Titres dans Action et Aventure

To take her place as rightful queen, Malin Strom stands by the side of the Nightrender and his guild of thieves in the fight to take a throne she never wanted. Now, as warriors from distant kingdoms answer their call, a new battle begins. But when dark fae side with the Black Palace, Malin and Kase are forced to take drastic measures. If they are to have a hope for victory, they must forge an unwilling alliance with a cruel sea fae, draw out a cursed beast they thought long dead, and even risk the lives of everyone they love by twisting the memories of fate itself.

Farron, the Prince of Autumn, wants nothing less than to be tangled up with Dayton, the Prince of Summer. Dayton is reckless, wild, and probably hasn’t opened a book once in his life. Meanwhile, Farron likes to think everything through—including how to survive the next few weeks while his family is staying in the Summer Realm. But Dayton has set his sights on Farron, and despite his better judgment, Farron finds himself drawn into the storm that is the Summer Prince. The deeper he falls, the more Dayton pulls away, and Farron can’t hold onto him any more than the sand can hold onto the tide.

Ari had a game plan for life: shoot people. Get money. Hang out with fellow criminal friends. He saw absolutely no reason to change that plan until one dark night in Memphis, when a little girl reached out to him with pocket change and a desperate plea for him to help her. Adopting an abused little girl off the streets was, needless to say, not part of the plan. Ari had no idea what he was doing with an eight year old. He especially didn’t know how to juggle taking contracts and raising a little girl.

Hui de un crimen involuntario. Hui de los hombres que no me quisieron. Hui de una guerra. Esta es mi historia, entre España y Orán, junto al Mediterráneo. Orán. Años 20, siglo xx. En esta ciudad africana de origen árabe, pulso español y administración francesa desembarca una joven con el falso nombre de Cecilia Belmonte. En apariencia, ha cruzado el Mediterráneo para escapar de la miseria, como tantos compatriotas. Su razón, sin embargo, es más turbia. La urgencia por sobrevivir la obliga a dejarse la piel en plantaciones y lavaderos, como empleada doméstica y operaria de fábrica a destajo.

Stepping into the Hollow’s Hunt felt like diving headfirst into a nightmare, especially knowing that my relentless pursuer would be Landon Blackwood. The Hollow’s Hunt—a twisted spectacle where women are ensnared in a labyrinth designed for the sadistic pleasure of Ravenwood’s elite. I naively accepted the invitation, unaware that I would become the centerpiece of Landon’s psychopathic pursuit.“Did you believe I wouldn’t recognize your worth?” Landon drawls, a smirk ghosting his lips as his icy blue gaze lingers on my every move. “Tonight, I’m not just hunting—I’m claiming what’s mine.

Where I come from, there's no forgiveness for a whistleblower, even if I saved countless lives. Unemployed with a wrecked reputation, my only option is a pity job as a leadership consultant for a secret, government-employed team of assassins. After moving clear across the country, I thought I'd feel safe from the ones who want revenge for my so-called valor, but then I met him. Linc. The ghost in the shadows, who will never be seen for the hero he is.

Dr. Alec McGuiness reluctantly finds himself back in Scotland and checking up on the only woman to ever get under his skin, Connie. After she spurned him many years ago, he knows his humble life as a doctor could never be enough for her. But when the duke of Kilmaine is murdered in cold blood, with Connie sleeping right next to him in bed, Alec knows he must protect Connie at all costs from those who would frame her for the duke's murder.

Wanted: Companion for a reclusive billionaire. Apply online now. It should be so easy. A twelve-month contract with a fat bonus at the end—providing I don't quit. Except when something looks too good to be true, it usually is. Little did I know how interwoven my life is with his. Saving him might cure my own crushing guilt. Or it could break us both. The question is—am I brave enough to find out?

For three years, Laryn Hardy has been a Night Stalker mechanic. Tirelessly working on their choppers, keeping the pilots safe with her skills…and falling ever deeper in love with Tate Davis. But the hotshot airman sees her as nothing more than a sparring partner, and it’s too painful to be overlooked by the man she’s wanted forever, which is why she’s been exploring contract options elsewhere. But when one interested party gets a little too pushy, she decides to lay off the job search. Just in time, too—because out of nowhere, Tate suddenly seems to have realized she exists.

There was a sh*tstorm brewing. Whispers. Rumbles. A rot—fueled by greed and protected by corruption—that’d seeped like sewage, eating away at everything it touched. The only people I trusted were my brother by blood, my brothers by patch, and the crazy Irish-Scottish bastard I did jobs for. That was why, when the hot-as-hell blonde started trailing my brothers and me, I had to act.

In the game of predator and prey, sometimes the greatest trap is discovering you no longer want to escape. I've always escaped into gaming when reality became too much. As MistressOfMischief, I found freedom behind a screen, building a bond with my online partner, Rogue, that felt more real than most of my relationships. For two years, we shared victories and late-night conversations—I thought I knew him. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I'm the only one standing between her and those who want her dead. She sees a monster when she looks at me—blood-stained hands, a heart blackened by violence. What she doesn't see is that those same hands are the only thing keeping her alive. She runs from me, again and again. But every escape only drags her closer to the enemies hunting us both. She burns with hatred for the cage I've built around her… And yet, there's heat beneath the fury. A hunger neither of us can outrun.

Wenn ich meine Ausbildung zur Walküre überleben will, muss ich mir meine Flügel verdienen. Wenn ich Kain überleben will, muss ich eine Entscheidung treffen, die unsere Welt in Schutt und Asche legen könnte. Ich bin kaputt. Meine Fae-Magie funktioniert nicht, und niemand weiß, dass ich existiere. Meine Schwester hingegen ist auf dem Weg zu großem Ruhm. Sie wurde auserwählt, in den mythischen Federklingenhallen zur Walküre ausgebildet zu werden. Doch als die Walküren kommen, um meine Schwester abzuholen, nehmen sie mich mit.

If you can’t beat ’em… burn it all down. The fae royalty think I’m their toy. Their entertainment. But I’m the only thing standing between their glittering world and the darkness waiting to consume mine. To buy us time, Tarian enters me into the court games—a bloodsport for the bored and cruel. No allies. No protection. Just monsters wearing crowns and smiling as they watch me fall. My odds of survival? Slim. My resolve? Unbreakable. They’ve always underestimated me. I exist in the shadows. I thrive there. And when they push me too far…

All my life, I've been scorned for what I am: an object of desire, a temptress, a demon. Now my dark and mysterious powers of seduction might be my only salvation. I am living in a nightmare. Rune's voice torments me. Cruel hands offer touch and torture that I cannot refuse. My addictive blood spurs obsession and frenzy, but I am not defenseless. The born vampires can't fathom the embodiment of wrath and vengeance they are forging from sin and blood.

Captain Alister Paine has always had his good eye set on treasure, murder, and sinking ships. His fame as a ruthless, bloodthirsty pirate has spread across the Seven Seas. The Howling Death, his precious warship, is the deadliest ship on the ocean waters, striking fear into the hearts of all those who see it. So when a deceitful yet sensual woman steals his bloody ship from him, he wants nothing but revenge! And revenge can come in many forms...

A wildland firefighter reconnects in a second chance romance with his late best friend's sister, the one that got away, in the scorching hot book two in the BookTok viral Sky Ridge Hotshots series. “Let me be your twin flame, love.” I walk into the local bar with my hotshot crew, dirty and...

They say keep your enemies close,but I might have gone too far. Konstantin Marinov is powerful, dangerous, untouchable. The Bratva king with death on his hands and sin in his eyes. He thinks I’m just his new assistant. Naive. Innocent. He has no idea I’m here to destroy him. To uncover each one of his secrets. To dismantle his kingdom piece by piece. But the closer I get,the harder it is to remember why I came. He watches me like I belong to him. Touches me like he owns me. And when the bullets start flying,he doesn’t hesitate to protect me. Now I’m caught between lies and desire.

Ambassador Kirov, the Prime Leader's technology advisor, is a fierce warrior with an unmatched intellect. Battling dark demons of his own, the last thing he expects is to catch a human female, with hair the color of fire and a body that makes him burn, spying on him late at night. When his animalistic Instinct awakens for her, Kirov knows he'll have to play dirty to win his tempting little hellion, who challenges him at every turn.

Love isn't on my mind when I sign up for the yearly Sinners Retreat, but a chance meeting at the airport changes everything. We click right away, and my bond with Kindra only deepens when we discover our mutual love for the most macabre hobbies. But then she brings up her brother's unsolved murder and her real reason for being here—to find his killer. That's when my past finally catches up with me, and I'm faced with an impossible choice.