue, it is with a strange request to protect her brother, Tony. When Tony dies just days later, Ben is charged with a different task - protecting Leigh and her nine-year-old son, TJ, from the killers. But how can Ben keep an eye on Leigh if she's doing everything in her power to avoid him?

Psychology professor and criminal profiler Taylor Martin prides herself on being able to solve any crime except the one she wants most desperately to solve - the disappearance of her father 20 years ago. When she finally has a lead on his whereabouts, Taylor returns home to Logan Point, Mississippi, to investigate. But as she works to uncover the truth, someone else will do almost anything to keep her from it.

It's been over two years, and I still have no clue why Rhys stopped talking to me. Suddenly, he pretended I didn't exist. He was cold, leaving the room every time I'd enter. Truths became nothing but lies I'd been told. My life was a web of secrets spun by everyone I trusted, including him. Until the night Rhys came clean. He wasn't who I was made to believe. And neither was I.

It's been more than two years since homicide detective Livy Reynolds's cousin disappeared from Logan Point. Unlike most people in her hometown, Livy has never believed that Robyn left voluntarily. When Dallas private investigator Alex Jennings contacts her concerning a senator's missing granddaughter who was last seen in Logan Point, Livy notices eerie similarities between the two disappearances.

My name is the only truth they didn't take from me. Betrayed by my family, my desperate need for answers puts me back on his radar. The one person who was never supposed to find me. Again. I was unprepared for the world I got thrust into—the connection we shared. The deeper I dug, the more unstable my future became. With Rhys as my anchor, I will fight to bring my past out of the dark.

For the last two years, I've told myself she’s off limits. That a man like me, can't be with a woman her age. Then my little maniac turned 18...and I gave in to my temptation. I shouldn't have, but now it's too late. She's mine now, and I'll never let her go. Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her. He's forgetting; it's my job to protect her. Mine. Now, I'm going to burn this city to the ground. I'll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.

My back end spins out as I pull down an alley that's nearly too tight for the car to pass. My grip on the stick shift tightens as I drop gears. Trash cans hit the bumper and fly over the top of the vehicle, but I can't stop. The pointé is not the only thing I'm balancing over. I'm in too deep this time, and they are coming after me. I arrive at the door of the only person in the world I trust, but it's not my old dance teacher who answers my call. It's her son. Diego.

Born into hell. Baptism by betrayal. His life revolves around violence. My life is on the line. I'm trapped both physically and emotionally. A pawn in a game I didn't know I was playing. Until I met him. Pike acts without emotion, but I know he feels something for me. I see it in his eyes when he looks at me. I feel it when he's close. I know it's real because I feel it too. Lust. Desire. It complicates everything.

It was love at first sight. Not just for Vivian, but for Corbin as well. Their eyes locked across the room, and that was all she wrote. But they didn’t rush things. They wanted to do it right. After all, they would spend the rest of their lives together. The love of each other’s life. Soul mates. He was the intense and fiercely protective soldier, and she was his doting and faithful lover. They found their happily ever after. This was their story…until it wasn’t.

I grew up in the Family, navigating the labyrinth of courtesies in the layer cake of the Chicago Mob. When the capo says jump, you ask “how high?” They tell you to off somebody… You get the job done or you don’t come home. Play your cards right, and you’ll be a Made Man. Set for life—a violent life, but set. Play them wrong… well, the pay is great, but the retirement plan stinks. Enter one Isabella Lastra. Beautiful but sad, thoughtful but spirited. One look, and I know… I have to make her mine.