Showing results for "the-soulmate" in Romantic Suspense

There's a rule in Crowne Hall: never look a Crowne in the eyes. It protects us more than them. I broke it once, the night Grayson Crowne mistook me for his true love and stole my first kiss. I've regretted it every day since. He hates me. He torments me. He won't let me go, because that night he whispered a secret against my lips not meant for me. Grayson Crowne, heir to the Crowne empire and notorious playboy prince is . . . a virgin. I signed a contract in my heart's blood as much as ink: help him get back his love, repair what I broke.

Aeson Turner is a one-night-stand kind of guy. His whole life he's known about the soulmate call, the telepathic connection members of his family have with their soulmates. And he knows he's not ready for the one now maybe not ever. Mercy Wardwell knows she's the one destined to break the curse on her family stopping them from being with their soulmates. But she has a big problem. After generations of Wardwell witches having their hearts broken, she's not interested in a soulmate either.

Nearly ten years. That's how long they'd been companions. Best friends. Soulmates. The knowledge lingered between them, forever unsaid, but thinking of the other as a brother or sister wouldn't change their fate. It hadn't been a problem, not at first. Megan was still his best friend. Still just a kid. Then a pre-teen. Then a teenager, their bond growing with every year. In a blink, the day he dreaded arrived. His eighteenth birthday. Then he became a legal adult, and Megan turned fifteen. Fifteen. To go near her would make him a felon. There was only one choice: to leave.

It's been over six years that the pull to get an education at LSU has ruled Caleb Turner’s life. He didn’t need the degree to succeed, but something deep inside of him demanded he get it. Catching Avery Jones in his arms before she ran smack into him, solved the mystery of why his soul wanted him there. It’s her. She’s the one. He planned to burrow himself inside of her heart before he spoke to her telepathically. Until he saw the engagement ring on her finger.

An animal under the sheets. That’s what his exes claimed about Steven Sinclair on national TV. He’s super successful, scheduled, and has rules about dating. And he’s my soon-to-be sister-in-law Quinn’s brother. I’m only in Chicago for the wedding and to watch my niece for the week...but now he’s staying with me, too. The aching is too much...the heat too hot...the craving on the cusp of exploding. But the sins of his father have consequences in Steven’s life. And that means mine as well.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Holly does, in spite of everything that’s happened in her life. Sometimes the thought that her soulmate is out there is the only thing that keeps her going. Then she hears her favourite song being played in a train station. She’s drawn to where the sound is coming from, as if by a magnetic force. There is a handsome young man sitting at the piano, who smiles at her, and she feels that spark she’s always dreamt of. She asks if she can join him, and sings along, seeing his face light up.

We used to call ourselves The Three Musketeers. I know it's cliché, but we were only kids. They usually took turns being in charge, which was fine with me. I was just happy to go along with them. After all, I thought I was the luckiest little girl in the whole world. Most of my classmates only had one best friend, but I had two: my best friend Izzy and her twin brother. Back then, I hoped things would never change, but that's the problem with more. Once I saw a glimpse of it, it was impossible to stop wanting it. Especially when it came to Shane.

I used to wonder if soul mates existed. I know now they’re real. Our love was true, raw, and deep - our connection, magical. Every day with him was a gift, and I knew it. He was my forever, yet our forever wasn’t long enough. Each second that passes without him hurts, and maybe it always will. They say that time heals all, and I hope they’re right. Perhaps time will save me, or maybe love will. When it comes to soul mates, who’s to say we get just one?