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.

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.

Six years ago, I was supposed to get married. But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before. I might've died in that hotel room... if Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me. Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor—sign me up, right? Wrong. Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed... he was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known. But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done. It was worth it—several times over, if you catch my drift.

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.

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.

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.

¿Qué pasa cuando hay un hombre guapísimo desnudo en tu habitación de hotel? Suena a chiste, pero te aseguro que no lo es. Es el comienzo de una pesadilla. Esto es lo que pasa: En el peor día de mi vida, me gané la lotería. El premio gordo literal, real, de un millón de dólares en el casino Meridian de Las Vegas. El jefe del casino me dio una noche gratis en la suite Zafiro. Subí las escaleras, mareada de incredulidad. Abrí la puerta de mi lujoso nuevo alojamiento...

Sitting on a broken-down train, desperate to reach her brother before his last breath, Kate can barely hold it together as the minutes tick by. But then Theo, a man with a kind smile, offers to help. And as he gets Kate to the hospital on the darkest day of her life, she feels something brighten in her chest. As Kate mends her broken heart, Theo doesn’t leave her side. Each day, he brings small joys to her life. And as she looks into his warm brown eyes, feeling more at peace than she has for years, she knows she has found happiness at last … But then Theo vanishes.

„Was soll das heißen, Sie haben mir das falsche Sperma gegeben?!“ Der Arzt versichert mir, dass er keine Scherze macht. Anstatt die Leihmutter meiner Schwester zu sein … … trage ich das Baby meines Chefs aus. Vor einigen Monaten erklärte ich mich bereit, die Leihmutterschaft für meine Schwester zu übernehmen. Dann starb sie bei einem mysteriösen Unfall. Ich schwor, ihr Kind zu behalten und es aufzuziehen.

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.

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.

What would you do if your father gave away your hand in marriage to settle a gambling debt without your knowledge? Mine did exactly that. But I didn't get married, I conked the guy on the head, kicked my heels off, and hiked up my skirt. 'Chubby legs don't fail me now' is what I muttered just before I fled the little Woodland Church. The only problem is that I may have fled the flames but I jumped right into the fire when I threw myself in the middle of a lonely road into the path of an oncoming car.

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.

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?

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.

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.

When he showed up with a gunshot wound and asked me to lie to the police, I knew I had a decision to make. I could risk my entire career to protect him, or I could do the right thing and turn him in. The choice should have been easy, but it wasn’t. Not when his brother was my friend. Lines were blurred, and suddenly the morals in my life were tipped upside down. We’d been taught to trust those in uniform, but what if the monster standing before me—swearing to keep me safe—wasn’t the bad guy at all?

" 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.

I never should’ve gotten involved with a biker. I just wanted a one night stand. Someone with experience who might make my first time memorable. I should’ve found a nice guy. Instead, I crawled into bed with the Devil himself. Now I need to figure out how to outrun the local MC and the president I let seduce me. It’d be a lot easier if he wasn’t the living embodiment of sin and determined to claim me.

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.

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?"

I was sixteen when I learned a hard lesson. No, it wasn’t a lesson. It was worse. Kidnapped, tortured, abused in the worst of ways… I’d thought my life was over. Until the day my knight in shining armor came to save me. Patriot. Despite how scary he looks, he has to be the kindest man I’ve ever met. He not only rescues damsels in distress, but animals too. Under that hard exterior is a heart of gold. It doesn’t matter that he’s older than me.

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.

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.

Nine years. That’s how long I spent in a relationship wasted on my ex. When my world crumbles apart in front of me, I make a desperate escape. Only now, I’m stuck in a tiny Mississippi town with a dilapidated farmhouse I don’t know how to fix. Enter Adam, the town’s contractor. Finding solace in his expertise and kindness, he might just be the one to help me rebuild more than just my home. But beneath the town’s quaint facade lies a darkness: an untouchable drug lord whose operation has poisoned the very place I now call home.