検索キーワード： ナレーター "Sarah Thom" すべてのカテゴリー

"Fated love means nothing when we can avoid extinction. One tiny sacrifice will appease the shadows. It's a shame, really. You've always been my pretty little monster." Those were the last words I heard from my Alpha, my fated mate, before his Beta tossed me off the cliff into a land of no return: Demon Valley, the place where no human or wolf shifter survives. Legends claim there's an escape from the shadowy, demon-infested haven, but no one has ever returned to confirm the truth. Except me.

The second my brothers ex-best friend tore off my clothes, I was obsessed. His ripped muscles, seductive smirk, and bad boy charm made my knees weak and everything else tingle ever since we were teenagers. I always dreamed I'd become the center of his world. I guess I should have been more specific about my wish.

My fiancé is the anti-Prince Charming.... Mateo Villani is darkness wrapped in Armani. He's a six-foot-tall, ruggedly handsome savage, a notorious gangster who's bedded half of Manhattan...and now he's my fiancé. My father betrayed me, signing my life away to the cocky bastard whose personality is colder than a block of ice. Mateo crushed my ambitions when he slid his ring onto my finger. He stole my life away, and now he's determined to mold me into a dutiful mob wife. But I have news for him: I obey no one.

“Our secrets are out, so why remain enemies? You always knew I was a pretty little monster. Why are you so shocked that I’m a villain?” Oh, how the tables have turned. With painful truths revealed, I, Alpha Malifer Nightshade, must now face the consequences of my deceit. I played a dangerous game, hoping no one would put the pieces together, but I failed to account for one strong opponent: my fated mate.

No one is innocent in the eyes of Les Cavaliers de l’ombre. If your name ends up on my list, your time is up. No regrets. No mercy. No conscience. Until the enemy becomes my darkest obsession. Two days ago, I paid a price to fulfill a vendetta. Twenty minutes ago, I threw it all away. I came to take her life but claimed it instead. Now the proud Bratva princess is bound to a monster and chained to the past.

"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?"

My name is Gwen, and I’m a succubus with a control problem. Except, I didn’t create this mess. And the only one who believes me is the ruling monarch who has spent the last two decades helping me master my sinful nature. Lord Zebulon. The dangerously sexy demonic king of North America.

The end is near for me, Lexianne Monarch. I can feel it in the depths of my veins while my mind prepares for the physical, emotional, and mental constraints that would do everything to prevent my King from losing this battle that is inches from being won. Enemies will rise to the surface. Allies will sacrifice anything to get me to that sacred spot that holds the very key to the valley. I’m destined to succumb to the hands of my Alpha savior, all in hopes of giving the crown of domination to the rightful owner of Demon Valley Pack.

Jaelyn Torres is equal parts sexy and ruthless, with a confidence that grabbed me by the balls. She’s no innocent dove with her fiery tongue and a body so sinful it could tempt even the most faithful of men. But she’s my captive not my plaything. I need to keep my mind and my hands off the leather-clad siren to protect my empire, no matter how badly I want to punish her for running her smart mouth.

For most people, dead bodies are horrifying. They are the physical representation of everything we’re afraid of–our own mortality, the unknown, the inevitability, and lack of dignity of the end. But for Jo Ward, a dead body is absolutely fascinating....