Résultats pour "Love" dans Science-fiction

XXIIe siècle. Ne cherchez plus l'amour : à votre majorité, la Science vous indique qui est votre âme sœur. Défier toutes les règles... pour être libre d'aimer. Eliotte a fait son choix. Dorénavant, qu'importe ce que diront la Science ou le gouvernement, elle n'écoutera plus que son cœur, cet organe vital qui bat un peu plus fort chaque jour pour Izaak. Non pas car ils sont scientifiquement compatibles, mais parce qu'ils se sont choisis, l'un et l'autre. Désormais, Eliotte en est convaincue : l'amour ne peut être calculé, paramétré ni imposé. Et il est de son devoir de partager sa découverte avec le plus grand nombre.

He needs me to play the role of fake fiancée to appease his family of tentacle-tailed cops. I'll keep up the charade as long as I need if it means being reunited with Abraxas and Rurik. It shouldn't be too hard, right? To play pretend…My life force is now inextricably tied to handsome, gun-totin' Officer Hyt. But do you know what happens if my new in-laws find out that I'm mated to three different males? Intergalactic war, that's what.

Hi, I'm Eve Wakefield, twenty-five years old, professional caterer, recently abducted by aliens alongside my best friend. I'm also completely and utterly screwed. Lost on a jungle planet. Rooming in a downed spaceship with a dragon dude. Being hunted by a moth man with demon eyes and vampire teeth. Begging for help from a tentacle-tailed fox man who also happens to be… a space cowboy?

Hello again, I'm Eve Wakefield, and I refuse to accept that I'm in love with an intergalactic moth prince. No. I don't care how handsome he is, I don't want to marry him. I don't care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of eating entire planets. Love is earned, not swindled by pheromones. I'm now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard, a golden toilet, and relationship issues. There's the prince I'm supposed to marry, the forest beast I fell in love with, and the never-wears-clothes police officer with tentacles.

When college kid Jude Adler wishes for a new life on a shooting star, he never imagined it would come in the form of a shapeshifting alien who nearly crash-lands his spaceship on top of him, let alone one who chooses to disguise himself as a man inspired by Jude’s wildest fantasies. Al’s ship is damaged and unable to make the flight home, and when he earnestly asks Jude for a safe place to stay until help arrives, how can Jude say no?

I’ve been engaged to the same annoying guy for four long years, and still, no wedding date in sight. Grr. I’m completely fed up with this sham, so I tell my “fiancé” I’m taking a job off planet, hoping this outrageous behavior will allow him to finally break off our ridiculous engagement. It doesn’t. So, I leave and become an organizing consultant to some scary alien.

I’m getting married today, and I’m so freaking depressed. My bridal gown is exquisite. The ring is enormous. But my groom is evil personified, and I’m being forced into this doomed marriage. I’m seconds from breaking into a full-on ugly cry. And right then, as if by magic, the church doors burst open. Women scream and children scramble as a huge, satanic-looking alien stomps down the aisle, flicking his tail, flashing flames, and wreaking chaos in his wake. He’s looking right at me. “Charlotte Cruz?"

In Ashgrove AKA Raven Creek was a quiet village on the edge of nowhere, its people bound by soil, seasons, and survival. But when Warren Harland—a ruthless warlord with ambitions of conquest—set his sights on their land, the fragile peace shattered. At the heart of the story is Amara, a fiercely determined young woman with a blade in her hand and a fire in her heart. Orphaned by raiders years before, she has grown into Raven Creek’s protector, its voice of defiance against those who would take everything.

I’m not exactly bubbly and friendly. This is probably why my lonely job as a private investigator is perfect for my skill set. Usually, I’m very good at what I do. I get the job done and move on. But my latest assignment has thrown me for a loop. The satanic-looking Hyrrokin biologist I’ve been tracking has gotten under my skin. Sir Bane Ashmoor has become much more than a job. Through my telescopic lens, I can literally see my future unborn children in his deadly eyes.

Being engaged to my adorable alien boo is a dream come true. Too bad there’s a target painted on my back. Come on universe, quit messing with true love! For reals. Kai and I need to plan our wedding—which is going to be hella quirky and fun, because I say so. Cue Shilgar the Deadly, who’s screwing up everything—what with trying to kill me and all. My life is becoming even more unbelievable than my fictional characters, Lord Vardox and Captain Starblade.

A grumpy-sexy alien and his (mostly) human sunshiny mate find the road to happily ever after is paved with challenges, including a troublesome ex, alien refugees in need of help, unexpected mating instincts, and someone trying to expose alien existence on Earth. Tentacles and tarnation! Will they be able to handle everything in their way and finally get engaged?

For twenty-seven years, I've flitted through life clueless to the God-given abilities that lay dormant inside of me. In the blink of an eye, everything changed more than I ever could've anticipated. She changed it. Now I know that nothing is as it seems. I will never be the same again...but this isn't my story. It's hers. I'm just being forced to live it, resolve it, and ultimately try to move on after learning that our lives are going to be tangled far more than I would've ever imagined. My name is Parrish Locke. And I can see the dead.

Luke just wanted to get away. What better place than a personal, secluded cabin in the woods to clear his mind? Besides, the quarantines were still in place, and the world wasn’t getting any better. Social media was abuzz with tales of an impending disaster, wars brewing overseas, and more. Then it happened. One of those apocalypse predictions turns out to be true: a massive solar flare shatters the power grid worldwide. Pressing on, Luke makes it to his cabin and discovers a woman already there....

Now that I’m Earth-married to my sexy alien boo, everything should be sunshine and rainbows. If only. Instead, the Alliance is preparing for a hostile alien invasion any day now. Am I stressed about that? Yes. Am I more stressed about the Iyaran Sanctioning Ceremony that will make my marriage to Kai official on an intergalactic level? You bet I am!

Stuck working a dead-end job, another lonely Valentine's Day passes Oliver by. There's a coworker he's kind of into, but irl flirting isn't as easy as choosing the right dialog option and clicking a button, sadly... but what if it was? After a lonely night jackin' it under the influence of Special Californian Gummies™, Oliver awakens to what appears to be a complete psychotic breakdown. System notifications, menus, stats, and so much more RPG crap gets injected into his life faster than you can say, 'I Can't Believe It's Not Schizophrenia'.

Skye Chantrell has just escaped a war zone. She’s carrying the stolen antidote to a deadly bioweapon. When her damaged shuttle crashes on a remote lunar outpost, she’s captured by the leader of a rogue group of alien vigilantes. Now her people’s survival - not to mention her own - rests in the hands of the Seven Systems’ most feared and hated fugitives. Hunter Tarthasian and his ragtag band of revolutionaries have every reason to hate the corrupt Ilarian Regime. Branded as criminals, hunted like animals, they’ve holed up in an abandoned outpost to plan their next move.

In another time, in a galaxy on the far side of another universe, you can find love between the stars. Yeva Hawthorne is a bounty hunter looking to fill a bank account with 20 million credits to repay a debt. Tobias Hawk is also a bounty hunter, and he is going after money to fund a secret he has kept for over a decade.

Long ago, the sea took Kathryn’s husband. She never thought it would give anything back. But now that her children are grown with little ones of their own, she finds her eyes drawn more and more to those restless waters—and she sees part of herself reflected in them. Something out there calls to her. She yearns to discover what it is.

What happens when two normal humans find themselves in the middle of an intergalactic conspiracy? Romance, of course...what else? Grace and Alexia are two strangers who live in the same city and who, unbeknownst to them, share the same face. They also happen to be the targets of alien spies who aren't sure which girl overheard sensitive information. When two extraterrestrial hot guys from warring planets arrive to find out what the girls know and whether their planets are at risk, things go a little bit crazy on Earth. Grace and Alexia must come together to save themselves...

On Alien Love Island, the days are hot, but the nights are scorching...It's not every day I tie up an alien warrior king. It's because, in part, he put his hands down my pants to retrieve a top-secret package. Hey, where else was I going to put it? My orders are to deliver it and not to him. But when we're both kidnapped and dropped onto a deserted island, my plans for ringing his neck and then day-drinking shoot out the window. The alien king and I have just stumbled onto the set of the first season of Alien Love Island, an intergalactic reality TV dating show.