Showing results for "The Andersons" in Contemporary

It's not a regular party, but instead, my wedding. To Angelo Rizzo. A coldhearted man who's feared by all. Including me. Turns out my stepbrother owes the Cosa Nostra money, and I'm being used to repay his debt to Angelo Rizzo. Do I have a choice? No. Not when it comes to matters concerning the Cosa Nostra. Three hours later, I have a new shiny wedding ring on my finger and a husband I'm terrified of standing by my side. Yep, my life just took a turn for the worse.

Drowning in the murky waters of the mafia, I’m determined to find a way out. I have my sights set on becoming a film producer and won’t let anything or anyone stand in my way. Then my mother marries a retired Godfather, and I get the head of the Greek mafia as a stepbrother. Nikolas Stathoulis is set on ruining my well-laid plans. His ruthless reputation has me running for the safety of my apartment. But he’s always there. On campus. In my apartment. Expecting me to play by his rules.

Mia Stanbury is the quintessential girl next door: smart, beautiful, and determined. She’s got it all going on. Is it any wonder that she’s been on my radar for as long as I can remember? We’re talking middle school, folks. I’ll admit that I’ve made a few boneheaded mistakes as far as she’s concerned, but what can I say? I’m a dude. Sometimes I think with the wrong head. We’ll just chalk it up to one of the hazards of having a Y chromosome and leave it at that.

Lucy Phillips doesn’t want to spend her Christmas vacation dodging her ex-boyfriend, so when he turns up at the airport to give her a ride home, Lucy panics and asks a complete stranger to kiss her. Although the kiss is incredible, Lucy never expects to see the guy again. Is it bad luck or destiny when Lucy comes down with a sore throat and the new doctor in Snow Valley is none other than Cole Taggart, the guy she kissed at the airport?

At the office, Samantha is mouthy AF and hellbent on testing my patience. So you can imagine my surprise when my new personal assistant walked into my club with a very specific fantasy. When the man Samantha's paired with doesn't stick to the rules, I step in to take his place. Wearing a mask protects my identity, and soon, the little wildcat from the office is telling me all her darkest secrets and fantasies.

All I want to do is look after my dad, so when I land the job of a lifetime that will take care of our expenses, I grab at the chance with both hands. Little do I know, the impossible will be expected of me. Slowly my smile fades and my laughter dies, until all that's left is the broken puppet my personal hell created. Liam Byrne, the head of the Irish mafia, returns from a business trip and I expect my hellish nightmare to increase ten-fold. Brutal, merciless, and dangerous, Liam is feared by all, even the monster intent on killing my soul. Turns out I was wrong.

Seventeen years after the events in Under Your Scars, Caroline makes her yearly visit to Meridian City and is taken on a heartbreaking and bittersweet journey that gives her something she's been searching for her entire life: closure.

You never dream of anything because you don’t just get to stop working for the Polish mafia. But you can be stolen from them. Well, kind of. When Gabriel Demir, head of the Turkish mafia, attacks my boss, I’m caught in the crossfire. I’m taken captive, interrogated, and soon find myself in the position of maid again. Only this time, it’s for the Turkish instead of Polish.

What happens when you're injured and stuck with the one man who makes your blood heat in a way you've never experienced before? I've been on a path to redemption. Kayce Wilder, former screw-up. The bareback bronc rider with big dreams. I had it all figured out. Only, I didn't count on a ride gone wrong to leave me with no other option than to ask for his help. Zeke Rainer. Raine. The gruff cowboy covered in tattoos, surrounded by mysteries.

My family rules the world, and I always get everything my heart desires. Well, almost everything. Okay, so there’s one thing I can’t have: Luca Cotroni. Rude, arrogant, and demanding as hell, he’s the man I lust after and despise more than anything. After a wild birthday party where I clearly had too many drinks, I wake up next to Luca wearing his ring...a wedding ring. Who accidentally gets married to the head of the Italian mafia? Me. A bratva princess.

My mother is a lost cause I can't get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water. To ease the stress bearing down on my shoulders, I like to dance. Working as a janitor at a ballet company makes it easy for me to steal thirty minutes at night when the place is empty. Or so I thought. Just my luck that the dangerously handsome owner catches me red-handed. He thinks I'm a hardworking ballerina, and I don't bother correcting him... because, you know, I'd like to keep my job.

Professor Sutton Dupont's tenure at Avernia College is as complicated as his family's bloody history. Still, when the most irresistible temptation he's ever faced slinks into his classroom, Sutton finds himself desperate enough to risk it all. After years of trying to make a name for herself in Hollywood, Elle Anderson winds up a college freshman at twenty-five, running from her past and lying to everyone she knows—especially the green-eyed professor whose forbidden kiss has her starving for more.

When the Capo dei Capi of the Cosa Nostra comes to Sicily to give his approval for his cousin, Stefano, to take me as his bride, I know my fate is all but sealed. Marrying Stefano is the last thing I want, but being a woman, I don't have a say in the matter. Damiano Falco is merciless and rules the Cosa Nostra with an iron fist. Everyone fears him and won't dare go against him. I'm still trying to accept that I'll have no choice but to marry Stefano when Damiano utters the last word anyone expects to hear. "No." He doesn't give his approval, nor does he offer any explanation.

After the Priesthood wipes out my family, I find myself kidnapped and held prisoner by the head of the Bratva—a man as charming as he is terrifying. My days are filled with chaotic emotions and fear. With time, I realize Viktor Vetrov wants more than just my obedience. He wants all of me, but I refuse to fall for his filthy promises of ecstasy. The instant I gain my freedom, I run straight back to the Cosa Nostra. But I quickly learn that there are worse monsters in the world than the one who held me captive.

Asher Anderson is angry―at the world, at himself, at the way his best friend Lucy Wolfe seems determined to tune out this buzzing connection between them. He doesn't mean to solve all his problems with violence, but maybe he has too much of his father in him. That's why the faculty at Avernia College hates him, right? Because of the "evil" blood in his veins?

When a mysterious man rescues her from near death, a young woman finds herself in the throes of a dark and dangerous storybook romance, where pleasure reigns but happy endings are no guarantee.

When I finally get a life-saving kidney transplant, I think the worst is behind me. Boy, am I wrong. I start feeling eyes on me wherever I go. I'm being watched. Stalked. Hunted. It's downright scary. Then, the hunter steps out of the shadows, and my life implodes. I'm taken by Renzo Torrisi, a dangerous and unforgiving man.

Theo Graham is charming. Sweet. Absolutely gorgeous. But I’m not a little girl anymore. I shouldn’t want him. I can’t have him. I should know better than to want my best friend’s dad. My best friend is Theo’s son, who may or may not have had feelings for me on and off for the past eight years. Wanting my best friend’s dad was the one secret that was never supposed to come out. Except now, he wants me too.

One incredible weekend in Maine, and Beckett Porter is officially a distracted man. He’s not unfamiliar with hot and heavy flings. He knows how it goes. But Evie wove some sort of magic over him during their tumble in the sheets. He can’t stop thinking about her laugh, her hand pressed flat against his chest, her smiling mouth. So when she suddenly appears on his farm as part of a social media contest, he is confused. He had no idea that the sweet and sexy woman he met at a bar is actually a global phenomenon: social media influencer Evelyn St. James.

How did I find myself sharing a tent with my obnoxious—albeit gorgeous—neighbor, Isabella Romero? It all started with a stupid bet. All I had to do in order to win was something unpredictable. (Which my brother thought was impossible for the ever-boring David Windell). Well, I showed him . . . by booking a trek in the Andes Mountains to see Machu Picchu. When the brochure for the expedition mysteriously appeared on my front porch, it was like fate interceded: I could win the bet while simultaneously getting a vacation from my irritating neighbor.