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.

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.

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?

Ronald 'Knight' McKnight was the meanest, most misunderstood boy at Peach State High School...perhaps on the entire planet. Knight hated everyone, except for me, BB - the perky, quirky punk chick with the locker next to his. I, on the other hand, liked everybody...except for Knight. I was scared to death of him, actually. All I wanted was to marry a Prince Eric-lookalike Lance Hightower and have a million of his babies. Unfortunately for me, Knight was even better at getting his way than I was, and once he got under my skin, my life would never be the same.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Meeting Jackson Steele was a shock to my senses. Confident and commanding, he could take charge of any room...or any woman. And he hungered for me. Our bond was immediate, our passion untamed. I wanted to surrender completely, but I couldn't risk him knowing the truth about my past. Yet Jackson carried secrets too, and in our desire we found our escape. Learning to trust is never easy. My mind told me to run. But heart had never felt a fire this strong - one that could save me...or scar me forever.

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.

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.

Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks are back in the powerful finale of a provocative, sizzling-hot trilogy set in the world of J. Kenner’s beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me. He’s the only man I’ve ever loved, and the one man I can’t bear to lose. Jackson Steele is...

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.