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Bon… il s'avère que je suis vraiment la fille de Lucifer. L'héritière des Enfers. Et, vous l'avez deviné, la prochaine reine des damnés. Et si je n'avais aucune envie de régner ? Le lutin s'est retiré, Josh a quitté ce monde, mais je ne suis toujours pas en sécurité. Loin de là. Ce bon vieux papa ne m'a pas seulement transmis son héritage et sa marque. Il m'a aussi légué tous les problèmes des Enfers, ce qui signifie que ses ennemis sont désormais les miens. Heureusement, je peux compter sur les quatre cavaliers, ma meilleure amie banshee et un raton laveur furieux.

Je m'appelle Ruby Morningstar. Je gère un salon de tatouages à Portland avec ma meilleure amie, j'ai un raton laveur apprivoisé, un ex complètement dingue qui me harcèle, sans oublier ce petit détail... Je suis un démon. Une demi-succube, pour être précise. Ou du moins, c'est ce que j'ai cru pendant les vingt-trois dernières années de ma vie. Mais le jour où un bel inconnu me fait sortir de prison, mon monde se retrouve bouleversé, et soudain, je ne sais plus qui je suis.

Mon ravisseur. Mon ennemi. Mon âme sœur. Je suis la meilleure chasseuse de primes du milieu. Je retrouve des artefacts perdus pour lesquels certains seraient prêts à tuer. Alors, quand un leprechaun notoire me propose un contrat impossible à refuser, j'accepte... avant de comprendre que je ne dois pas voler un objet, mais un prince. Le roi Vareck est l'homme qui hante mes rêves depuis des années. Féroce, inflexible et aussi maudit que son royaume de glace, il est tout le contraire de ce que j'imaginais. Maintenant qu'il m'a trouvée, il n'a aucune intention de me laisser partir.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

My captor, my enemy, and my fated mate. I’m the best bounty hunter in the business. I find lost artifacts that people would kill to possess. I’m also broke. When a notorious leprechaun offers me a job I can’t refuse, I realize too late I’m not hunting an object. The contract was simple; steal the prince, escape unseen. Spoiler alert: I failed. Horribly. The moment I step into the fae kingdom beyond the veil, I feel it—someone watching me. Waiting for me.

Faerie was a nightmare—twice kidnapped, magically bound, and held captive by my fated mate. But Eversus? That’s where the real party starts. And yes, I RSVP’d like an idiot. Sadie’s gone. Vanished without a trace. And the only lead we have points to a realm no sane person dares to enter: a pit of smoke and ash, ruled by demons and forgotten gods. A place no fae survives. Eversus. Vareck—the fierce, brooding King of Faerie—is determined to be my plus one into the twin hells. He says we’re bonded. That I belong to him. But I didn’t ask for a mate.

There’s only one rule in the world I come from. Keep our existence a secret. Period. The day my sister broke that rule one too many times, I knew there would be consequences. I expected us to be sent to one of those schools for “troubled” kids - and maybe Daizlei Academy was, in a way. But really, it was far more complicated than that. You see, I thought that world had forgotten me. Forgotten us. For years we were left alone, and one day...we weren’t. It was only when I got there that I remembered the second rule: Trust no one.

Forged by Fury is the fourth book in the Demons of New Chicago series. If you can’t get enough of books by Ella Summers, Annette Marie, Shannon Mayer, Deborah Wilde, K.F. Breene, Jeaniene Frost, Kelly St. Clare, and Linsey Hall, then dive right in to the dangerous depths of New Chicago. Beware of headstrong heroines with snark. These ladies don’t bark. They bite.

For a decade, I’ve hated the supernaturals who owned my world. I hunted them. I killed them. And now, in the most grand twist of fate - I am bonded to one of them. Oh, the irony. Being a supernatural bounty hunter isn’t exactly a popular job. But after the magic wars, there aren’t many things a human can do that will put food on the table. Thankfully, anything my right hook can’t handle, my guns can. Or so I thought.  

Kel Carpenter and Meg Anne present book three in the Grimm Brotherhood series.

I found my brother's murderer, by becoming his next victim. The asshat killed me, too. But little does he know - I came back. Again. Now he's going down. But before I can destroy him, I need to resolve the little issue of me not dying. That's twice now I've cheated death. Something's not right. Graves doesn't think I'm a reaper, and the ghosts seem to agree with him. They say that I'm different. That I'm more. All I know is that things are getting real weird in Farrow's Square and dying is hungry work. Where's a truckload of Hostess cupcakes when a girl needs them?

I died for Hostess cupcakes. I know. Tragic, right? Even worse, after I came back, I still didn't get any cupcakes. What I did get, however, is a six-foot-something reaper with eyes like blue fire to guide me into the world of the supernatural. Which, as it turned out, wasn't quite like the fairy tales little girls are told growing up. Not only is magic real, more importantly, so are monsters. And apparently, I'm one of them.

Being a supernatural bounty hunter isn’t exactly a popular job. But after the magic wars, there aren’t many things a human can do that will put food on the table. Thankfully anything my right hook can’t handle, my guns can.

They say there's no rest for the wicked, and New Orleans never knew how true that was until I came to town. Nobody told me that when I entered the transition, the very gifts of my demonic lineage would be used against me. Nobody warned me that the flames of Hell would burn from within. Or that I'd be driven to lust and madness, my chaotic magic becoming more wild and unruly than ever before.

We've all heard the story of the Four Horsemen. Harbingers of the apocalypse. Destruction given form. Four of the sexiest—wait no—forget that. You get my point. So imagine my surprise when I find out everything I've ever been told, is a lie. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Let's start from the beginning. My name is Ruby Morningstar. I run a tattoo parlor in Portland with my best friend, have a pet raccoon, a crazy ex that stalks me, not to mention this one little thing… I'm a demon. Half-succubus, to be exact.

As with everything else in my life, the descent into Hell was not so simple. When I jumped into the portal I expected to find the Sins on the other side. I expected to find my people—demons—waiting and ready. What I found were flames and fire and ash. The apocalypse hadn’t waited for me. It had already begun. Hell’s barriers were collapsing in on themselves—making my task of finding the Sins infinitely harder. As the Horsemen and I set out on our journey to find them, we discover that not all is what it seems.

A god wants me dead. My ancestors stole half his soul then imprisoned him in Tartarus, thinking he'd be forgotten. That he could never return. They were wrong. The day he rips open a portal between our worlds, my life is over. As the current guardian of his cursed soul, my head is on the chopping block, but there's a snag in his plan. This dark god believes he's my fated mate. We're not, but he refuses to take no for an answer. When he kidnaps my cousin, I'm forced to make a deal. To rescue her, I have to spend six months in Tartarus. Pretending to be his mate. His queen.

My goddess is reborn. The mouthy peacock shifter I find is not the woman I knew. She's somehow more. More human. More lovely. More sinful. And I want her more than I ever have before.

Die Schule für Übernatürliche - Das große Finale! Die drei Schwestern haben endlich ihre vollen Kräfte erhalten. Doch jetzt müssen sie sich für die finale Schlacht vorbereiten. Für eine Schlacht gegeneinander.

I'm torn between three men that I swore I wouldn't get involved with. I know it's wrong, but part of me loves it. Craves it. Everyone thinks I'm the good girl, but what they don't see is that my carefully crafted persona is crumbling around me. My mask is cracked. I'm hanging on by a thread. We all have weaknesses. Mine just make me a glutton for punishment.