Résultats pour "The Bride" dans Paranormal

#1 Indie Next Pick! A Hall of Fame LibraryReads pick! One of People’s Best Books to Read in February A dangerous alliance between a Vampyre bride and an Alpha Werewolf becomes a love deep enough to sink your teeth into in this new paranormal romance from the #1 New York Times bestselling...

Misery Lark, fille du conseiller vampyre le plus puissant du Sud-Ouest, est une paria. Les jours où elle vivait dans l’anonymat parmi les humains sont désormais derrière elle : on a fait appel à elle pour renforcer une alliance historique afin de maintenir la paix entre les vampyres et leurs ennemis mortels, les loups-garous, et elle n’a guère d’autre choix que d’obéir. Les loups-garous sont impitoyables et imprévisibles, et leur alpha, Lowe Moreland, ne fait pas exception à la règle. Sa manière de la regarder, de suivre le moindre de ses mouvements, montre clairement qu’il n’a aucune confiance en elle.

To secure a human-fae truce, I'm one of five women traveling to their magical kingdom, where we'll be courted by fae aristocracy. We have one month to choose a husband from among them. Only Elion, the arrogant, beastly ice lord, is forbidden. His torturous scars make the other women gasp. His icy words rip them to shreds. His touch is colder than frost. He lurks in the shadows, never coming out into the light. One stolen moment with Elion, and I'm intrigued. A kiss, and I'll do anything to call this brutishly handsome lord mine.

The Timber Valley pack has a terrible reputation. Word is their males are dominant, kinky, and possessive - and Josephine's best friend from college is being forced to marry one? No way! Curvy wolf shifter Josephine Southpaw's got the perfect solution. Using a magic charm, she'll disguise herself as the slender, beautiful Camille on her wedding day - while Camille hightails it out of town with the wolf she really loves. Of course, the Alpha will ditch Josephine the second he gets her back to the wedding suite and sees what his chubby bride really looks like...right?

I'm a shadow huntress in dire need of revenge. When a Fae prince asks me to participate in the Yule pageant and spy on the Winter King, I rise to the occasion. He tells me I'm a ringer for the dead queen, and that I don't have to win the pageant or get married in the end. He forgot to mention I'd lose everything in the meantime—including my heart.

All my life I’ve been training to take revenge on the vampire who killed my parents. But Raziel Nostrum is a prince of the city’s most powerful mafia clan—completely untouchable. When I learn that Raziel is marrying a woman he’s never seen before, I know my chance has finally come… I will disguise myself as Raziel’s sacrificial bride. I will gain access to his vicious and beautiful family. And I will murder every last bloodsucking one of them.

Le Commandant Karter est un guerrier Prillon. Son devoir est de protéger son peuple, d’empêcher les planètes de la Coalition de subir un sort atroce qui dépasse l’entendement. C’est un guerrier-né, un battant, la guerre coule dans ses veines. Il n’a jamais pensé à lui, il ne mérite pas d’Epouse Interstellaire, mais voilà qu’on le marie, au pire moment de son existence.

It is said that the Neverseen King comes for a bride every hundred years. I thought it was only legend—until he came for me. I am one of twelve assassins forced to compete for the hand of our unseen king, who I'm beginning to doubt is even human at all. Why he needs a bride, much less one who wields a blade isn't any of my business. All I'm trying to do is get out of here with my life and my heart intact. I don't want to care about the mysteries I begin uncovering about the king, about why he never shows his face, about his palace that turns into a nightmare after dusk.

Vacationing in Scotland, schoolteacher Elizabeth “Elle” Darcy anticipates picturesque landscapes, castles of old and kilt-wearing charmers, not awakening in someone else's body. Worse, that someone just married enigmatic billionaire Callen Bruce. Though that’s not the biggest problem. To the rest of the world, her new “husband” runs an elite empire. But behind his public persona, he’s a king of berserkers locked in an ancient, supernatural war with wolf-shifters. Determined to reclaim her normal life, Elle will do anything necessary to switch back with Callen’s real wife.

When Amber Benson moves into her inherited Manhattan basement apartment, she just wants to figure out her life. But when soul-sucking monsters attack her in the subway and she's rescued by a devastatingly gorgeous man who turns out to be a vampire king, everything changes. Waking up in his penthouse fortress should have been her salvation. It's actually her nightmare.

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back.

#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts continues the hauntingly spectacular Lost Bride Trilogy with book two, The Mirror. “Brittany Pressley delivers a vivid performance.”—AudioFile When Sonya MacTavish inherits the huge Victorian mansion on the coast of Maine, she has no idea...

I’ve loved Kaldur of House Kaalium since the first moment I laid eyes on him. He’s a sinfully charming, lore-smoking playboy with a smile that makes me see stars. As the High Lord of Vyaan, his vast power and wealth extends throughout the entirety of our nation—and he’s as untouchable as he is devastatingly handsome. Me? I’m a lowly human keeper on his grand estate. An orphan with no family. A dreamer, who lives in the adventure of my own fictional stories. I couldn’t be more beneath his notice or unlike the plethora of pretty, clever socialites who warm his bed.

This must be a mistake. There's no way the Goddess chose me to be a demon's bride. I barely have any magick, and certainly not enough to repair the bargain between witches and demons that's kept both our realms stable for centuries. But Eren is… nothing like I expected. Something about him calls to me. Tempts me. And he looks at me like no one else ever has—like I'm strong and worthy. Like he wants to keep me, cherish me… and sink those wicked, wicked fangs of his into me.

Amanda Bryant est espionne depuis cinq longues années, mais quand des extraterrestres surgissent en prétendant qu’un ennemi mortel menace la survie même de la Terre, ses supérieurs l’incitent à accepter la mission la plus dangereuse de sa vie...se porter volontaire pour épouser un extraterrestre, partager la couche de l’étrange guerrier pour mieux le trahir. La mission acceptée, Amanda est promue première Épouse Interstellaire.

My mother sold me to the shifters, all in the name of peace. For more than a century, the witches and shifters have been at war. So when my mother came home with the news that peace had been struck between us, I should've known better. Warning bells should have been ringing in my head, but they weren't. It wasn't until the shifters came for me that I knew better.

Briar Rose might have a name out of a storybook, but she learned at a very young age that no prince was coming to save her. She’ll have to save herself. Unfortunately, even that is an impossible task in her current situation—trapped in a terrifying marriage to a dangerous man. Desperate times call for desperate measures, which is how she finds herself making a deal with a demon. Freedom from her husband…in return for seven years of service. She expects the service to be backbreaking and harsh.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

Perrie Madeline failed to escape Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault, and she became trapped in her enemy’s clutches. No longer the master of her own mind, Perrie serves a new purpose as the Bride. She is now bent on destroying the world with her demon lover—Vale. Maisie Jaser is determined to save her cousin, even if it means forming an alliance with an old friend, one who makes her feel things she would rather forget. But as they embark on the journey through a trail of carnage left by the immortals, they soon realize that finding Perrie is more difficult than Maisie ever imagined.

Centuries of political games killed most of the female werewolves. Now only a few survive, and the Elders work to change the old ways of thinking. Winter, the only daughter of the SilverPaw Alpha, finally meets the soul Gaia has chosen for her: Sterling, the cold, demanding, and entirely-too-human Alpha of the tiny SnowFang pack. Thrust into a world of human wealth for which she was never prepared, Winter must become Sterling's flawless wife and Luna from the moment she arrives.