検索キーワード： ナレーター "Maeve York" すべてのカテゴリー

They took her. And it was my fault. I had everything I never knew I wanted, and I let her slip through my hands. Revenge clouded my judgment, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, but I refuse to make the same mistake again. I'll find Aspen no matter the cost, and then I'll make those who harmed her pay. They don't know who they messed with. I am Ranger, Alpha of McCaw. And Aspen is not just my fated mate. She is the future Luna of my pack. I'll unleash the hounds of hell to get her back.

Born the forbidden child of two Aura, magical beings possessing god-gifted powers, she carries a burden of title. Prized a weapon of destruction by her father and hunted as a monster of carnage by others. The odds knew no favor to the wicked or kind in Numengarth, but Snowlin turned human, powerless, and a disappointment to the creator who intended to wield her in his claim for power over the continent. After twelve years disparaged into exile, she sets to return and claim what the realm owed her: revenge on both her father and the night king who hunted to take more than her life.

Thirteen years ago, Nicholas had everything he wanted—Tamryn, his former teacher, was his. When she disappeared, he never stopped looking for her… and dreaming about everything he would do to her. And after his ruthless twin deposits her under his Christmas tree, he knows he’ll never let her go. A dark holiday romance!

I'm a feral omega with one rule: Never get attached; Never let anyone in. But five alphas are about to shatter everything I thought I knew—and this time, I can't blame it on my biology. The Ghosts are killers with fractured souls. Monsters in human skin. But somehow, they've become my monsters. Especially Wraith, the silent, scarred sentinel who sees me like no one else. And as I realize I'm starting to fall for him, I also realize something even more terrifying. I'm falling for them all.

They call me irreparable. A feral omega who can't be tamed. And I've bitten every alpha who's tried. Before they can either put me down or send me to a breeding facility, fate intervenes in the form of a masked spec-ops team that deals in death and destruction. The Ghosts.

I could have run. But I chose them instead. My pack of broken alphas. And the Ghosts will burn this world to the ground to keep me safe. As we gather unexpected allies and prepare to strike at the heart of the Council, I realize something that terrifies me more than any enemy. I'm not just their omega anymore. I'm their salvation. Their reason to live. Their reason to die.

Maxwell Morgan has always been a very practical guy. He started working at age fifteen because his foster family was stretched thin. He joined the army right out of high school to earn money for college. Even after getting his first job after college, he kept working the three jobs that let him get there—National Guard infantryman, farmer, and blacksmith. About nine months into his new job as an HR Generalist, Max’s boss arranged a one-week team-building event for the team. Max and his five attractive, female co-workers boarded the plane for Sheridan, Wyoming, and then things went sideways.

A gift bestowed. A time that is borrowed. A seed must be sowed, a strike to be sorrowed. Unveil the smoke to a world that is cloaked near a well at the end sits seven streams to defend. Nine trees of wisdom and the darkness of light. Chaos will come for all those who fight. A true death and a love that is bound by fate and fortune and all nine realms. Taint and trials, cruelty and lies. The Gods must fall before all can rise.

Ash Murphy sneaks home to the family ranch to escape the scandal that follows his successful country music career everywhere. He plans to rest up, get in his fair share of work on the ranch, connect with the new horses his brothers have taken in, and lay low for as long as it takes for the newest tabloid interest to blow over. Except when he arrives, his brother's guest house isn't empty; its current occupant is none other than Willow Morgan, a country singer on the rise, hoping to finally finish the last song on her sophomore album.

I feel like I spend my whole life putting out fires. That's probably just part of the territory with being a magpie-shifter from such a chaotic family. All I want is to keep my loved ones safe and have some fun. I've never been cut out to be the responsible one. And Jordan Houjin is still everything I remember...hot, sexy arrogance and smoldering smart mouth. Except now he's angry at the world and disappears every time I run into him. But that's fine because I want nothing to do with a vampire my family would never accept anyway. Don't I?

A contract? It’s a good cause. Why should I say no? Does his motive really matter? I’ve never met my best friend. Is that weird? Didn’t think so. Anonymity gives me freedom to say things I’d never say to someone’s face. And then he breaks it. Yep, the arrogant jerk injects himself into my life without any word or warning. Oh, and the best part? He just happens to be the billionaire owner of the social media company I work for. That’s right, people! He’s my boss!

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that only existed in fairy tales—Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

Two wrongs don’t make a right. That’s what they say. In my defense, my suggestion he adopt a fake fiancée wasn’t me volunteering for the role. I only went up there to apologize, how did I walk away engaged to the CEO? I have a coach to get me through it. A woman who knows what it is to be involved with a man in my boss’s league. Her first and most crucial piece of advice? Don’t fall for him.

After years of hiding from her past, Lydia Anderson confronted all her demons to take her place at the heart of Pack Saint Clair at last. But just as she was poised to claim her victory and her lovers, one of them was ripped from her arms and from the pack itself. Rhett Cooper faces criminal charges far from home, and Lydia’s heat may arrive before he can be freed.

Enemies abound, within and without. The newest foe Aden had to face only showed that it's time for the kid gloves to come off. Aden will have to call on all of his bonds and gather every ally he can if they are to win.

Arden, Lorcan, and Carrick are the men everyone fears... They are known as the Deana-dhe. Dealing in debts, they steal information and manipulate. To them, I am Cyn. I'm their original sin. The mute girl they never wanted to be drawn to. The girl who put a spell on them, who became their cailleach. You see, I'm a modern-day witch skilled in the art of alchemy. A long time ago, I made a deal with the Deana-dhe, and they're back to cash in on my debt. If I'm the apple they never wanted to take a bite out of, then they're the snakes willing to use me for their own gain.

You think I'll just lay down and give up? Think again. We're here to win!

Henry Buchanan is cold. Calculating. And rich. He's also the owner of the new Lions NHL team and my boss. Oh, and did I mention he's a grumpy sonofabitch whose girlfriend is cheating on him? Not that I'm going to say anything. It's none of my business anyway. Besides, we aren't friends. And we couldn't be more different if we tried. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I was born scraping by for every meal. Still. I do need this job. And creating social media content for a bunch of hot hockey players is a walk in the park. Until the infamous Henry Buchanan starts to act jealous.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s dick, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

It had to be said that I didn't much care for the Devil. Especially when he tried to use me to control the Beast. But this was his mistake. As such, I had been granted early release, and as for the Beast… he was not happy. So now Hell had a problem. A big one. One named Abaddon who was currently tearing Hell apart trying to find me. Which meant I now had a choice to make. Let the Beast destroy all the realms or find myself a date.