Ergebnis für "Feral moon" in Liebesromane

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back. But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once-in-a-lifetime bond.

Jules is an ordinary 19-year-old omega from a perfectly respectable family. He’s not the most beautiful, or the smartest, or the strongest of the four Blake siblings. And he’s fine with it, really. He isn’t ugly or anything, but by omega standards, he’s nothing special. “Nothing special” describes Jules’ whole life. It’s utterly boring.

With my life going down in literal flames I ran from everything: From my father, from a forced marriage, from my mates. Now, charged with a crime I didn’t commit, they’re all hunting me. And they’re all furious. The dangerous deputy headmaster of Animus Academy manages to catch me and along with three of my five mates (two are still a mystery) we’re taken back to the prison-school they use to teach feral beasts how to live alongside humans. Now I’m locked up with the very men I’ve been trying to avoid all my life. No one can know who my mates are.

I moved home to take care of my grandmother. Instead, I got caught up with the worst kind of people in town, and now, I'm the personal punching bag for a member of the mafia who has no intention of ever letting me go. He doesn't care about me. He cares about what he owns. I used to care about things like staying alive or trying to be a good man, but the longer this goes on, the harder it is to see a future different from this. I don't even have friends in this town.

Ich hätte ihn niemals kommen sehen, nicht in einer Million Jahren. Verwildert. Knurrend. Furchterregend. Bis meine Wölfin ihn für sich beanspruchte.

When female wolf shifter Taryn Warner first encounters Trey Coleman, an alpha male wolf shifter with a dangerous reputation, she’s determined to resist his charms. After all, Trey - who was only fourteen when he defeated his own father in a duel, winning the right to be alpha of his pack - can’t have anything to offer the talented healer besides trouble, or so she thinks. Taryn finds herself drawn in by Trey’s forceful demeanor and arctic-blue eyes, and she eventually agrees to enter an uneasy alliance with him.

They call me irreparable. A feral omega who can't be tamed. And I've bitten every alpha who's tried. Before they can either put me down or send me to a breeding facility, fate intervenes in the form of a masked spec-ops team that deals in death and destruction. The Ghosts.

Twice I’ve been kidnapped by the fae. First were the monsters who ripped me from everything I knew and threw me in a cage. Next came the men who rescued me and offered me a safe haven. But my saviors and my former captors have something in common. A decades-old curse holds all the Seelie fae in its grasp, turning them into savage, mindless beasts with the rise of the full moon. Something in my blood cures that rage like nothing else they’ve found. I didn’t expect to find love among the fae...but I can’t deny the feelings growing inside me.

Twelve years ago, I was hobbled by my alpha, cast out of my pack, and forced into an unfriendly world without any protection. Despite being unable to shift, I have talents the others don't have. I can see the spirits of dead people, for one. And I have a knack for fighting rogue supernaturals. My ex-alpha will never let me back in, but there's another alpha in the city. Something has been killing his wolves, and he wants me to destroy it before it takes another one. He'll triple my going rate—but that's not the thing that makes me agree to help him. He says he can free my wolf.

Fae shifter Daphne has landed the opportunity of a lifetime: illustrating her favorite author’s steamy romance novels. If only she could master male physiques…and other essential anatomy. What she needs is a model. Self-proclaimed matchmaker Monty Phillips is a hopeless romantic, but only when it comes to others. Yet when he’s tasked with proving his tips on modern courtship work, he’ll need to step out from behind the pen and into someone’s love life. And he knows just the perfect plaything.

Welcome to Cedar Falls.... I thought the sign seemed a little too welcoming, but when you get the call to move from the goddess herself, you don’t get to be picky. I just wasn’t expecting my new home to be so rustic and...down on its luck. But, when you’re a witch, life can get pretty interesting...and dangerous. Especially when someone is killing the local coven. At least the chief of police is pretty hot, when he’s not accusing me of being the murderer. Cedar Falls seems to have no shortage of hot men. With so many stunning men, why choose just one? Sorry, Chief.

I'm going to kill my hunter. He's turned me into something that shouldn't be magically possible, so now I have this to deal with on top of everything else. Well...I might as well make lemonade out of these freakin' lemons. Yep, that's right Mr. Broody Hunter, I'm going to take these newborn powers you thrust upon me and stop sitting on the sidelines. I'm done taking orders from others and you, and I'm done waiting for the supernatural forces to fix my problems. I'm going to solve the mystery that's been weaving itself around me for far too long.

Jace Warden is sent to the Shiftertown in Austin to find a way to free all Shifters from their Collars. But pulling off the Collars can cause Shifters to go mad or kill them outright. In Austin, Jace meets Deni Rowe, a wolf Shifter with troubles of her own-she was deliberately run down in the road, and while her body has healed, she still has episodes of total memory loss during which she retreats into her pure animal self.

The stronger the alpha, the greater the danger. Moon madness could claim me any time now. I’ve looked all over the continent, gone to mating games, but I still haven’t found the she-wolf meant to be mine. I’ve already become too feral in bed. I’m not safe - not for random females. Especially not the one who just moved into the ranch next door. She’s way too tempting. And I’m way too dangerous. I have to stay away. I don’t dare get near her. Because I would die before I ever let anything harm the little human. Including me.

A morte e ritorno. My family’s motto circles in my mind as I look this problem dead on and try to figure it out. I’ve faced worse than this. Survived worse odds than this. I won’t let this failure break me. We have 72 hours to turn this around. Seventy-two hours to make a new plan out of the dregs of the old. Seventy-two hours until all hope is lost. This task is impossible, but I still like my chances. I have an ace in my pocket, and his name is Mason Cain. He might not want to help me, but I don’t plan on giving him a choice in the matter.