検索キーワード： 著者 "Ava Ross" すべてのカテゴリー

One minute, I'm solving cases in my small town of Mystic Harbor, and the next, I'm face-to-face with her. Ellie Landish. Witch. Former fiancée. And the biggest "what if" of my life. I still don't understand why she broke my heart three years ago, but now she's back, tangled in a case that reeks of magic and trouble. I should keep it professional, solve her problem, and walk away. But seeing her again stirs up everything I thought I'd buried. And worse? Every time I look at her, I want what we had back.

Reese: Moving back to Mystic Harbor was supposed to be a fresh start, but my welcome wagon has a knack for mischief. First, my blender explodes, then a seagull decides I'm its target. When I think things can't get any weirder, someone scrawls "Leave Town" on my bathroom mirror. To restore my sense of security, I hire a vampire detective named Wolfram to help me track down a potential stalker. Wolf, with his dramatic black cape and surprisingly cute fangs, makes my heart flutter in ways I didn't expect.

The building I'm renovating to turn into a B&B in the cozy coastal town of Mystic Harbor, where humans and monsters live in harmony, is either haunted or someone's trying to sabotage me. After someone rips up my flower beds for the third time, and the local law enforcement can't find any clues, I head to Monsters, PI, where I hire a much-too-gorgeous dragon shifter to determine if I'm a victim of crime or paranormal activity. After someone creeps through my building late at night, Reylor moves in with me to further his investigation.

When my grandmother is arrested for poisoning the members of her social club, I hire Monsters, PI to help clear her name. My case is assigned to an ice lord, Elrik, the guy I met a week ago at a wedding and haven't been able to stop thinking about. As we track down clues and discover there's a lot more going on at Grannie's social club than potluck suppers, I start hoping I can thaw this ice lord's heart. But he was recently burned, and he's not sure if he's ready to try again. Can I convince Elrik to give love another chance?

If I don't find a date for my grandmother's weekend birthday bash, my mother plans to set me up with the relative of a friend who has to be ninety. No thanks. On the spur of the moment, I ask the town's orc blacksmith I've been crushing on for months to go with me. Gunner agrees, and before I know it, we're sneaking away from Grannie's bash to steal a few kisses. Finally, I'm getting to know this sweet, shy blacksmith I'd do almost anything to date for real. After Grannie's weekend event ends, I figure I'll go back to admiring Gunner from afar. But it turns out he's no longer faking.

Elion and I have escaped the evil encroaching on the castle and fled to Elion's ice-covered estate. We're finally together, but the peace we find in his childhood home is short-lived. We spend our days working with friends to restore the true king to the throne—something his son and an evil witch refuse to see happen—and our nights clinging to each other. The clock is ticking. Unless I can end Elion's curse, he'll die. In desperation, I search the kingdom, determined to break the witch's curse before it steals him from me forever. I refuse to lose him.

Wrongfully convicted of murder and sentenced to hard labor on an alien prison planet, I think my life is over. Until my rescue comes in the form of my older brother's best friend, Shaede—a blue-skinned alien who broke my heart years ago. But he gets caught too, and before you know it, we're handcuffed together and locked in a cell with only one bunk.

When the elderly duchess I cared for dies, her slimy son—my ex—tells me he wants me back. Um, no. I flee, and at the Intergalactic Employment Agency, I'm offered a job teaching an alien warlord sophistication so he can woo a mate at the upcoming Match-Mating Soiree. If anyone can domesticate a brute, it's me. In between teaching Forje how to converse politely and dance without crushing his partner's tail, he shares his battle scars and unusual poetry.

After my ex announces his wedding to someone other than me, I'm eager to leave town. A new life and a new job are just what I need to restore my mojo. On the way to my destination, I overnight at a hotel where edible unmentionables and a tattooed orc construction worker rock my world. I sneak out the next morning, figuring I'll never see him again. Until I walk into my new job. That hot orc construction worker? He's my boss.

To secure a human-fae truce, I'm one of five women traveling to their magical kingdom, where we'll be courted by fae aristocracy. We have one month to choose a husband from among them. Only Elion, the arrogant, beastly ice lord, is forbidden. His torturous scars make the other women gasp. His icy words rip them to shreds. His touch is colder than frost. He lurks in the shadows, never coming out into the light. One stolen moment with Elion, and I'm intrigued. A kiss, and I'll do anything to call this brutishly handsome lord mine.

After my ex dumps my possessions on the sidewalk, cleans out our bank account, and steals my landscaping business, I'm once again submitting job applications. It’s that or no roof over my head. With the Intergalactic Employment Agency’s help, I land a position as a gardener for the owners of an off-world alien castle. Other than needing to tackle a rogue vine infesting the front shrubs, it’s an easy job. Best of all, I work alongside Dekrin, a dirty-mouthed fellow gardener who enjoys rolling in mud and wearing low-slung pants.

To raise credits for the local creature shelter, I enter Interstellar Chef. If I win? I'm awarded the catering job of a lifetime and prize money I can donate to the shelter. It won’t be easy—contestants must prepare exquisite meals in dangerous alien locations, and fellow chefs have been known to attack the others. Some competitors don’t make it home alive. All I have to do is avoid my stiffest competition, Thrombuka Nargoth, the brutishly handsome, golden-skinned alien who once left me stranded without my undies in a secluded hallway of a dive bar on Quazar 3.

I was hired to tame alien pets, but my beastly alien boss is determined to tame me. As a pet whisperer, I’ve yet to meet a snarling beast I can’t turn into a purring pussycat. When a billionaire alien living in a castle on an isolated planet posts a job looking for someone to housebreak his pets, I'm confident I can train them to eat out of his hand instead of trying to bite his head off.

Desperate to escape the clutches of the alien lizard mafia, I accept a spur-of-the-moment job offer on a distant planet. A monstrous, grumpy alien is building a new home in a distant colony, and he’s looking for an assistant. He needs me to hold his hammer. I get it. It’s a big hammer. He's a lonely barbarian brute with a gruff exterior, but I soon learn that inside, he's hiding a squishy center. When he unexpectedly enters his mating frenzy, there’s no one around to handle the job—except me. He gives me two options: return home or stay and help him with a whole different kind of nailing.

Savvy: A deadly vine is unleashed on our world, scorching everything in its path. The only solution is to pair up with Skydar—a warrior bad boy in major need of a kick in the you know what. He thinks he can settle our rivalry by staking his claim on me...as his fated mate. Skydar: Life would be complete if only Savvy didn’t irk me. But the more we’re together on a dangerous mission, the more I realize my second heart beats only for her. So all I have to do is save the planet...and convince Savvy she’s my fated mate.

Josie: I moved to Ferlaern to find a new life with my daughter. While the other women get all hot and bothered by the alien brutes we move in with, true love is not for me. But Zetar sure makes my face—and other parts of me—zing. And despite the fact that he irks the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of me, he also makes me dream of what might be hanging out beneath his leather clothing. When I’m kidnapped by the duskhorde, Zetar comes charging to my rescue. He claims I'm his fated mate and that he's here to save me.

Bruge: I’m a serious warlord, not a youngling warrior in need of a mate. Ensuring the duskhorde don’t kill us, and that the clan gathering runs smoothly, is enough to keep me busy. Court an Earthling female? Perhaps later. But when I meet Alexa, my second heart starts beating, proving she’s my maelstrom mate. Now I want her, and the best way to claim her is with an ancient Ferlaern tradition: abduction and seduction. If only my entire village would stop trying to help make it happen.

Durran: The Earthling females are settling into our clan, finding new homes high in the forest's canopy. Matches are being made, but not for me. Scarred as I am, none will ever glance my way. But one Earthling... Rayne's sweet and funny, and I want to scoop her up in my arms and kiss her until she moans my name. To protect my heart, I'll keep busy with my investigation into a new threat to our clan. Someone's harming our trees, and I need to stop them before our way of life is destroyed.

I was stolen by invaders when I was three seasons old and taken to Lord Vunne’s chamber. There, he tried to mold me into a monster. I became fast friends with other youngling males who I soon called my brothers. We protected each other, until Vunne sold us to the Galaxy Games, a series of traps and pitfalls with an elusive final destination. If I complete my desert course, I’ll be free, but if I fail even one task, I will face extermination. I don’t care about what happens to me. My life was lost to me when I was three.

After my mother gave me to the Shiedar invaders as a child, they took me to a place where screams of pain echoed around me. The leader tortured me and other young males I soon called my brothers. In his determination to twist me into a feral warrior, the leader turned me into a beast. To protect myself, I built a barrier around my heart; a simple task since my people only experience muted emotions. Only when we meet our fated mates do our feelings come alive. Then I was sold to the Galaxy Games, where I’ll now complete a series of nearly impossible tasks. If I win, I’m free.