検索キーワード： 著者 "Lexi C. Foss" すべてのカテゴリー

For years, I’ve just been Serapina the human. Now, I’m Sera the Mythos Fae Omega. And apparently I harbor millennia’s worth of secrets inside my soul. So not only am I trying to discover the memories hidden somewhere within my mind, but I’m also on the run...with three irresistible fae.

Un cadavere, una ragazza scomparsa e una lama d'argento. Tutti gli indizi portano a una sola persona: me. Mi chiamo Evangeline e sono un ex-assassina che non vuole avere più niente a che fare con la malavita. Un editto di un Signore Demoniaco mi costringe però a tornare dall'uomo e dalla vita che ho lasciato. Ho solo sette giorni per dimostrare la mia innocenza. La mia unica certezza è che chiunque mi abbia incastrato morirà.

Il cadavere di un umano. Il marchio di un Succubo. Un decreto che rispedisce la colpevole all’Inferno. E la colpevole sono io. Mi chiamo Gwen, e sono un Succubo con problemi di autocontrollo. Ma non sono stata io a combinare questo casino. Adesso ho dodici giorni per dimostrare la mia innocenza. Nessun problema. Se non fosse per un piccolo dettaglio: i due sensuali demoni decisi a darmi una mano a scagionarmi. Lord Zebulon riesce a farmi venire voglia di buttarmi in ginocchio con una sola occhiata. E Zane di recente mi ha spezzato il cuore.

Tanto tempo fa venni ingannata da un Arcangelo. Mi legò a lui per l’eternità e poi mi lasciò all’Inferno a sopravvivere da sola. Non sono più la donna che ero una volta, sono più forte. Più veloce. Più dura. E letale. E sto venendo a prendere te, Arcangelo Ezra.

The God of Death says I’m his long-lost bride. His soul mate. An Omega who betrayed him two thousand years ago. He believes my memories are the key to our survival. Only, they’re memories I no longer possess. Because I’m not who he thinks I am. I’m Serapina, not Persephone. A human, not an Omega. And that knot he keeps talking about? Yeah, that’s not coming anywhere near me. Except Hades isn’t the only one threatening to claim me with his knot. Morpheus, the God of Dreams, says I belong to him, too.

I’m a broken Omega. A hybrid wolf shifter An abomination to dragonkind. If these Alpha dragons find out, they’re going to send me back to the nomad lands… to die. They already suspect that I’m something “other.” Hence the evaluations and trials laid out before me. So when my Alpha guard offers me a set of magical gold coins, I try to use them to buy favor with the Royal Court. Except they want more. To survive, I strike a deal with my handsome guard—I’ll give him whatever he wants in exchange for more of his golden enchantments. There’s just one problem.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

Blood. Death. War. A dynasty destroyed, leaving me as the ultimate prize. I'm an unmated Omega Wolf, a princess destined to rule. But the remaining Alpha Princes all want to claim me, their brutal methods terrifying and cruel. I’ve spent the last century running and hiding in places where no one would think to look. Only he found me: Prince Kieran, the most powerful shifter of them all. Our game of hide and seek has come to an end. It’s time for me to submit...or to die fighting.

Blood Day. The deadly graduation ceremony that dictates who I will become in this world run by vampires and lycans. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Obey or die.

The deadly graduation ceremony that dictates who I will become in this world run by vampires and lycans. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Obey or die. My name isn’t relevant. My identity fails to mean a thing. It’s my scores that count. And Master Cedric is hell-bent on failing me.

So, I have a third mate. No big deal. Except Auric punched my royal—descended from gods—betrothed right in the face. Novak has murder in his eyes, more so than usual. And my body is screaming at me to take all three males and teach them who’s in charge here. Because I believe the truth now. I’m a Noir royal descended from the gods themselves and destined to fix the history my fake-father forged: the one where black-winged angels were the result of sin and scandal instead of the truth.

My life is a nightmare. Every move is controlled by vampires and lycans. Every blink is monitored by the superior beings of my world. Every breath is checked by those who master my kind....

Once upon a time, a series of portals opened on Earth, allowing magic to spill into the human world. Houses were created. Supernaturals were assigned. And a new balance was formed. But this is the tale of a goddess who refused, and the House King who brought her to heel.

The Royal Water Fae I’m in love with just hired me to be his intern. Oh. My. Fae. I only applied for the job because of a dare, and now I’m packing my bags for the North Pole. No big deal. I can totally be professional. I haven’t seen him since the Academy anyway. Maybe he’s gotten fat from all the Winter Fae sweets Except, no. Kalt hasn’t gotten fat at all. He’s still perfectly chiseled and even more gorgeous than I remember. And worse? He has two equally hot friends. A royal elf named Lark. And a sexy-as-sin selkie named Norden.

Once upon a time, I fell for an Archangel’s trick. He bonded me to him for eternity. Then left me in Hell to survive alone. I’m no longer the woman I was before. I’m stronger. Faster. Harder. And lethal. It’s my turn to deliver justice where it’s due.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

Welcome to Carnage Island. Home of brutal chaos. Blood and tears. And nefarious schemes. A half-breed. A reject. A wolf without a mate. My family doesn't want me. My alpha disowned me. And my mate rejected me. So I’ve just been given a new pack assignment. Carnage Island. Home to the worst of wolf kind. Vicious. Cruel beasts. Wicked deeds. I’m not one of them. But I’m not a Nantahala wolf either. I’m something distinctly other: an Omega trapped in an Alpha’s skin. One step toward my fate, and all the males turn their heads. I’m fresh meat. Property to be claimed.

Layla is my crown, my purpose, the sheer essence of life. She’s the key. The key to unlocking the darkness in my soul. There is no reform. No restitution. Only retaliation and fear. I’ll decorate my throne with the broken wings of my enemies. Their blood will run like a river, a red carpet at my feet. The games have just begun. The players have been cast. And in this world of darkness and sin, all will bow to their king.

A passionate affair of sizzling heat. Forgotten and buried. Because what happens in Brazil stays in Brazil. That was the plan, anyway. Until Balthazar started to remember everything. Now he's forcing Leela to pay the ultimate price - by making her beg. Every hot touch ignites her soul. Every smoldering glance makes her thighs clench. And worse, there's no escaping him. They're on the run from a horde of warrior angels, protecting an innocent from a fate worse than death. The High Council of Seraph has issued an edict. Comply or die. Only the faithful will survive.

"What are you wearing under this dress?" he asked, his mouth brushing hers, the words whisper-soft. Not what she expected him to say. "E-excuse me?" His teeth sank into her lower lip, making her yelp. "Focus." On what? The demon club? The humans dying downstairs? The fact that you're a f--king vampire? Where should I begin? He sighed, his forehead falling to hers. "Astasiya, we have very little time to sort this before the Conclave. I need you to work with me. Both our lives depend on it. What are you wearing?"