検索キーワード： ナレーター "Joy Beharie" すべてのカテゴリー

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It's as terrible as you can imagine. I haven't eaten in two days and it's raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There's a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, its a deadly, satanic-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead.

I'm a hybrid from an unknown planet and a pleasure female up for auction. He's a Lemoran clan chief, among the wealthiest in all the quadrants. With horns that shoot to the ceiling, the male shaped like a mountain is not one of the bidders supposed to purchase me. But he's here and he doesn't seem to want to leave.

Three years have flown by for best friends LaTavia, Kierre, and India. They have the battle scars from the wars they fought and, as a unified front, won. Now all they want is to enjoy the harvest after the rain. Problem is life is always waiting to take things up another notch. Life couldn’t be better for LaTavia. More in love with her husband than ever before, now she has a flourishing career as well. Unfortunately, while life has been prosperous, full of new possibilities for LaTavia, for others that hasn’t been the case. Now they want retribution at all costs.

Sweep around your own front door before sweeping around someone else's is a proverb that best friends Kierre, LaTavia, and India live by. They are willing to put their lives on the line for each other, but sharing their inner demons is out of the question. Join these three woman as they discover themselves, and the true meaning of not only friendship, but pure, uncorrupted sisterhood that only transparency brings.

Broken, disillusioned, shattered. This wasn’t the life they dreamed of, the promises they were given when they said, "I do." India, Kierre, and LaTavia aren’t looking through those rose-colored glasses anymore. Lives in shambles, marriages barely existing even on life support, the best friends gather the wagons trying to navigate where they all go from here.

Nichelle Sampson is living the life she always dreamed of. She’s a political-science professor like her father, is in her sorority’s leadership like her mother, and has wonderful friends. The only thing missing is romance. But when a letter and mysterious ring arrive, Nichelle’s perfect life is shattered. She’s shocked to learn that she’s adopted and biracial and that her origin story isn’t what her parents claimed. Looking for the truth, Nichelle sets out to unlock the secrets behind her birth family through the heirloom ring.

When an international warning siren accidentally goes off, convincing everyone that a meteor shower may just be the end of life as they know it, six couples—friends, exes, crushes and rivals—must take shelter. Inhibitions are abandoned, confessions are made and love blossoms, but what happens when the world doesn’t end?

Prynceton Masters has an envious life. Money, power, and an endless supply of women is his exception. Stacking money and charming ladies are the only consistency Prynce welcomes in his life, until a woman unlike any other catches his eye.

There are a few things my Tri-God did not prepare me for. The first? Niahhorru pirates. They want the coordinates to an unprotected human satellite, and I have them. The confusing? The human Council's secrets that I've uncovered and that may get me killed. The most sinful? The pressure in my stomach...well, lower than my stomach...that draws me to the male who hates me most in this universe.

I thought he liked me. He's been my only source of company for the past rotation that I've been held captive. But when he rejects me in front of everyone, I get the shrov out, determined to find humans on another satellite far far away from this mess that is my life. Except I don't exactly receive the warm homecoming I expect. Instead this homecoming is more of the dangerous stabby stabby variety . . . and to get out of the new mess I've found myself in, I might just need a space pirate's help. But what will I have to trade him for it?