Showing results for "SOUL" in Romantic Suspense

He told me that he’d destroy me. I knew he wasn’t lying, and I loved him anyway. I believed in love - in him. I just wasn’t prepared to carry the weight of his demons. I wanted forever with him, but life showed me love was temporary, and forever was a dream. Despite everything that happened, even now, I wouldn’t change any of it. For a love to have the capacity to destroy you, it has to be extraordinarily powerful - and that kind of love is impossible to walk away from.

I've learned the hard way that the only way to be effective is to keep your feelings out of it, no matter how appealing and tempting your target is. So when I meet Keagan with his sexy scowl and intense gaze, it doesn't take us long to make it physical. I'm only human, and resisting the man is beyond my mortal abilities. The thing is, he's deeply troubled, and he's got one nasty spirit haunting him. The Deceiver taunting his thoughts is more powerful than any Horror I've faced before, and the more I get to know Keagan, the more concerned I am that I can pull him back from the darkness.

The princess and a dead man. They say money makes the world go round. They’d be wrong. Sure, power can be bought, but you can gain a hell of a lot more with knowledge. With knowledge comes fear. I’ve seen it. I’ve caused it. I’ve even been the brunt of it. But when a stowaway princess barrels into my life like a runaway train, I throw patience out the window—the same one I jump out of, taking her with me.

They say the devil appears in many different forms. To the town of Sandland, his face was one of them. He was a rebel; a brawler, a bare-knuckle boxer that you’d cross the road to avoid if you saw him coming the other way. When he left our town, no one shed a tear, because Brandon Mathers was trouble and trouble followed him wherever he went. The night he disappeared, he left behind a lifetime of devastation for the rest of us to bear. He didn’t care. He enjoyed creating chaos and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. But he was never going to stay hidden for long.

I am the servant of a merciless God. I am the daughter of Its preacher. All my life, my power has been controlled by others. They raised me to be meek and stifled my magic. No more. A brutal murder led me to discover a mysterious house full of magic—and the ancient, powerful demon within. He says my power can change the world, that I can kill the evil creature I once worshipped. But at what cost?

When college professor Ellie McKay walks into the Maverick Bar in Farmington, New Mexico, late one evening, she plans to get drunk, not engaged. But within 30 minutes, she’s met cowboy Al Robison, he’s proposed to her, and she’s accepted. Al only knows that Ellie is attractive, vulnerable, and single; he doesn’t know that she has been on the run for weeks from a sociopath who killed her surgeon boyfriend in Pennsylvania and raped and tortured her.

I'm twenty-six years old, and I want to die. So when I wake up at the hospital with my brother weeping over me, I know my life is about to change. What I didn't expect was to get a nurse with cruel eyes and a morbid sense of humor that surpasses my own. I'm even more surprised when I arrive at Harlow Sanctum and realize that my brother selected an unorthodox rehabilitation center that rooms people based on their treatment plan. And my roommate is none other than the man with cruel eyes I met the day prior.

I can't go back to my family. I'm not worthy of them, could never be one of them again. The sister they know, love, and remember doesn't exist. Not anymore. Until him... The one who took me in, healed me from my demons, my fears, my scars, piecing me back, bit by bit.

After a cult tried to sacrifice me to their wicked God, I went on the run, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Until a demon offered me a deal: give him my soul and he'll help me claim the vengeance I seek. Blood will be spilled, and the monsters I once ran from will soon be running from me. But damning my soul was just the beginning; it's my heart the demon wants next.

Ne vous fiez pas à la gentillesse apparente de Penny Johnson. La jeune femme au caractère de feu, forgé par une vie difficile, ne laisse personne indifférent – surtout pas la gent masculine. Mais même Clayton Monroe, tatoué et sexy à souhait, peine à conquérir le cœur de Penny. Derrière son masque de femme d'affaires épanouie et pleine de vie se cachent des blessures enfouies.

There's a rule in Crowne Hall: never look a Crowne in the eyes. It protects us more than them. I broke it once, the night Grayson Crowne mistook me for his true love and stole my first kiss. I've regretted it every day since. He hates me. He torments me. He won't let me go, because that night he whispered a secret against my lips not meant for me. Grayson Crowne, heir to the Crowne empire and notorious playboy prince is . . . a virgin. I signed a contract in my heart's blood as much as ink: help him get back his love, repair what I broke.

Shattered and betrayed, the Shadowed Souls have lost the woman they love to the stalker who has plagued her for years. A betrayal that cuts deeper than any wound, unraveling bonds of trust they thought were unbreakable. As Mr. XO tightens his grip, Avery's heart hangs in the balance, torn between the men she loves and the repercussions of her own choices.

A headstrong woman and a protective man with an Alpha attitude are sharing passionate nights together . . . but is their relationship beyond physical? Night time is the right time . . . Gwendolyn Kidd has met the man of her dreams. He's hot, he's sexy, and what started as a no-names-exchanged...

"Zwei Wochen, Paigiecake. Das sind vierzehn Tage, in denen ich keine Angst um dich haben muss." Augenblicke. Es waren Augenblicke, die mein Leben für immer veränderten. Augenblicke voller Schmerz, Leid und Ablehnung. Momente, die mir den Boden unter den Füßen wegrissen und mich in die tiefsten Tiefen stürzten. Mein Leben bestand aus Dunkelheit, bis ich ihn traf. Nikolaj Petrow. Er wurde zu meinem Licht in der Finsternis. Wenn er bei mir war, gab es kein Grau und kein Schwarz. Es gab nur Weiß und endlose Helligkeit. Er schenkte mir die Sonne und wusste es nicht einmal.

I thought I knew danger after my first few weeks at MistHallow. I was wrong. The bonds between me and my guys have grown stronger, deeper, and more twisted. Our magick intertwines in ways that defy explanation. But our connection has unleashed something dark. Ancient. Hungry.

Sam Brady lerne ich durch einen gemeinsamen Freund kennen und sein umwerfendes Lächeln verursacht ein Bauchkribbeln, das ich in der Form noch nie erlebt habe. Langsam begreife ich, dass ich lediglich aus Pflichtgefühl bei Dylan bleibe. Noch nie habe ich so krass auf einen Kerl reagiert, aber ist Sam überhaupt schon über Jayden hinweg, in den er hoffnungslos verliebt war?

Asya: Ich kann nicht zu meiner Familie zurückkehren. Ich habe sie nicht mehr verdient und werde auch nie wieder ein Teil von ihnen sein können. Die Schwester, die sie kannten und liebten und an die sie sich erinnern – sie existiert nicht mehr. Bis er auftaucht. Der Mann, der mich bei sich aufnimmt, mich von meinen Dämonen befreit, von meinen Ängsten, meinen Narben, und all meine Einzelteile wieder zusammenfügt. Stück für Stück. Pavel: Ich komme Menschen nicht zu nahe und ich brauche auch niemanden. Bis sie auftaucht. Jetzt ist sie alles, was ich noch will, und alles, was ich noch brauche.

The sole survivor of a brutal massacre, Dr. Bennett returned home broken and tormented by guilt and memories of an unforgivable crime allowed to go unpunished. Then the beautiful and mysterious United Nations crisis counselor Ayana Burundi walks into his office, offering the chance to see the man who took everything from him pay for his crimes. As Ayana and Daniel prepare to build their case while also fighting to keep their dramatic romance alive, they discover that the captured warlord isn't the only one with an interest in preventing Kronte from ever going to trial.

She survived the deadliest serial killer of her generation. Or so everyone thought. No one knew how many pieces of her he took to the grave with him. She hid her scars, her nightmares. She hid everything until she couldn't. Then she ran. But Colby followed her. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth. To hell and back. Sariah knew he would. Because Colby had already wrenched her out of hell once. Because Colby loved her. Only Colby loved the girl she was before. The carefree girl she used to be. She had to show Colby that girl was gone. By any means necessary.

I used to wonder if soul mates existed. I know now they’re real. Our love was true, raw, and deep - our connection, magical. Every day with him was a gift, and I knew it. He was my forever, yet our forever wasn’t long enough. Each second that passes without him hurts, and maybe it always will. They say that time heals all, and I hope they’re right. Perhaps time will save me, or maybe love will. When it comes to soul mates, who’s to say we get just one?