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Beim Einloggen in die WELT fliehen Startum Eisenwolf und seine Freunde gerade noch rechtzeitig aus Palnisdale vor den nördlichen Invasoren. Ihre einzige Chance zu überleben besteht darin, der Orkhorde irgendwie lange genug vorauszueilen, um die Schiffe erreichen zu können, die in Darom auf sie warten. Ein nahezu unmögliches Vorhaben, da die Hafenstadt fast zwei Tagesmärsche entfernt ist. Irgendwie muss Startum einen Weg finden, das Unmögliche zu vollbringen oder er wird alles verlieren.

When the aliens who kidnapped me dropped my bubble into the ocean of an alien moon, I really thought I was a goner. I thanked my lucky stars when Kitaico, a bizarrely hot tentacled alien rescued me from what would have surely been a watery grave. There's one big problem though, I accidentally took his mating sting. So, through no fault of his own, we both have to deal with my forced heats thanks to his venom. Can I fight my chemical induced attraction enough to work out if I want to spend forever with Kitaico?

I’m used to demons and voodoo. What I was not prepared for was my life turning into a fairytale, complete with the Wicked Step Mother. My awful step mother is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She’s always hated me for being a Succubus. It just got a hundred times worse after my father died mysteriously. I inherited the family company, but I can’t remove her as VP because she’s made the entire board into her zombies.

Life in the swamp can't get any better for Liona and Beck. That's until Beck pops a big question that forces Liona to face some unfinished business. She heads back to LA but Beck isn't too far behind, this time looking less like an ogre thanks to some help from Winston the Wizard. Will magic be enough for Beck to get Liona to stay in his swamp forever?

Returning to my hometown, to normalcy, after all I've been through feels strange, to say the least. Returning to the friends and family who have all moved on with their lives while I'm still trapped with demons of my past haunting me is the worst kind of torment. I'm safe now. Lydia, the woman who stole me when I was just nine years old, is in prison. I'm free. But I don't feel free. I don't even know who I am anymore. The child I was is dead, and the man I've become is lost.

All is not as it seems in Neverland. As for Peter & Hook… I know the secret most don't. The real truth behind the myth. The hidden wonder you've never known disguised as the notorious legend.

For centuries, Vaelor Wrynwood has kept his circle small and his love life smaller. While he once dreamed of being an artist, alive and free, that was a lifetime ago. Now, his heart belongs to his people, and there isn't room for anything—or anyone—else.

Being forced to mate with a Darvasson male is my greatest fear. The powerful aliens already took my sister, and the thought of leaving my widowed mother all alone breaks my heart. But the Darvassons are helping ensure the survival of humankind, and they expect compensation.

Lou just found out he’s got a rare cancer, and only has a few months left to live. He’s naturally distraught for a few days, and then he gets a call from an experimental research facility. They’ve been testing a ‘cure’ for that specific cancer, and Lou has been accepted into the trial. He’s not ready to celebrate yet, but he’s hopeful… though the trial is much stranger than he expected, involving a wet-nurse instead of an injection.

Blackmailed and claimed before the whole academy, the Kingsman pack stole me from my mates and kept my scent for themselves. Now, struggling to fit in in class, I only have one friend, and I’m forced to watch, every day, as my mates fall for her. But these alphas’ obsessions sink their claws deep, blurring right from wrong. Dusk, Umbra, and Ransom are flipping the script, and it’s making me wonder the impossible: Did they steal me from my dreams after all?

I'm an omega left behind. I’m damaged, forced to hide my nature, with a scent that can turn alphas violent. I was told there would be no normal, no friends, or dream pack waiting in the distance. But I have one last chance at love. Tomorrow, at the academy ball, my scent blockers will fade. My mates—the ones I was told I would never have—will see me.

Abruptly taken from her normal existence on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Ismini Harrovnian is thrust into a reality where dimensions beyond her wildest dreams intertwine, and where gods reign with both power and anguish. An ancient promise binds her fate—a promise made by Dyletri, the God of Lust, who lost the woman he loved. In his grief-fueled desperation, he agreed to sacrifice Ismini in the distant future. As Ismini grapples with her new reality, she is confronted by a shocking revelation—she carries a mysterious illness.

Operating a piece of heavy machinery, for example, a time machine under the influence of tainted human blood, is never a good idea, especially if my oldest friend and onboard computer, Lasitor, vowed to protect not only me but my bloodline for eternity. This is my story. If you haven't figured that out by now, I feel sorry for you and your parents. Anyhow, this is how I found my soulmate by accident in a time and place not written down in your human history books.

My life as a marine biologist takes a slippery turn when I mistake a Cthulhu for an octopus, only to find him seated across from me on date night. Now, every time I turn around, he's there. Watching. Winking. Waiting until I succumb to his charm. But I'm not ready for love. I have my studies, a mission to save the ocean, and a secret darker than the deepest depths of the sea.

Relatos del escritor peruano Fernando Iwasaki, considerado actualmente uno de los escritores más interesantes y consolidados de la literatura en castellano. "A principios de los noventa y recién cumplidos los treinta, escribí estos relatos que entonces me parecieron eróticos. No obstante, ahora que tengo cuarentaitantos he descubierto que sólo eran literatura fantástica. Por eso "Helarte de amar" no es una colección de cuentos eróticos, sino un hatajo de disparates sexuales. Un libro de ciencia-fricción".

Packende Romantasy mit Spice und epischen Kämpfen. "Für immer besteht aus vielen kleinen Momenten im Jetzt. Du kannst es nicht einfach zurücknehmen oder gehen." Ausgerechnet an Reed hat Eve ihr Herz verloren. An jenen Mann, der sie dem König von Nives ausgeliefert hat. Doch Reed beteuert, einen Plan zu haben. Eve weigert sich allerdings, ihm zu glauben. Als jedoch das Leben ihrer Freunde und das Schicksal Tynans auf dem Spiel steht, hat sie keine Wahl, als ihm zu vertrauen. Unter einer Bedingung will sie Reed noch eine Chance geben: Wenn er ihr all seine Geheimnisse verrät.

What's better than being fated to one shifter? Being mated to THREE! Come along as these shifters find their fated mate! If you love reverse harem romances with growly alpha heroes and curvy heroines, then this series is for you!

As an heiress, I have a legacy to live up to and I’m not sure what to do. But when I become engaged to an alien prince, my life flips upside down. My parents keep trying to dictate my life. I don’t know how to get them off of my back, aching for freedom. So, I do the best thing possible and agree to their outrageous demands. Lark, an alien prince who is very handsome and knows how to make me feel things that no one has made me feel before. Lark and I came to an agreement about our engagement, knowing that I wouldn’t fall for him.

Being sold off was one thing that I couldn’t stand. But to be sold as a breeder, it was going to take everything in me to survive. As a breeder, I could not fall in love and my purpose was to create a child. I hate this, not even wanting to do it and I remained defiant to the end. But when I met the alien, I was destined to be ‘bred’ to, something was different about him. Zuko, a gentle but fierce warrior who looked almost human with the body of an Adonis. I see the way he looks at me, but it is not with blind lust. He is proving to me that this is all up to me and my choice in the end.

Maybe Jackson would be different if he were in love. If he were in a relationship. Or, if the world outside this room hadn't fallen into violent chaos, hadn't become a constant war we have no choice but to fight. Maybe he would take his time. Be softer. Gentler. Maybe he would smile or even laugh. Maybe I would be different too. Maybe I wouldn't need his hungry eyes and demanding hands in the dark. But this is how we are together every time. He's not my friend or my boyfriend, but sometimes I go to his room after the sun goes down. I need to.