Showing results for "Skin" in Contemporary

Ivan thought the world was through giving him second chances. Who'd want a rough ex-con with a savior complex and a bad habit of bringing home helpless strays? Everyone in Blackwood, Virginia, knew he wasn't good enough for the fine things in life; they knew he was too damaged to save. He just needed to keep his head down, work himself to the bone, and pretend he was content with the lot he was given. Until she came into his life.

Beautiful and talented Chantel O’Hurley makes box office gold with every starring role. But fame and fortune come with a price: fans. While most of them are just average folks looking for an autograph or a photo op, there’s one fan who desires more and won’t take no for an answer. As his behavior becomes more threatening, Chantel reluctantly hires hardboiled P.I. Quinn Doran as a bodyguard. Initially unable to see past his client’s Hollywood glitz and glamor, Quinn realizes Chantel’s appearance is deceiving—and that there’s a tale of romantic suspense building between them.

When unrequited love leaves Dylan Hart sleepless and nursing his wounds, instinct draws him to the one place he's found mindless respite in the past - Lovato's. It's a place for every fantasy, where a night of insane NSA sex brings relief. It should be a perfect escape, and for one magical night it seems that way, but then worlds collide, and reality bites when Dylan's hookup desperately needs a friend.

Trapped in nightmares from my past, the only comfort I find is in gifts from the man who killed my mother's killer—presents wrapped in a body bag and delivered to the morgue for me to examine. From the first time I saw his mark, I knew I had to keep my killer safe, had to keep his work a secret for me and me alone. Every body is a love letter, and I'm the only one who can read them.

I didn’t know the guy I picked up in the bar last night was Hero’s son. To be fair, he didn’t even know he had a son until today. I guess we’re all just scrambling to put on our poker faces. Keeping my hands off of Milo is hard enough thanks to his lickable dimple, flirty smiles, and virgin skin. But I swear this has to be a test. Why else would Hero insist that his son come to live with me? And why is it so hard for Milo to just keep his clothes on already?

Nascar Champion, Shane Davis had it all-money, fast cars and even faster women until a fiery crash at the Daytona 500 changed everything in a flaming instant. Shane never intends to get married; not with the way he looks now. He knew no woman could ever love him and wasn't about to find out if he was wrong. But when he needed a woman in his life to play a pretend girlfriend for a few short weeks, he selected the one he felt would suit his needs with no strings attached: Angela Neil.

Hugo Burrows has life under control. He has a decent job, a long-term relationship and a flat in Canary Wharf. It’s all under control. It’s just becoming a little problematic trying to hold everything together. Keeping the bruises on his skin hidden away. A smile plastered on his face. Controlling the calories he allows himself to consume. And now his boss is on his back with too many questions, and the grumpy French head chef keeps staring at him like he’s a freak or something. Everything is under control. It has to be.

Ich bin ein Serienkiller. Das hier ist meine Geschichte. Ich erzähle dir von meinen Taten, von meinen Ideen, davon, was mich zu dem gemacht hat. Ich möchte, dass du an meiner Seite bist, während ich mein nächstes Opfer finde. Und ich will, dass du dabei mitwirkst. Sieh nicht nur zu.

I always remember Scarlett as the one-night-stand who got away from me. I fell in love; she took off. It feels like a lifetime ago now, though. I traded in my guitar for a needle, working at St. Skin, bringing other people's stories to life through tattoos. Though I still think about her, I know I'll never see her again. But I never knew that after she left our one night, she left pregnant.

Lacey wasn't the one that got away - she was the one I let go. The one I made a promise to see and to love again. And each year on the same day I bring a ring to our spot and wait. And each year Lacey never shows. I tell myself this year is the last year. I need to move on, move forward, and let her go for good.

Samantha discovers that you can find love in the oddest of places—even in a tattoo studio.

When Brian "Brin" Schubert's condo floods, he takes his co-worker up on the offer to stay on his crappy futon for a while. The last thing he expects is for his friend's roommate to be the one guy he despises the most. The same guy who stomped on his heart senior year of high school. And by the looks of the girl on his arm, the same man who's still deep inside the closet. Nicholas Dell never predicted that 11 years later, one of his greatest regrets would show up on his doorstep down on his luck.

At first, he fights the attraction between us almost as hard as I do. But when words like destiny and soulmate whisper through my thoughts, how can I ignore them? He can have any girl he wants, but he looks at me as if I'm the girl he's waited for his whole life. How can I tell him I'm not that girl? I wish I were enough for him, wish I were whole. But beneath my facade, I've been falling to pieces for a long time, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to resist the downward momentum.

Think about it - in one swing of fate's hammer, I lost everything. The love I knew. The love I was going to know. Everything. I signed the divorce papers only because she signed them first. She wanted out. My heart was shattered. It was supposed to give us a chance to start over. There was only one problem. I wasn't done loving her.

There’s only so many times a heart can break. One day, it will be okay, but it'll heal all wrong. It’ll heal with you outside of it. Eight months have gone, and Kabir still hasn’t moved on from the woman he still loves. Red's name is like a song on replay in his mind. He brings home women who are like her every night, but the next morning, he wakes up empty.

Past skeletons have a way of resurfacing despite our most diligent attempts to bury them away. Thirty years have elapsed since Adán and Eva reveled in their first love amid 1980s union strife in the Mexican port of Tampico. Flash forward to the present. Tampico is engulfed in yet another war, this one brought on by the drug trade. The former lovers find their way into each other’s arms again as the setting shifts from Los Angeles to Washington, DC, New York to Costa Rica and the Guatemalan jungle.

With a camera in my face, a single picture is taken, and my life is forever changed. Worst part is that I didn't even see who took my picture. At least not until I walk into St. Skin and see her standing there with a camera. The woman hired to take pictures at St. Skin while the business continues to grow. So my sanctuary from my secrets and my past are now under threat, leaving me on edge. And everywhere I go, she's there, waiting to take my picture.

My name's on the neon sign above the tattoo shop, but her name's forever tattooed on my heart. I grew up with the nickname "Saint" and opened St. Skin with the dream of marrying Kate and living a good life. But that dream died years ago. Now I'm heading back to Hundred Falls Valley to stake my claim to the shop...and to Kate's heart. The last thing I expect is for her to have a kid.

Desde las luchas sindicales de los años 80 en el puerto de Tampico a la violencia que aflige al pueblo mexicano en la actualidad, esta historia de equívocos, sospechas, secretos, asesinatos, amor y odio determinará las vidas de dos seres muy dispares a los que el destino se empeña en unir contra toda circunstancia.

Football players s*ck. A bunch of cocky, lying cheaters who think they’re god’s gift to women, just like my dear old dad. I’ve managed to avoid them my whole college career, until now. I just got assigned to be wide receiver Callum Samskevitch’s physical therapist. Pro: It will be great to add to my resume. Con: I have to see him. Every. Single. Day. Which would be fine... if he wasn’t so dang sexy.