Ergebnis für "Exiled" in Paranormal & Urban Fantasy

I was exiled by my pack over ten years ago. Why? Because I’m different and different is apparently bad. They are dead to me. I’m better off without them. I know the feeling is mutual. I built a cabin in the woods, away from humans…away from everyone and everything. Some might say I’m a hermit, but I like it just fine. The whole world can go to hell for all I care. I’ve carved out a place where I can just be. I’m at peace. That’s when she blunders onto my land.

Phoebe Meadows is on trial for her life. After freeing her half-brother, Baldur, Phoebe is set to stand before the Council in Asgard to answer for her actions. The threat of exile if she's found guilty looms, not to mention the added stress of meeting her real father for the first time. Upon entering Asgard, Phoebe discovers new allies in a half-brother she's never met as well as an oracle who is in possession of valuable information.

Alpha's word is law. That is what Malcom had always believed and followed. Until the day his alpha decided to not only take everything from him, his love, and his pack, but also to exile him and declare him enemy of their people. Hunted down liked a rabid animal to be taken care of, he tries to do the best he can; he refuses to let his former alpha turn him into a killer of his own kind. While trying to stay ahead of yet another hunting party, Malcom calls in an old debt from the unlikeliest of allies. Vincent has lost all sense of reality. He only lives now to exact revenge.

What's it going to take for Maggie to get a moment alone with her thoughts? Usually, when you squabble with a sibling, they aren't stuck inside your head. But that's how things are for Maggie and Matt, and it's becoming unbearable. Not that they have time to focus on a solution. Maggie has shifter packs from all over the world hunting her, and she can't stay on the run forever.

Staying on the move is all half-Fae Ember can think about when she is stripped of her magic and exiled from Faerie. The human realm is completely foreign to the home she had known centuries before. Her new job on the merchant airship is dangerous, but not nearly as life-threatening as staying within reach of the queen of Faerie. Besides, she’s always been able to handle any trouble thrown her way with a snide comment, a swift kick, and an apathy that protects her from caring about anyone or anything.

I’ve been on the run from wolf shifters since the day I was found as the sole survivor of a pack massacre. It would figure that days after my 21st birthday I would be dragged to the one place I don’t want to be. The one place I shouldn’t be if I want to live more than a few days: the High Alpha’s Estate. Every five years, the horny old bastard holds a feast where any wolf who has come of age is to shift for the first time. I was supposed to be hiding from the High Alpha, but now he seems to be everywhere, and it sure as hell looks like he’s got something planned for me.

Haven’t I been through enough? I think if I was alone and dealing with things like crazy shifter bitches and ancient magical destinies, all while trying to attend my classes, I would have a mental breakdown. Wait, I’ve already had several. Now, in my final semester at Bloodwood Academy, I’m hoping I can finally breathe, maybe take a long vacation where I can get to know my guys a little more intimately, if you catch my drift…granted, that probably can’t happen, seeing as we ended the previous semester in some hot shit.

Welcome to the third semester of Bloodwood Academy, where crap is about to go down. I barely scooted through the last few months, and now one woman struts into my life and sends everything into disarray. We have trouble, starting with the fact that our new addition is ready to start a war. Bloodwood Academy: Semester Three is a full-length reverse harem romance with no end to snark, twisted sheets, and with a snarky heroine, shirtless men, love scenes that will send you swooning, and no end to pulsing...muscles.

There I was with my bare ‘derrière’ waggling behind a dumpster, and in walks Mr. 1950s with his expensive suit, smooth voice, and long hair that I could just see myself tangling my fingers in. Mr. 1950s was just the start, and now I’m stuck in a palpitating version of “It’s Raining Sexy Dragons”.