Romantic Suspense

Saff, a determined new doctor in the first year of her internship, had clawed her way out of a tumultuous past, only to be dragged back into it when the zombie outbreak hits. Forced to join her estranged father and his band of raiders, she's confronted with the harsh reality that desperation can make monsters out of anyone—even her.

Nobody touches what's mine without deadly consequences, but when the most beautiful woman is brought to face my fury, my dead heart suddenly begins to beat again. There are no fairy tales in this life. Beauty will never fall for the beast. But this monster doesn't intend to let her go. Everybody has a price. It's just a question of currency. My sweet little hacker can't be swayed by money, but she will do whatever it takes to save her family.

Ridley Sawyer knows what it's like to miss someone, to feel like a piece of her vanished—because it happened to her the night her twin sister disappeared. Now, Ridley channels that loss into hope, traveling the country covering cold cases for her true crime podcast. She might not have found justice for her sister but that doesn't stop her from finding it for others. Until Sheriff Colter Brooks gets in her way.

I used to fantasize about meeting a masked madman who would love me endlessly and obsessively. He would look after me in a world where no one else did. He would manipulate all the strings that held up my life until I had exactly the one I wanted. And then one night, I met him. Only he wasn't the hero I always imagined he would be. When we left the forest together that night, I thought I'd escaped the villains relatively unscathed, but my true villain was the man whose arms I felt safest in.

Eighteen years old, a Bratva princess, and Lev Melnikov's daughter. That should be enough to keep me away, but the second I see Natalya all grown up, I know she's mine. I try to fight what I feel for her, but my principessa is determined to bring me to my knees, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get me there.

I crashed a wedding. Got caught by the best man. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby . . . It's Katya's fault. (As per usual.) My BFF despises her ex and wants to hate-watch him marry the woman he left her for. Problem is, she didn't fill me in on that plan . . . until we arrive at the ceremony.

After narrowly escaping death, police officer Robyn Penhaligon leaves behind her life in Boston in search of some answers. Starting with Mac Galbraith, the Scottish father who abandoned her to pursue his career in private security. To reconnect with Mac, Robyn will finally meet a man she's long resented. Lachlan Adair. Hostility instantly brews between Robyn and Lachlan. She thinks the head of the Adair family is high-handed and self-important.

Ever since the first murder, Tessa’s once charming and safe hometown has been infected with suspicion and fear. Back then accusations were made in whispers, but without proof, the killer still walks free. And now it’s possible they’ve struck again. If things weren’t complicated enough, Tessa finds herself forced to stay with the one man she had hoped to avoid. Years ago, Garrett Campbell held her heart until he crushed it. Now, he’s a stranger. He’s also her brother’s best friend.

Brooke Montgomery has struggled ever since her parents died in a tragic accident, leaving her alone and heartbroken at a young age. Working double shifts just to pay the mounting bills was a cycle she seemingly couldn't break from. Until she met him... The charming and handsome surgeon, Noah Wimberly. Dr. Noah Wimberly's first wife, Riya, mysteriously died, yet her body was never found. When Noah meets Brooke, who has an uncanny resemblance to Riya, Noah knows he can't let Brooke go. She's his mid-life crisis. He's her way out.

I loved him from the beginning. In the middle. But maybe not at the end. His love for me was full of possibilities, hopes, and dreams a girl like me wasn't accustomed to. He was a nightmare that cracked and bled through my hands, and I stood there watching as it seeped into the ground. Until him. He put me back together without even knowing he was doing so. And he wasn't even my husband.

I knew the second I saw him, my life would change forever. When my brother offers me as payment to Nico Fury, the king of the Vipers, how can I refuse? Tattooed, built, and tall, he was the only man I saw when I walked into the room. It was like he occupied all the available space, sitting on his throne of blood, sweat, and lies. Nerves assailed me, but I owed my brother too much to let anything happen to him.

My new husband is everything I shouldn't want: dark soul, wicked smile, and a growl that makes me forget my own name. A walking sin in a tailored suit, he's determined to make me pay for my father's betrayal. But the way he claims me like I'm his only redemption tells a different story. Turns out New York's most feared crime lord has a weakness. And apparently, it's me.

Everyone fears them. Except for me. The kings who rule Grove Academy don't scare me, not with their gentle touches, sweet words, and smiles reserved only for me. But maybe... Maybe I should be scared.

Birthdays. I loathed them. Especially when my best friend’s present included a tarot card reading. Skeptical, when I was warned I’d meet a dangerous wolf who would change my life, I laughed. Dating was the last thing on my mind. However, the young woman was right.

Blinded by anger, the man who had sworn to protect me, shot me in a fit of rage when I was only sixteen years old. He thought he killed me. But my job wasn't finished yet. My days are spent as President of the Heavens Guardians MC. Nights are spent searching for the scum of the earth. Rapists, Murderers, Pedophiles. They all answer to me. I thought I'd seen it all. Thought my heart couldn't be any darker. Thought I knew exactly how far I was willing to go. Then a battered and broken woman was found behind our clubhouse, and I realized, I've never had a clue about the monster that lurks within.

Non mi ricordo come mi chiamo. Non so nemmeno come sono arrivato in ospedale. Mi hanno trovato in un vicolo nei bassifondi di Boston. Niente documenti, niente cellulare, niente biglietti da visita. Solo un anello all’anulare sinistro. Dicono che il mio nome è Aleksandr Morozov. Pare che io sia di origini russe e che sia un imprenditore immobiliare di successo. Sono sposato e questa è una certezza perché davanti a me c’è una giovane donna che dichiara di essere mia moglie. Se è davvero così, perché mi guarda con tanto timore negli occhi?

Quand la princesse des quartiers sud de Chicago débarque dans l’université la plus prestigieuse du pays pour débusquer l’ignoble violeur qui terrorise les étudiantes, ça provoque forcément des étincelles... Elvira Petrova, dix-neuf ans, tombe des nues quand l’avocate de la très renommée King’s University lui fait une proposition des plus inattendues contre un " petit " service. Le deal est risqué, mais bien trop tentant pour qu’elle puisse le refuser.

They already killed him, so I know they won’t hesitate to do the same to me. With nowhere to run or hide, I buy a one-way ticket to Milan to audition for Barsetti Lingerie in the hope I can start a new life.

" Bâtarde ! Humaine ! Mortelle ! Aberration ! ". Voici une partie des insultes que je subis à Obadium, pays de terres magiques. Pourquoi ? Parce que je suis mi-humaine mi-sorcière et que durant la cérémonie d’octroi des pouvoirs, je n’en ai reçu aucun. Moi, l’unique sorcière sans don, je suis devenue le symbole de ceux qui sont contre l’union des sorciers avec les humains. Alors pour apaiser les esprits, le roi m’oblige à me présenter chaque été pour passer des tests. Mais à l’aube de mes dix-sept ans, j’en ai assez. Je suis déterminée à réclamer mon statut de simple humaine.

Una rom-com che è molto più di una rom-com: Emily Henry torna a deliziare le lettrici con un romanzo destinato a diventare un classico del romance. Da quando si sono conosciuti, al college, Harriet e Wyn sono sempre stati “la coppia perfetta”: stavano bene insieme come il sale e il pepe, il tè e il miele, il pane e il salame. Poi, chissà perché, le cose sono cambiate. Eppure, nonostante siano passati già cinque mesi dalla rottura, ancora non l’hanno detto ai loro migliori amici. Ed è così che si ritrovano a condividere la stessa stanza (e lo stesso letto!) in un cottage nel Maine.

The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

Grumpy bad-boy tattoo artist, Conor Mac Haol, doesn't trust anyone. Least of all the new girl apprenticing at his beloved Dublin Ink. She is way too pretty and way, way too young. Coming from a broken home, Aurnia has had to grow up faster than most girls. She doesn't need anyone telling her what to do. Least of all Conor, her new (very hot, very muscled, very tattooed, and very, very rude) boss who obviously hates her. But Aurnia's troubles remind Conor too much of his dark past. He becomes obsessed with keeping her safe. Keeping her protected.

I was taken, kidnapped by traffickers, and sold like cattle at a market. All for a magic that runs deep through my family's bloodline. Now Lord Eldrion claims me as his own. Cold and cruel he parades me around as a Lady of not only the citadel but his lands, all while refusing to look me in the eyes when he addresses me. This life is worse than death, where others would embrace the luxury I see it as nothing more than a gilded cage. But there is one person who sees me, who dares to defy Lord Eldrion. He too is a prisoner here, trained and forced to entertain visitors at the citadel.

Wer kennt deine geheimsten Fantasien? Endlich habe ich einen anständigen Mann kennengelernt. Cooper ist nett, zuverlässig, höflich und wird bestimmt den ...

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.