Bøger af Shara Azod

Complete collection of all five of the Chevalier books. Includes: Thierry's Angel: In New Orleans, where old Southern lineages root as deep and tangled as the haughty Cypress, two powerful families become entrenched in a battle to preserve pedigrees. For the past nine years, Thierry Chevalier, the strikingly handsome, well-bred, polished son of one of the oldest, most powerful white families in Louisiana, has been harboring an impassioned desire to captivate the woman of his dreams. His desire, Angelique Dubois. Graceful, delicate and sensually delectable, Angelique seems as unattainable as she is desirous: the daughter of New Orleans' mayor; member of a proud Black Creole family; and engaged to another man. But when opportunity opens, their fates are magnetized. The tempest of passion, power and pride that erupts is more sweeping than a steamy Gulf Coast monsoon. Remy Goes to Therapy: With a family like his, Remy had learned not to take anything too seriously and to never let them see him sweat. He had learned long ago to hide his feelings behind laughter and his desires behind snark. Until Regina. There was something about the lovely doctor that went way beyond having a little fun. She brought out things he didn't know how to deal with and made him face a past he thought dead. Remy decides it is definitely time for some therapy, and he knows just the doctor to see. The Taming of Katrina: Return to New Orleans... On the outside, she is fire and ice. But cool, calm, and collected Katrina Smith isn't all that she seems. Like a rippling pool, waves from her past continue to shake her inside. Aubrey had always been the studious one, but Katrina finds that his depth of knowledge goes far deeper than just books. He knows how to set her body ablaze while calming the storms in her sea. But can their love survive the maelstrom of trouble that finds them? Forever Jade: Jade had forever been seen as the good girl, the one who is always in the shadows, never in the forefront. She may have yearned in her heart, but would never expect to have caught the eye of not one, but two men from the power Chevalier clan. She certainly would never imagine them fighting over her. Although Rance may be the man she has always dreamed of, Didier may be the safer of the two. Especially with someone wanted her away from Rance so badly they were willing to try to kill her to do it. Rance Chevalier had a lot to hide. But not even the darkness of his past can stop him from claiming the woman who set his body and soul on fire. He would fight his own past, the unseen threat to her life and even his own flesh and blood who thinks to take her for his own to make Jade forever his. and, Lessons for Solange: Solange was in trouble. There was no way out, she was caught. Yes, she had been blackmailing her cousin's no-good fiancé, but she had never meant for anyone to get hurt-not physically. Determined not to beg, she would accept her punishment like a woman. That DID NOT mean cowing or begging however, not even to the powerful Chevalier family. Beaumont and Boden knew they had found a rare treasure. All they had to do was break through that shell Solange surrounded herself in. But first they had to get her to trust them with her secrets, and eventually her heart.

Maybe I'm dark, deadly and decadent. I fought my way out of hell. Now I fight for pleasure. I answer to no one, I trust no one. I need no one but my brothers. The O'Shea brothers are on a mission and not even Satan himself dares cross our path. But she did. Sauntering right into my life, switching that delectable behind that was just begging from for me to lay my hand across it. Hard. I want her. Begging and screaming my name and only my name-Shannon O'Shea. Hell itself will tremble if anyone gets in my way.

He had been patient. Too patient. It was past time he laid his eternal burden down. Throughout human history there had never been a time closer to the one in which the curse had been borne. The world was still so far from what it had once been, but the forces of the universe were bringing the elements back into balance. The ancestors would have their due. Ancient wrongs would be righted. The guilty would be punished. But first, two halves of one soul must be reunited. This time what was meant to be would not be stopped. This time love will find a way. This time, he would have rest.

No man would ever control her again, in any situation, ever. Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again. Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever. The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn't just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn't impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious.Maybe just a little taste...Excerpt: "Sir, we've arrived." Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn't even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches. Damn. "It's a hanging tree." Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn't really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. "Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity." Wait, this little person couldn't be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? "My daddy died on that tree." What?She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn't change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue. Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn't have. Who was she? "My mama ain't gonna marry you." Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. "You might as well just turn around and go home." "Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?" Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn't take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes. "Pardon me. My mother isn't going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!" To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir's gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard. Oh, she was perfect! If he were to ever have a child, he would want one exactly like this one. Unafraid, bold and most definitely in control of her own domain, which Nadir didn't have to guess was the Thibodeaux home. She told him as much. The little girl scowled at his laughter, though she didn't really look mad. After a few moments listening to the first burst of uncontrolled laughter Nadir'd experienced since childhood, she shrugged. Shrugged. "I warned you," she sighed mournfully before turning and walking toward the house.

Her scars ran so deep, her soul had been severed in two. Michelene had killed and run-but not far enough, or fast enough. They'd found her. Azriel had but one rule. No attachments. This rule had kept him alive. He'd lived by it-until her. She'd found her savior in a man whose past was even darker than her own and whose soul held shadows of that dark. He made her body explode in ways she'd never imagined possible and gave her heart something she'd long given up... hope. Michelene was his saving grace. The only thing which kept the darkness from consuming him. She was his to protect and cherish. God help anyone who challenged that--because Vengeance would be his.

Rescue Me There was only one chance to get away from the horrible future that awaited her. Deja had to take it, no matter the danger. Sneaking out of the apartment in the middle of the night was not the best choice. The city was full of predators just like the one she was running from. The last person she would ever expect to run into was a man like Dieter von Blucher. Dieter hadn't been a criminal for quite some time. There was no word for men like him. He inhabited a sphere beyond right and wrong. He was a law on to himself. He never expected to be moved by anyone, let alone the beautiful innocent that ran right into his arms on a cold winter night. Save Me Life consisted of surviving-getting through one terrible situation before conquering the next. For Alicia there had always been little choice but to simply endure; first for herself, then for her only child. There was no such thing as a white night in her world. No one was going to save her... Then came Claus..

There was only one chance to get away from the horrible future that awaited her. Deja had to take it, no matter the danger. Sneaking out of the apartment in the middle of the night was not the best choice. The city was full of predators just like the one she was running from. The last person she would ever expect to run into was a man like Dieter von Blucher. Dieter hadn't been a criminal for quite some time. There was no word for men like him. He inhabited a sphere beyond right and wrong. He was a law on to himself. He never expected to be moved by anyone, let alone the beautiful innocent that ran right into his arms on a cold winter night.

Her scars ran so deep, her soul had been severed in two. Michelene had killed and run-but not far enough, or fast enough. They'd found her. Azriel had but one rule. No attachments. This rule had kept him alive. He'd lived by it-until her. She'd found her savior in a man whose past was even darker than her own and whose soul held shadows of that dark. He made her body explode in ways she'd never imagined possible and gave her heart something she'd long given up... hope. Michelene was his saving grace. The only thing which kept the darkness from consuming him. She was his to protect and cherish. God help anyone who challenged that--because Vengeance would be his.

SEQUEL TO RESCUE ME Life consisted of surviving-getting through one terrible situation before conquering the next. For Alicia there had always been little choice but to simply endure; first for herself, then for her only child. There was no such thing as a white night in her world. No one was going to save her... Then came Claus.