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

I never suspected that Daisy, our sweet, innocent club girl, is actually an undercover FBI agent. Now that I know her dirty little secret, I’m going to make her pay. She can beg and plead all she wants, but when she’s bent over my knee, the beast inside me will unleash the smoldering devil in her. She sets me on fire with her touch and makes me want things I shouldn’t. I can’t afford to be distracted by an FBI agent, but when I find out why she’s really undercover, everything changes.

For years, I've watched over Holly, waiting with bated breath for her to break free from the shackles of her abusive ex-husband. Now, as she finally emerges from the shadows of his control, I stand ready to offer her the sanctuary she deserves... even if she doesn't realize it yet. But winning her heart won't be a simple task. Jeff, the monster she divorced, lurks in the shadows. His obsession with reclaiming her is pushing him to the brink of madness. Yet, compared to the demons that haunt my own soul, Jeff’s are a mere whisper of trouble.

The moment Julia bursts into my clubhouse looking for protection, she’s doomed. Not because of the predators chasing her, but because of me. She wants to unlock the steel cage around my heart, but she’s playing a dangerous game. She begs me to keep her safe, but my protection comes with a price. For most people, it's money. For Julia, it just might be her soul. She’s a wicked temptation, almost impossible to resist, and if she lets me touch her, I’ll never let her go.

One blizzard. One cabin. One uninvited hockey player. Ho, ho, humbug. Normally, I love Christmas. The lights, the snow, the cozy traditions. Then my parents divorced. Intent to avoid awkward holiday drama, I head to our family's secluded cabin for a nice, relaxing week alone. At least that's the plan until Ryder Hanson shows up uninvited and dressed like a serial killer.

I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch's intuition. My spells are precise, and they're either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line. That is, until he arrives. An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him. Infuriating.

Running the bakery with my sister is my life—early mornings, endless dough, and just enough sugar to keep me sane. I don't have time for distractions. But when I accidentally text a stranger, everything changes. He's not just mysterious—he's sharp-tongued, wickedly charming, and far too good at making me forget common sense. What starts as playful banter turns into something more…something that stirs my Omega instincts in ways I don't understand.

I was an omega in heat. One wrong choice, and I lost everything. For two years, I've longed to flee my cage. Alphas bought me, traded me, and constantly abused me. They taught me that the only good alpha is a dead alpha. Now, I'm a pregnant omega with no hope of escape until one desperate act changes everything. It was going to be me against the world until Lucas Security hurtled into my life. I have never met three men more determined to protect me.

Wyatt Ellis, Brantley Ellis, and Maverick Wallace are just as pretentious as their names sound. Who cares if they're gorgeous billionaires? They are the literal worst. Between the long hours, the snippy comments, and the last-minute requests, you'd think even one of them would get my name right. Nope. They're infuriating. Insufferable. Overbearing. Unfortunately, I need this job. Especially after an unexpected expense, it makes me desperate, and I need to look at getting some cash quickly, but there's only one thing I have worth selling. My V-card.

I accidentally walked into the men's room and caught icy-hot goalie Evan Daniels with his pants down. Let's just say the view was unforgettable… I've never been so embarrassed—and turned on—at the same time. Grumpy, bossy, and emotionally unavailable, he's everything I shouldn't want, yet I've been hopelessly crushing on him for months. But when those icy blue eyes lock on mine, all bets are off. And watching him coach his little girl on the ice? Game over for my heart. But just when I think I'm breaking through his frosty exterior, he shuts me out like a puck on a penalty kill.

As dark secrets and forbidden lust intertwine, one burning question remains: can Noah and Anastasia resist the pull of their dangerous attraction, or will the haunting specters of their past ultimately drag them into a spiral of ruin?

I have one talent, and it's not relationships. It's weaving. But I have one chance to keep my cozy little life in the magical Leafshire Cove, and it's going to require a partner. I swore off romance—my last relationship was a humiliating disaster. But to enter the mayor's tapestry contest and win the contract attached, I need a date, thanks to a ridiculous ancient faerie spell requiring attendants to bring a potential partner. When my frenemy suggests the new watchtower guard, a growly gargoyle named Romulus who never speaks and hides inside a massive cloak, I think she's lost her mind.

Dear Mr. Gallagher, I do not need this job. In fact, I will remind you that I'm doing you a favor. I am working for you only because I don't want you to inflict your grumpiness on my friends any longer. I am a strong, confident woman and know how to put men like you in their place. I won't succumb to your flirtations or your attempts to try and shock me. I am not impressed by your six-pack or your six-figure bank account. I suggest you realize that I am out of your league in so many ways, it's not even funny.

Everything I dared dream of for my life is scorched to ash when I'm forced to marry our enemy: the icy dragon king of Andrathya. My father believes marriage can bridge the gap between us and the beasts we once considered allies. We once held soul bonds with those very dragons before a curse shattered the world we had known for centuries, leaving war imminent on the horizon. I think him a fool. I'd rather die with a sword in my hand than on my knees begging for mercy.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he's my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one-night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. There are three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss/roommate/one-night-stand.

I've been abducted by the werewolf king. He’s deadly. Violent. Cruel. But not to me. To me, he's almost nice. I guess it helps that I'm the only female werewolf he's ever met. And that his wolf has decided I'm going to be his mate, whether I like it or not. Luckily, I can survive his pack just fine, as long as no one learns what I could do for them. I can't tell the king the truth, no matter how much I'm starting to trust him. Or like him. Or want him.

A demon imprinted on me, so I had to turn to the monster king for help. Instead of actually being useful, King Bane tells me that I should just mate with the demon. At least, until he also imprints on me. Then we have no choice but to seal the deal in every way there is. But his wing of the Manor is quickly overrun with chaos and hatred because of our newfound connection, putting us in yet another predicament. We have to convince the monsters that I'm a terrible match for both Bane and the demon.

I agreed to marry the new werewolf king in exchange for my freedom. But now he's holding me hostage on his pack's land. Did I mention that he bit me, publicly, to claim me? Or that he's so lost in the darkness of his past that he's basically feral? If I could grow fur myself, maybe the situation would be a simpler one, but I can't. Somehow, I have to snap my new mate out of his funk, so he can get the pack in order and deal with the people who want me dead. But to make that happen? It's looking like love is my best bet. I don't want to fall for him or try to make him fall for me…

I've been dragged into the fae realm and given no choice but to pick a mate if I ever want to get back home. Thankfully, the fae king has offered up some of his most trusted men in an attempt to find me someone to marry. Unthankfully, he's sort of… possessive. Which means I'm sleeping in his room. In his bed. With him. While I'm trying to choose a mate from among a handful of candidates who barely seem interested in me. There's enough chemistry between us to light a fire, but he's not an option.

A vampire bit me while we were making out. Now, I'm being forced to marry him. Okay, not forced. I just don't have any other options. My family is being targeted by a dangerous wolf pack, so we turned to our king for help. But he happens to be the guy I kissed. He agrees to keep us safe—for the small price of my hand in marriage. Or mating. Whatever you want to call it, he demands my future.

Today was an epic disaster. I was supposed to be walking down the aisle in front of all my friends and family, getting married to a man I thought I was supposed to be spending the rest of my life with, not drowning my sorrows in a vodka soda. But after finding my fiancé intimately getting to know his best man, I was out of options… and a groom. So I hiked up my wedding dress and walked to the nearest bar. In my defense, I wasn't looking for a one night stand, but then he came in with his irresistible dimples, his gigantic muscles, and a smirk that knocked the tiara straight off my head.