Showing results for "The Romantic Generation" in Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

The first time Avery Flynn saw Derek Roberts, she was photographing him for the first annual Kilgore Police Department SWAT calendar. He was leaned back in his squad car, shirtless, and giving her a smile that was completely between them. A smile that hinted at what he wanted to do to her later. When she scrounges up the courage to ask him out after the photoshoot, he laughs in her face. Well, screw you, too, Mr. February.

Dark romance books were always my favorite. Now I'm living one. Thanks to Joker, a man I fell in love with hard. He wooed me with lies, told me everything I wanted to hear and more. Then he chained me up in a room and promised he'll break me. To get revenge on my father.

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.

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.

I shouldn't have even looked at her, and I sure as f*** shouldn't have kissed her. That's when things started to get messy. Her father hated me and believed I was out to screw over his club, but I wasn't. I had no loyalty to the person who left me for dead and soon enough Zane would have to see that. I wasn't just Zane's prisoner anymore, I became one to Sydney's heart. It didn't matter how much her father took his rage out on me, I wasn't going to stop caring for her.

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.

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…

Sa vie n'est pas un conte de fée : c'est un épisode de Sons of Anarchy. Ghost : Quand on ne connaît pas le fonctionnement d'un MC, on ne comprend pas tout de suite les relations entre les membres. On ne réalise pas que les liens familiaux dépassent ceux du sang. Là où on place la loyauté au-dessus de tout, on nous catalogue immédiatement comme des hors-la-loi. Quand on colle un patch avec notre nom sur le cuir d'une régulière, on passe pour des machos.

Il y a les cicatrices qu'on voit... et celles qu'on dissimule. Hannah : Un instant, je réalise à quel point je suis chanceuse d'être si bien entourée par cette immense famille. Et celui d'après, je me rappelle qu'un trou béant creuse ma poitrine et qu'il m'a rejetée. Les émotions que ce constat réveille se bousculent en moi sans délicatesse, m'empêchant de me décider sur une question pourtant très simple. Suis-je heureuse ?

You know how the story ends. Now, it’s time to learn how it all began as Conan, Viking, Butch, Lenny, Doc, and the perennial bad guy, Beast finally have their say.

Sierra started writing to soldiers overseas through the soldier pen pal program when she was in high school. Years later, she had no idea that the one soldier that she’d been paired up with in the very beginning would be the one man that would change her world eight years down the road.

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 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.

The moment that Caro wakes up, she knows that she’s not alone. One thump-thump from the living room and she quickly moves into action. One 9-1-1 call later, and she’s ready to defend herself. Only, she gets more than she bargains for when she steps out into her living room and comes face to face with a living, breathing nightmare. And isn’t it just fitting that the man that saves her by coming down the chimney with a large black gun in his hand is named Saint Nicholas?