Résultats pour "Bad Blood" dans Urbain

I’m Sadie Stanton, and I don’t know why everyone makes such a big deal out of me. I’m just like everyone else—I’m trying to start a business, not spending much time on my social life, and dealing with an obnoxious roommate... Oh, and being a vampire. There’s that. But it’s okay, because we’re all legal now. But believe me, that doesn’t make life easy. In fact, it might be harder now than ever before, but I did it to myself… And now vampires are attacking people seemingly at random and not even trying to feed.

Trouble never takes a vacation in Bad Blood, the seventh installment in the epic Goddess with a Blade series by New York Times bestselling author Lauren Dane. After spending the last two years locked in one deadly struggle after the next, Rowan Summerwaite deserves delicious meals, excellent sex...

Tori Karacis’s family line may trace back to a drunken liaison between the god Pan and one of the immortal gorgons. Or maybe it’s just coincidence that her glance can, literally, stop men in their tracks. While her fear of heights kept her out of the family aerobatic troupe, her extreme nosiness fits right in with her uncle’s P.I. business. Except he’s disappeared on an Odyssean journey to find himself. Muddling through on her own, she’s reduced to hunting brass-bra’d Hollywood agent Circe Holland to deliver a message, only to witness her murder by what looks like the Creature from the Black Lagoon.

If Erin Banks has a moral code, you’d need an Enigma machine to crack it. So it’s no surprise when she signs a contract with the city’s most powerful crime syndicate, the Galoffi family; an incestuous brother and sister who run their operation as man and wife. The crown prince of the Galoffi family has been kidnapped, and Erin is tasked with getting him back. The only problem: the list of potential suspects is longer than a polar night, and body parts are already showing up in the mail.

Okay, I might be seriously under-qualified for the job of Enforcer, I'll admit. The Enforcer is supposed to be a human, for starters. It's usually an ex-special forces guy with big muscles and even bigger balls, and a knack for sorting out petty squabbles between the witches and vampires and shifters in the city. And I'm just a technically dead nail tech—an animated skeleton with a talent for illusion magic and gold gel manicures. But I've recently discovered that I can manifest some pretty big muscles of my own. I've already got the big balls, so I'm halfway there.