Résultats pour "Marsh" dans Paranormal

I don't play well with other wolves. The pack needs muscle, and I provide it as their enforcer. My biker name is Gator - after the alligator that chewed my face up. Sure I can make a woman scream with pleasure, but the scars on my face? That's truth in advertising right there. There's not an ounce of pretty in me. I fight, I ride - and I do it alone. So chasing the gorgeous marine biologist who wanders into my bayou hunting for wolves is not my smartest move. She's Beauty. I'm the Beast. That story's already been told and life's fresh out of happy endings.

Alligator, Bear, Cougar, Deer, and Eagle; they found each other by accident. They became a team for life. When a string of small campsite robberies hits close to home, Ray Thomas "Art" Crawford, of Bag It and Tag It Excursions, is asked to help FBI Agent and friend, Billie Crowne, investigate the possibility of drug runners. At the most recent site, it doesn't take Art long to spot something suspicious - paw prints. Big ones.

As a former Dominion warrior and Fallen angel, Vkhin knows how to fight. How to track his prey. And when to deal out death with brutal efficiency. Redemption isn't part of his plans-until he finds himself chasing Ria Morgan through a wasteland. Now, he's hunting for the woman who could restore both his lost wings-and his soul. Ria Morgan was just doing her job, shooting recon photos of a secret Fallen prison. When her chopper goes down, however, she figures her days are numbered.

Zer is no angel - well, not anymore. He's explored every flavor of sin imaginable, drinking in the pleasures of humanity. But now he must find the woman who carries his salvation in her very blood...a woman like Nessa St. James. Nessa has considered the bargain the Fallen offer. Anything she wants in exchange for accepting Zer's bond? No way. Not her. Not when she finds out about the mind-blowing ritual involved, and the marks of surrender that will ink her skin. But with a serial killer to stop and centuries of experience on his side, this is one job Zer's going to nail.

Esme's mother took her young daughter away from Southern Indiana's Coon Hollow Coven to prevent her from learning about the unusual witchcraft she had inherited. When Esme is 27, her beloved Grammy Flora passes away and leaves her property in the Hollow to her granddaughter. With this opportunity to remake her life and gain independence, Esme attempts to emulate Grammy Flora as a wildwood mystic who relies on the hedge world of faeries to locate healing herbs.

To keep the peace between two rival wolf packs, Cajun werewolf Jace Jones agrees to become the alpha of The Breed pack and motorcycle club. There's just one catch: he needs to mate the former alpha's daughter and he's damned certain she hasn't chosen him. His new mate is sweet and sexy as sin, but she's also been brutalized by the pack and the last thing she needs is one more wolf in her life. But before he can take his place as leader of the Breed, he'll have to teach his woman her place...in the club, in his arms, and in his heart.

Viking berserker Vikar lives for the fight until he meets Pure, Odin's ice maiden and divine enforcer. Hired to protect her, Vikar will do anything to possess her - on his own erotic terms. She's the ice maiden sent to test him. Vikar can kill - but can he love? Ordered by Odin to test the Viking's limits and to execute him if he fails her test, the savage Viking shifter tempts Pure to break her icy reserve and to give in to his wicked demands...and her own dark desires. He's fought for gods and kings...now he fights for her.

Fallen angels rule Moscow's seedy underworld, promising untold pleasure to the females who dare to mate them. That promise - and Brends Duranov's own raw sexual power-has hopefuls mobbing the velvet rope outside his elite club G2's. But Mischka Baran has no intention of hooking up with one of the Fallen. Not even after Brends gives her an unforgettable taste of the sin and seduction he can deliver with those wicked lips. She's after information, not a stint as some fallen angel's toy of the month.