検索キーワード： 著者 "Shannon Mayer" すべてのカテゴリー

I had her in my arms, only to lose her moments later. Frantic doesn't even begin to describe my state of mind as I search for Bree. That search takes me deep into my past and to a family home that I swore I would never return to. To find Bree, I must face a queen I defied and a monster that wants my soul. All while being heckled by a demon-infested blade. Goddess help me succeed.

Chosen. Framed by my father’s murderer. Running from the fae courts. Fated to never touch the man who sets my blood on fire.

Élue. Accusée à tort du meurtre de mon père par son assassin. Les Cours Faes à mes trousses. Destinée à ne jamais pouvoir toucher l'homme pour qui je brûle de désir. Et ma situation n'est pas près de s'embellir... Si ma vie avait commencé à s'améliorer, ce n'est plus du tout le cas. Loin de là. Et le dernier merdier en date ? C'est la cerise sur le gâteau et le guili à la betterave ! Le père qui m'a abandonnée à la naissance est désormais mort. L'agitation règne au sein des cours assoiffées de sang.

A deadly journey lies ahead of me, and no one can know that I am leaving—too many would steal the crown with me gone. With a small, secret contingent, I go across the water to the human realm, a land I’ve never set foot on to find the gemstone that is the key to our salvation.

My name is Peta, and I am a familiar. To stand at the side of an Elemental as their familiar is a gift given to few familiars. Yet here I stand with my thirteenth—Larkspur, child of the earth. I do not want this charge, for all my previous have ended in deaths I could not prevent. I am not sure my heart can take another loss of one bonded with me. Larkspur’s strength and heart call to me as only one other Elemental's had, and I cannot deny the need to protect her, and to shield her from all pain.

Facing down the monsters of my past left me on the cusp of death, wounded and running from the one person I trusted with my life. Havoc. My chosen mate is consumed by a curse so powerful it overrides his natural desire to protect me. I have no doubt he will kill me if he catches me. To save us all, I must figure out my connection to the Norse gods, and claim my place in this world. A journey like no other awaits, and I face it with my best friend at my side, and Havoc at my back.

Ripped from the man I’m bound to. Thrust into fresh danger. And this time I must go alone. Except the task I’m burdened with should belong to a more powerful fae—my mother. Listening to her brought me to this moment of heartache and loss. Perhaps the time has come for a new approach, no matter the consequences.

Reine des cours faes. Confrontée à une bataille impossible. Destinée à ne jamais être avec l'homme que j'aime. J'ai enfin les yeux grands ouverts. Et c'est avec horreur que je découvre que la survie de deux royaumes repose sur mes épaules après le sacrifice ultime de ma mère pour enfermer Rubezahl dans l'Autre Monde. Les humains terrifiés exigent des réponses, les rumeurs vont bon train au sein des Cours d'Été et d'Hiver, et c'est sans parler de ma belle-mère qui cherche à s'approprier le trône pour une raison surprenante... Mais c'est le cadet de mes soucis.

Prelevata dai recinti, venduta all’asta a un contingente di vampiri e spedita oltreoceano verso i territori alfa non era esattamente il modo in cui avevo pianificato di trascorrere la mia settimana. In realtà, avevo previsto solo la prima parte. Ma avrei dovuto essere venduta ai lupi mannari per salvare il mio amico da un destino peggiore della morte. Invece, sono finita nelle grinfie dei succhiasangue che mi hanno strizzata in un corsetto alla Bridgerton per partecipare ai Giochi del Raccolto.

I thought that my biggest problem was a curse that turned me into a golden retriever instead of a wolf. Then I accidentally took on a second curse that bound my fate to that of the world’s. If I die, everyone else goes down in flames too. Ragnarök is now in my hands. Great. Talk about pressure I don’t need. Did I mention everyone trying to kill me? My mate. My brothers. My mother. What a clusterfluck. Add in Loki, Freya, and a host of the Norse pantheon to the mix, each one trying to manipulate me to follow their own plans, and you’ve got a recipe for chaos. What’s a girl to do?

Underhill is my ruthless mother. Her realm is my deadly home. The brutal creatures here are both foe and friend. But the group of fae that just attacked me? They’re all foe. Dragged from my game of hide-and-seek with a dragon, and my home of twenty-one years, I’m thrust into a weak, ugly realm. Earth. Something is taking the fae children of the Irish court, and an Oracle has declared I must find them. Nope. Not my problem. Bye. Except a three-year-old girl they suspect is the next Queen of All Fae was taken too.