Ergebnis für "Jack" in Science Fiction

Dieser Eisplanet bringt jedes Herz zum Schmelzen! Georgie und einige andere Frauen wurden von Aliens entführt und sind auf einem fremden Planeten abgestürzt: einem Eisplaneten mit Schneestürmen und lebensbedrohlichen Temperaturen, auf dem es weit und breit nur Schnee und Kälte gibt. Georgie macht sich mit der einzigen wetterfesten Kleidung auf die Suche nach Hilfe, um ihre Begleiterinnen und sich zu retten. Und tatsächlich findet sie diese auch: Vektal, ein großer blauer Einheimischer, ist nicht nur äußerst hilfsbereit, sondern auch ziemlich sexy.

After having foiled multiple assassination attempts during his training, fighting pirates, and encountering a group of terrorists bent on destroying entire solar systems. Desmond McLaughlin thought he’d have an easier time of it on official deployment.

Die Ice Planet Barbarians bringen alle Herzen zum Schmelzen! Kaum zu fassen, oder? Raahosh, einer der blauen Alienmänner von Not-Hoth, hat mich entführt, damit ich mich unsterblich in ihn verliebe. Das wäre ja noch schöner! Okay, er ist unglaublich sexy, aber diese unwiderstehliche Anziehungskraft, die von ihm ausgeht, ist reine Biologie. Da sind keine Gefühle im Spiel. Das liegt alles an dem Symbionten, den alle auf Not-Hoth aufnehmen müssen, damit sie auf diesem unwirtlichen Eisplaneten überleben können. Der Symbiont sorgt dafür, dass Raahosh glaubt, dass wir füreinander bestimmt sind.

Get all your alien dragon shifter bad boy needs in this one delicious box set containing: DRACO, DRAXX, DREGA, DAEOS, DRASUS, DRELIX. Six full length novels filled with dragon shifters finding their fated mates. Expect growls, snarls, plenty of 'mine', along with action and adventure in a dangerous prison maze. So many tropes I can only mention a few — forced proximity, only one bed, he falls first, enemies to lovers, new to mating MMC's and everything you love! Plus, as an added bonus — the Christmas novella GRUMPY DRAGON CHRISTMAS is included in this set!

I only went out to the supermarket. Then I was abducted. By aliens. Freaking aliens! What the hell? So now I'm on another planet, at the mercy of one massive alien predator . . . And what an alien he is! Big muscles everywhere, handsome, winged, and with a burning desire to eat me. Whole. Jyr is the leader of a fearsome alien species known as the Gryn. Dark and dangerous, winged and clawed, these predators need females, and he believes he already owns me.

Sylas is the planet’s most ruthless fighter, unmatched in the arena and feared by all who come up against him. Until he meets me. The abducted human forced into servitude and far from home. He growls ‘mine’ and I am claimed by a seven-foot wall of scars and sinew. There is more to Sylas than his chiselled good looks and proficiency with a sword. My proud gladiator is broken in more ways than I thought possible. And he won’t stop until I belong to him entirely, even if it means breaking his bonds with the arena.

I have a new rule. Don’t fall for the alien dragon warlord… even if he claims you for himself. Plucked from Earth, stuck on the most disgusting space ship in the universe with my best friend, of course I had to run head long into him. Darax the Sarkarnii Warlord. Imperious, scaled and HUGE, with a tail covered in spikes and a smile you could cut yourself on… He’s just captured the ship I’m hiding on and taken claimed everything on board. Including me. With his chain around my wrist, he thinks I belong to him. But Darax has never met a human before.

At the frat party I see a bright light and find myself sitting on a bed with a huge monster looming over me. I'm terrified and, at the same time, there's something about those black eyes, that scent, that purrr that makes me come alive. Horde life is simple. When I find an Omega during a raid, I should deliver her to the compound. If I don't, I'll lose my life, the lives of my horde alphas, and I'll start a full-scale rebellion. And yet, I can't part from her. This one belongs to me.

Nathaniel Clarke has a secret. Before he became the owner of an occult bookshop on Bookseller's Row, he was a prince of the kingdom of Paragon. He’s only ever had one weakness, and he hasn’t seen her in a decade. Despite a passionate affair, she refused Nathaniel’s proposal in order to pursue her music career. Now, Nathaniel is reluctant to open old wounds, but he can’t refuse Clarissa’s plea for help, or the passion her nearness awakens in him - even as he learns the cause of what ails her is tangled with the deadly past he left behind.

I'm probably the galaxy's worst bounty hunter, but I swear on my life, my tech told me the unconscious male I found was my mark.Now I have a very, very angry Gryn gladiator in my hold who shouldn't be there and I don't know what to do with him. Once he's calmed to a mere simmer, Klynn demonstrates his ability to escape from any where he pleases and I have no option but to strike a deal if I don't want to wake up with a Gryn attempting to eat me alive.

The two blue lines weren't the last things I saw on Earth, but they may as well have been. Knocked up and abducted, I know how lucky I am to have landed a job with a horned alien arms-dealer where my accountancy skills come in surprisingly useful. However, I can't imagine my new employer is going to want to keep me on with a baby in tow. And when the massive, ridiculously handsome, winged gladiator growls MINE...I know I'm done for.

The alien virus I caught after I was taken from Earth has left me a shadow of my former self. The only saving grace, my voice is unaffected, but it means I’m the songstress to a wealthy alien who keeps me like a canary in a gilded cage. Then, after someone attempts to assassinate him, he employs a gruff, grumpy former Gryn gladiator as his personal bodyguard. Rych is intimidating and handsome in equal measure, with a penchant for training outside my window in the early morning, all muscles, feathers and very little in the way of clothing.

Blayn is a vicious, dirty fighter in the arena. Picked for his ability to maim and destroy, he's the one gladiator you never bet against. However, his feral nature has got him into trouble too often, and someone has to get him over his fear of being touched by anything other than a sword, claw or tooth. That someone is me. Former cleaner in a pleasure house here on Trefa, now expected to help this dangerous gladiator become greater than ever, or else he'll lose everything, including his life.

Battle scarred Drasus is the Kirakos' grumpiest, grouchiest Sarkarnii and he really doesn’t want anyone around him. My former job as a doctor means I’m given the assignment to take care of him as he recovers from his wounds. Does it matter I’ve only ever treated humans? Apparently not. Only Drasus doesn’t want to be nursed and he’s determined to make my life absolute hell, or at least the way he growls at me makes me think he does.

He's a warrior of mayhem, a broken alien dragon shifter, and he needs to claim me to be whole again. Taken from everything I knew and dropped in the middle of an alien prison maze, what's a girl to do? Get stuck in of course! My assistance is needed everywhere and I love to help. As for all the huge alien dragon shifter warriors, the Sarkarnii, who rule this part of the maze? I give them a wide berth. All except one.

No monster can own me. Not even him. The aliens who took me from Earth thought I was small and puny... how wrong they were! Instead, they ended up with a banshee of a human who had no intention of staying abducted. So now this alien maze has its first freedom fighter. I can put my unusual talents involving weaponry to good use, causing as much havoc as I can until I find an escape.

With my fellow humans all safely coupled up with their Sarkarnii mates, I have a growing problem. I'm pregnant. So I insisted on being left on Kitchik, a tiny planet where the weather has already taken a turn for the worse. As the snow falls and I try to get used to my new existence and impending birth, I run into Drekkan. Big, bad, fire breathing Drekkan. He's been marooned on Kitchik for too long and all he wants to do is cause trouble. Plus, he hates the winter solstice celebration which is just about to take place

I was minding my own business, exploring this brand new alien world myself and my friends have found ourself on, when Dexx kidnapped me. The great, scarred warlord is king of the underworld and he says he needs a mate to break the cycle which afflicts him and his crew. I am not a science experiment. I am not his mate. And I won't fall for his gruff, strangely innocent, charms. Dexx might think he's found a solution to the mutation which tortures him, but he knows nothing about mating and nothing about females.

He's a terrifying brute of a male that I can't help but fear. Ripped away from Earth and everything I know, I'm stuck in a lair of alien warriors, including him. The one that stares at me, threatens me. Hates me. Until he brings me his broken feather and asks me to mend him. What else can I do? Back home, I was a falconer, training and taming birds of prey. What are the chances I can tame this fearsome predator, before he decides I'm his next meal?

Myk is the rogue alien warrior's brooding weapons master. Fresh from his hell-like forge, he's the definition of an alien angel of death. He thinks he knows what will heal him. He wants a child. And he's chosen me to fulfil this desire. I can't deny that there's something about Myk that calls to my bruised heart. An alien bad boy who needs my help. But do I want to give him my body, when all I want to do is feed his soul? Can I enter into this arrangement without risking everything . . . again?