Résultats pour "Michael Stewart" dans Contemporain

En débarquant dans la nouvelle vie de Cecelia, Tobias lui fait le serment qu'il va la reconquérir. Le combat n'est pas gagné : en dépit de la furieuse attirance qu'elle éprouve pour lui, la jeune femme n'est pas disposée à lui ouvrir les bras et à lui confier de nouveau son cœur. S'il veut avoir une chance, Tobias doit museler son instinct de contrôle et cesser ses dissimulations. Lui qui a toujours vécu dans le culte du secret va peu à peu se dévoiler, livrant même à Cecelia des clés sur son passé et sur leur relation.

Juliet Manchester is America's best-loved movie starlet. But when a nasty divorce and a sex-tape scandal threaten to tarnish her spotless good-girl reputation, she turns to costar Ryan McDonnell to help distract the media with a passionate (and completely fake) new romance. The only problem? They're both in love with other people.

"Et puisque je dois me damner, autant savourer la brûlure des flammes." Depuis que Sean et Dominic ont brutalement coupé les ponts, Cecelia se morfond à Triple Falls en attendant la fin de son séjour forcé. Et en même temps, elle ne peut s'empêcher de penser à ses deux amants et à l'été de rêve qu'ils ont partagé. Un jour débarque chez elle l'homme responsable de leur silence : le Français. Et il ne cache pas l'intensité de la haine que Cecelia lui inspire. Car elle est en position de bouleverser les plans que l'organisation Ravenhood met en place depuis des années.

When Katherine Fraser's husband Craig mysteriously disappears, she is beset by problems: two children to raise, frightening expenses, and no job. Judith Michael adds to this classic dilemma the glamour and intrigue of Craig's wealthy, prestigious, feuding San Francisco family for a fascinating and compassionate story of one woman's self-discovery.

I had it all. Killer job, to-die-for apartment overlooking the Hudson, and the successful, doting boyfriend. Well, he was successful, at least. Guys who dote don't break up with you via Post-It. After that, I did the one thing I swore I'd never do. I went home to the smallest small town there is - a place so backward my family was still engaging in a hundreds-of-years-old feud with the Tuckers. Maybe it had evolved from the days of shooting one another to slightly more benign things, like filling family stores with crickets and moving a two-ton moose around town.

Finding myself over 30 and divorced, living in the same small town where I grew up, was not exactly the fast track to personal success. So I took action. I landed a job with a bigger practice in a big city where I'd find more opportunities at work, and hopefully in my social life. I was ready to move on. But when Cormac Whitewood and his adorable daughters came into my life, suddenly my big plans didn't seem so shiny and exciting. Suddenly, I was finding myself drawn to the lonely widower, wishing for more time with him.