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

My slayer journey continues, fighting unfathomable beasts and finding unimaginable love. I thought my first year would be all studying, but there's a lot more practical activity in this academy. For me, anyway. Hunting ghosts in a noble's palace, flying across castle walls under the tutelage of a half-mermaid. There's never a quiet day, or night. When's a student supposed to sleep?

Beckett Feldmore, the star forward of the NHL team the Cranes, is known for his athletic skills on the ice and his off-ice charm. When a knee injury jeopardizes his future in the sport, he finds himself drawn to the team’s beautiful new doctor. She’s not easily swayed by his cocky persona, and Beckett can’t help but be captivated by her, finding her indifference a challenge.

What's the best group to form a defense force? If you said a bloodthirsty bunnygirl, a timid drowblin (half drow-half goblin), and a human bloke named Owen, he'd ask you if you understood the question. But that's what Peach Valley's got. Luckily for him, one skeleton a day is so easy to deal with that it leaves ample time to sample the delights of the village. Like swimming in the lake with the crazy bunny who makes him laugh, or shopping trips with the shy drowblin he's getting out of her shell.

Time has never been on Azahara’s side. Exhausted from her relentless pursuit to break from the clutches of an obsessive god's curse, she has all but given up hope of freedom. Until Kaed, a half-blood Elf, saves her from certain death. They find themselves bound together by a force they could never have anticipated. As their journey unfolds, the upcoming conflict will test this newfound connection to prove it be her salvation or her downfall.

Life as a blacksmith’s son was simple. Hammer steel, make deliveries, and court the cute baker down the street. My respectable future lay before me. Then, I was attacked by a giant monster. I had to fight for my life, and I won. Something awakened in me that day, something kept hidden by my father. It gave me strength, speed, and other secret powers. Before he could explain, a fist pounded on the door. It was the Knights of Elsara! Or, as the common folk called them, slayers.

Everyone with the gift is going to the academy. Not me. I'll master magic my own way. School was a chore. All I wanted was to become a magus, enter the academy, and train my chosen affinity. But I didn't pass the test. They said I didn't have it in me. Years later, a run-in with a sassy goth mage named Misty revealed I could do magic. Those damn monocle-wearing pseudo-Victorians at the academy locked me out! Screw them.

The best part about being a knight is the peaceful treks across rolling hills, with nothing but gentle winds and bubbling streams for company. Unfortunately, Richard's next quest breaks that solitude. He needs to gain entry into the fabled Clawmire, and only a flighty catgirl heading the opposite way can help him. Ida is snooty and feral in equal measure. When she hunts, the wildness in her eyes ignites something inside him. When she cooks, his stomach sings an orchestra. And when she leaps into the trees wearing that short purple dress, well, a gentleman does his best not to look up.

Not bothering to look at me, the man raised his hand up and flipped me off. Your loss. I thought as I watched his hand come back down to rest on the bar. Changing my grip on the handle of the knife and exposing the blade, I brought it down on his fingers, lopping off three of them just above the middle joint. The man yelled out furiously and gripped his, newly shortened, fingers in his other hand as he whipped himself around to face me again.

Liam has begun taking on more responsibility at Baker & Park. With new responsibility comes a new assistant, but Liam could have never predicted that it would be none other than the life-long bane of his existence and the daughter of his dad’s best friend, Hannah. Now that they’re both in Hannah’s brother’s wedding and have to spend every day together at work, it’s impossible to escape one another. With tensions at an all-time high, Liam is realizing that maybe he doesn’t hate Hannah as much as he used to, if he ever really did at all.

Cade Richards is the starting forward of the NHL team the Cranes. He’s at the top of his game and scoring like a champ. On a quick trip home, he runs into Iris, the woman he’s spent his adult life striving to be good enough for, the one who holds his heart. Iris Feldmore’s life is in shambles. Everything she’s worked for has crumbled. Her brother returns home with his best friend—her first love, Cade—in tow. The hockey team gave Cade the nickname of Heartbreaker, and it’s fitting because he broke hers. If she’s honest with herself, she’s never gotten over it.

Legions of regular folk are angry at us for having what they cannot. It's up to me to lead the magi and sort out this mess, but I'm not alone. Sophia's position as headmaster of the academy will come in handy, and Misty...well, she's still a hot goth babe. And then maybe we can get back to the shop. Battlebabe Blair and ginger Frenchie Charlotte still haven't seen it.

All it took was one look to end my life.... Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt. And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too.

I'm chilling behind the counter while a thicc goth babe saunters amongst the magical merchandise. Possessing a mysterious new power is pretty cool, too, especially when I'm the only person in the world who can wield it.

A house on the French Riviera. Three weeks stuck with her ex-boyfriend with no escape. Memories that refuse to go away, and anger that was never resolved.

Once upon a time he was her brother's best friend. He taught her to put the worm on the hook. He let her follow them around. But they grew up, and he broke her heart when she needed him the most. Now he's back, and he owns half of her business. And he wants a chance to redeem himself. Can she trust him with her family's legacy and her heart?

William was just a simple villager: milking cows, tending fields, and dodging his mother's wooden spoon. One night in the forbidden forest, he found himself fending off goblins with a shovel, fighting side by side with the damn prince! Next, he kneeled before the king of the realm. William had hoped for a monetary reward, not to be made a knight!

School was a chore. All I wanted was to become a magus, enter the academy, and train my chosen affinity. But I didn't pass the test. They said I didn't have it in me. Years later, a run-in with a sassy goth mage named Misty revealed I could do magic. Those damn monocle-wearing pseudo-Victorians at the academy locked me out! Screw them.

All I did was try to save my best friend from making a huge mistake.... And now I'm saddled with an obnoxious werewolf who thinks I'm his wolfy wife. Did I mention that he's trapped in his wolf form until he believes I'm ready to say "I do"? Not exactly my idea of a good time.

How in the world can someone tell a million romance tales and not have love? But then, like in chapter 20 in a good book, it happens. She walks up while I’m deep in thought and bam! It was a dimly lit bar and a rainy night. As soon as I laid eyes on her, a muse formed in my mind, and I had to talk to her. What? I’m a romance writer. Cut me some slack! Little did I know, though I should have, she rocked my world in ways I couldn’t create on paper or otherwise. She’d been with a lot of Mr. Wrongs, but maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to find Mr. Write.

As president of the Diamondback Motorcycle Club, settling down never occurred to me. I have my club, and that’s all I needed. My mind changed with one look at the dark-haired beauty in need of help. Persephone Chapman should have been dead; the fact that she has the grit and determination to survive is exactly what I want in an old lady. It’s more than that, though. It’s the softness in her touch and the way she makes even a hardened man like me long for more. She deserves to be cherished, and I’m going to make sure no one hurts her again. In fact, I’m claiming her as mine.