Risultati letto da "Dan Calley" in Romanzo d'amore

Ryak is a strong, silent, drop-dead gorgeous alien warrior, and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. But when he needs a fake mate, it means he's going to have to choose me. I'm the only human female not yet attached to a winged alien warrior on this dystopian planet. I'm the only one who can carry off the pretense of being his mate at the gathering of the species where the fate of this world will be decided. The Gryn are expected to send a mated warrior and that's where I come in.

London, 2053. One of the last remaining civilizations in the world. A decade on from the first wave of human-flesh-craving monsters that wiped out most of society, Noah finds himself stepping up to lead Squad E, part of London's East Regiment, fighting back against the creatures that threaten mankind. But between battling monsters, struggling with grief, and his rivalry with another lieutenant, Noah is sinking, fast. The last thing he needs is a young, weak conscript with an attitude problem to add to his issues. Especially when he can't seem to get him out of his head.

Myk is the rogue alien warrior's brooding weapons master. Fresh from his hell-like forge, he's the definition of an alien angel of death. He thinks he knows what will heal him. He wants a child. And he's chosen me to fulfil this desire. I can't deny that there's something about Myk that calls to my bruised heart. An alien bad boy who needs my help. But do I want to give him my body, when all I want to do is feed his soul? Can I enter into this arrangement without risking everything . . . again?

He's a terrifying brute of a male that I can't help but fear. Ripped away from Earth and everything I know, I'm stuck in a lair of alien warriors, including him. The one that stares at me, threatens me. Hates me. Until he brings me his broken feather and asks me to mend him. What else can I do? Back home, I was a falconer, training and taming birds of prey. What are the chances I can tame this fearsome predator, before he decides I'm his next meal?

When life gets too much, and you need a release, the poison that might kill you becomes oh-so-tempting. I craved his body, his smirk, his laughter as he pushed me to my limits. I needed him. Just once. Just one night. That's what I told myself. No strings, no illusions, no promises. Nothing but the lasting thrill of his flesh on mine. But when poison runs through your veins the way he runs through mine, it's toxic and eats you alive. And this much passion always comes at a price...

I only went out to the supermarket. Then I was abducted. By aliens. Freaking aliens! What the hell? So now I'm on another planet, at the mercy of one massive alien predator . . . And what an alien he is! Big muscles everywhere, handsome, winged, and with a burning desire to eat me. Whole. Jyr is the leader of a fearsome alien species known as the Gryn. Dark and dangerous, winged and clawed, these predators need females, and he believes he already owns me.

When your eyes land on a complete stranger on the train, and the world around you stops. When the stranger says hello, and your heart stops, too. When the universe answers your prayers and he's there, next day, on the train. A man so powerful—brooding with darkness and secrets. I knew there was going to be more. I wanted more. When the stranger is reading one of your favorite novels, and you're reading one of his. When you think the universe can't be any kinder, but it truly delivers the jackpot of all jackpots and two opposite worlds collide, as though it was meant to be.

One demon. One angel. A relationship that's failed so many times. Could it really be just one human they've been missing?

Meet Kyt, the rogue alien warrior version of a playboy. He's all devilish good looks and angelic alien badness. He lives for the party, until my nearly catastrophic error means he's put in charge of me. Playboy no longer, he's just become the boss from hell and he's in the perfect position to ensure I do his every bidding. If I don't please him, and we don't manage to break the sentient AI that controls all organic life on this planet, then we're both in a whole heap of trouble.

It should've been a dream. A new life on the coast, running a beautiful country hotel with my husband. It should have been everything I'd ever wanted. Worth every scrap of investment. A hotel business we'd sunken every single penny we owned into, only to find out there was a big chain rival opening just a stone's throw away. Slowly, day by day, the dream became a nightmare. Bills. So many bills. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning. No way out in sight. Until there was him. The man at the bar. The man with a proposition we should never have considered in a thousand years.

I'm not the obvious choice to run Burlington's coolest wine bar - quiet, brooding, clueless about tannin content, and always one wrong turn away from another downward spiral. But no one seems to mind that I'm a wreck. Besides me. I just focus on getting through each shift until the night a beautiful stranger appears, looking as lost and damaged as I feel.

Can loving someone kill you? I feel like the world is ending every time I look at them. Cam. My brother. My president. He's the love of my life. And then there's Alexei. I didn't know I could feel this way about one person, let alone two. But I think of him in every breath I breathe for Cam. Every thundering beat of my heart. Because there is no Cam without him. There is no me. My life wasn't worth living until I found something worth dying for. And I'd die for them a thousand times.

Opposites attract. The outlaw biker and the accountant. Straightlaced vs straight to hell. Or heaven, depending on how you look at it. And you can look at it any way you like, doesn't mean it's true. Either way, falling for snarky Alexei Ivanov is the lightbulb moment I've been waiting for my whole damn life. Or at least since my head got turned by someone else. A man I call brother, but he's so much more than that.

As the captain of Manchester Athletic, I know exactly what persona the media and fans need to see. Everything else is behind tightly closed bedroom doors. I didn't have a pretty childhood. I'm all kinds of broken. The only relationships I have contain boundaries, non-disclosure agreements, and safe words. My best friend and teammate is one of the few people who knows about what I do in private. My problem? The one woman I think I can fall in love with—his sister.

As a footballer, my first touch of the ball was key. Control, timing, dexterity and skill were all needed to ensure I scored. I figured it wouldn't be dissimilar in a relationship, only even though I was one of Manchester Athletic's star players, I didn't actually know for sure. I'd never had a girlfriend. I'd never, you know—scored. I trained, I joked with my teammates, I helped my mum out with my cousins who she was bringing up. I was studying for a degree, even though it was going to take me years to get it. I hung around at Kitty's café. The coffee was good, but coffee wasn't my thing.

As Manchester Athletic's record signing, I should be basking in the adoration of fans and enjoying the perks that come with the job. Only that's never been my style. I keep a low profile and stay focused on doing my job. A chance one-night stand on my way back from the States is about as anonymous as I can make it. She had no idea who I was, and I was pretty sure she gave me a fake name too. No numbers were exchanged, and we headed back to our so-called ordinary lives. The chance of a repeat should've been zero. Until we meet again in Manchester.

Single dad. Goalkeeper. Widower. Nate Morris is Manchester Athletic's starting keeper and resident good guy. He trains, works out and looks after his daughters. My job isn't to stare unless it's in a professional capacity, and I've sworn off footballers. As one of the team's physios, my hands on job, is very hands off. Until the flirting starts.

It's three in the morning, and we're in her bed. My body throbs from his mouth on me, my blood still whooshing in my ears. I want to make him feel like this, so I can drown in it. So I can drown in him. Goddamn, I want to suffocate in every fiber of Locke Halliwell with the woman I love at my side. He has me fragile already. She has me in pieces at her feet. And man alive, I wish that was all I had to worry about. But this life. It's vicious. It's deadly. And if I can't protect every soul I've ever loved from the past, the future is already in ashes at my feet.

When Vic Marlow agrees to spend December helping out his best friend, he doesn't expect to run into an old flame. He's there to work and be with family, not take a trip—albeit a tall, built, sexy one—down memory lane. Sean Richmond left his past behind nineteen years ago. He's worked hard at putting that life behind him, so it's a shock when it suddenly shows up in the little Peak District village he calls home. With the magic of Christmas in the air, the festive spirit sparks a fire that never quite died. Maybe this is their chance to explore what fate stole from them all those years ago.

If a no-strings hookup is required, then I'm the perfect guy. When I meet Danny, I can't believe my luck. A sexy wolf shifter who's also a fireman? Who runs from relationships just as fast as I do? Sign me up. The night that follows is one for the history books and the best part? Neither of us is looking for a repeat. That doesn't mean we won't see each other again. Without even realizing it, we become friends. Friends who do everything together. Everything with Danny is perfect, but when I start to yearn for more from my hookups, I know something needs to change.