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Leigh, vingt ans, est une jeune Plumable qui doit récupérer toutes les plumes de ses ailes pour devenir un véritable ange. Il ne lui reste plus qu'un mois pour accomplir sa mission. Elle accepte donc de réformer l'âme Jarod Adler, vingt-cinq ans, chef de la mafia parisienne et pécheur de la pire espèce. Si Leigh parvient à convaincre Jarod d'accomplir une seule bonne action, elle a une chance de gagner cent plumes, plus qu'il n'en faut pour accéder à Elysium, la terre des anges. Ce dont elle ne se doute pas, c'est que le charme ténébreux de Jarod va lui coûter des plumes.

Tarian Hadez—thirty-three, real estate mogul, mob lord, most eligible bachelor in New England, god. The god-part is an exaggeration. After all, if true deities existed, then the world would be a magical place, and it's really not. At least, my world isn't. Calanthe Bloom. That's me. Twenty-four, college graduate drowning in debt, true crime addict, florist by default, single by design. Although not living my best life, I'm enthusiastically pursuing it. Especially, in my dreams, which, since a recent flower-d

People aren’t as they seem. And history…I’m still attempting to reconcile the truth with what I was previously told. My new allies have an agenda, but I have one of my own. Though there’s overlap—we all agree Dante must die—what I desire more than anything is to return to Lore before he levels the kingdom to find me…or loses his humanity trying. I may favor crowns over coffins, but I refuse to live in a world where my mate only exists as a bird.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed. With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple. If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.

Spinta dall'ambizione di reclamare il trono della Luce, ho risvegliato una leggenda dimenticata: un antico re alato, il cui nome un tempo evocava potere e terrore. Lorcan sostiene di tenermi prigioniera per proteggermi. Condividiamo un vincolo psichico che ci unisce nel profondo, ma non sarà certo questo a decidere il mio destino. Quel cammino, intendo tracciarlo da sola, lontano dalle visioni profetiche del Regno del Cielo. Eppure, più cerco di fuggire da questo sovrano oscuro, più scopro che non esiste catena più potente di quella che il cuore tesse in silenzio.

Naya and Adam have nothing in common. Besides black wings. The same birthday. And fathers who are as close as brothers. But nothing else. Sweet, diligent Naya has always abided by the rules. Arrogant, uncivil Adam has made it his life’s mission to break each one. She is the beloved daughter of an archangel. He is the guilds’ resident bad boy...well, bad fletching. When Naya thrusts herself into Adam’s life to request a place on his clandestine team of guardians, he turns her away.

Celeste has spent the last four years building a life outside of angelic guilds—parties, check—pursuing human ambitions instead of celestial ones—college, check—and shedding feathers across Parisian cobblestones and more recently New York sidewalks—speaking her mind, always check. She swore off angels, but the death of the woman who took her in the night Leigh died brings them soaring back into her life . . . and not just any angel but the most detestable one, the one complicit in Leigh’s death—Seraph Asher.

Till a mating link do us part. That was rule number 1 of the arrangement I struck up with my Alpha a few weeks after he arrived in Beaver Creek to solve a pack murder. Liam Kolane and I would have exclusive fun until my wolf clicked with its true mate or until I found a male keen on long-term, since Liam had zero interest in forever.

Seventeen-year-old Aster Redd is convinced her mother is hiding a gun. But no one - neither her love interest Joshua Cooper, nor her twin sister Ivy - believes her. Until her mother fires a gun one dark night. A gun she claims Aster planted on her to make her look evil. With Joshua's help, Aster sets out to prove her innocence, but how can she when the gun is registered in her name?

The only downside to Joshua Cooper's investigation of a mob runner is not being able to discuss it with his two best friends, 19-year-old twins, Aster and Ivy Redd. However, when Ivy sells one of her quilts to the mob runner, and Aster hits him with her car in a motel parking lot, they become entangled in his investigation. The FBI even believes the twins could knowingly be involved with the mob. Joshua will do everything he can to disprove their suspicion and nail the true criminal.

Nineteen-year-old Ivy Redd's talent with a needle and thread has earned her a spot on a coveted reality TV art competition set in New York's Metropolitan Museum. The prize: a significant amount of money and instant acceptance into the Masterpiecers, the school that ensures new artists fame and fortune. Her talent has also thrust her and her twin sister, Aster, into the spotlight.

Angie has studied music her entire life, nurturing her talent as a singer. Now a high-school senior, she has an opportunity to break into Nashville's music scene via a songwriting competition launched by her idol, Mona Stone. Discouraged by her mother, who wishes Angie would set more realistic life goals, she nonetheless pours her heart and soul into creating a song worthy of Mona. But Angie's mother is the least of her concerns after she meets Reedwood High's newest transfer student, Ten.

Bevor ein Orakel meine königliche Zukunft vorhersagte, hätte ich mir nie vorstellen können, dass ich über die Rundung meiner Ohren hinauswachsen würde. Schließlich war ich der magielose Halbling, der von Bestien geliebt, aber von allen reinen Feen am Hof ​​verabscheut wurde. Also ... von allen bis auf einer. Dante Regio, Prinz von Luce, besaß mein Herz, seit er mir meinen ersten Kuss gegeben hatte. Wenn das Sammeln eiserner Relikte mir helfen könnte, den derzeitigen Monarchen zu stürzen und seinen Bruder zu krönen, damit er an meiner Seite regiert, dann würde ich mich sofort auf die Schatzsuche begeben.

There were three things I was certain about. I would never commit murder. I would never strike another bargain. I would never spurn the man I loved to marry the man I loathed. But I murdered, I bargained, and then… I married.

I was locked out of Neverra—a death sentence for faeries born on the isle. Unless I found a way back home, the fire in my veins would extinguish, and with it, my life. That was how I ended up stuck on Earth, with for only companion, a grumpy hunter who hated me for what I was and what I'd done. If I'd known marking him would carry my voice into his mind, I would've kept my magic to myself. No… that wasn't true. I would've marked him sooner. After all, I was mute, so no one had ever heard my voice, until him.

I wasn’t the sort of girl who believed in fairytales, let alone tales about faeries. But that changed the day Faeries came to my small town and Hunters rose from their graves. On that fateful day, I received a book, a peculiar collection of myths and legends. Turns out it was so much more than stories. And just as I was on the verge of unlocking its secrets, it was stolen from me by someone I called a friend. Now, I don’t know who to turn to, who to trust. All I know is that there are two sides, and I am straddling the great divide because I am both Faerie and Hunter.

Fino a quando un oracolo non mi ha predetto il futuro, non avrei mai immaginato di potermi distaccare dalla mia reputazione. Dopotutto, sono una mezzosangue priva di magia, amata dalle bestie ma detestata da ogni Fae purosangue. Beh, tutti tranne uno. Dante Regio, principe di Luce, possiede il mio cuore da quando mi ha rubato il primo bacio. Per aiutarlo a destituire Marco Regio, l’attuale sovrano, e salire al trono con me al suo fianco, devo ritrovare cinque corvi di ferro e restituirgli la libertà. Se solo l’oracolo mi avesse avvertita del demone che avrei liberato.

TWICE UPON A TIME, A PRINCESS FELL IN LOVE WITH A BEAST.I was reborn with no memory of my previous life and no powers, save for transforming into an aberration most wish eliminated. Among the few who don't wish me dead are the Shabbin Queen, the rulers of Luce, and Cathal Báeinach—Fallon’s father and my self-appointed sentry. Despite my best efforts, I cannot understand why the Crow King’s boorish general has decided to guard me, a woman he can barely stand to look at. I may lack education and be physically unpleasing, but do I deserve such scorn?