Ergebnis für "Mason" in Action & Abenteuer

Als Geheimagenten gerieten sie auf die falsche Bahn, doch das Schicksal gab ihnen eine zweite Chance. Seitdem führen sie ein zurückgezogenes Dasein. Kommen sie jedoch zum Einsatz, geht es um Leben oder Tod. Als es in Australien vermehrt zu Brandstiftungen kommt, trifft der ehemalige Geheimagent Mason Walsh auf die Brandursachenermittlerin Aria Williams. Sein Instinkt sagt ihm, dass die faszinierende junge Frau tiefer in die Ereignisse verstrickt ist, als es auf den ersten Blick den Anschein erweckt. Nicht zuletzt, da Aria genügend Gründe hätte, selbst der Feuerteufel zu sein.

After years of working in the family construction business, attorney Mason Pierce starts his legal career with a powerful Michigan firm. When a crowded patio on the back of an old restaurant collapses, Mason's new firm decides he's the perfect attorney to defend the owner and figure out what went wrong. With his client facing multiple counts of manslaughter and a massive civil suit, Mason investigates, as an angry prosecutor and an opportunistic plaintiff's lawyer fight him at every step.

Tad has learned more about his past, but he still doesn't know if one side or the other would imprison or kill him simply for existing. Those who know more refuse to tell him more, but share his concerns. Now though, it's time to move forward. He may not know what it means to be a fey but his goal remains the same, namely to open a shop and sell magical items. To get there though, he has a dungeon to master, errant nobles to defy, and the Lawgiver's gaze to avoid. Chaos is in his blood, and he's certain to bring it wherever he goes.

A steamy age-gap romance about a unbreakable young woman who joins the Special Forces program, the no-nonsense commander whose job is to break her down, and an incendiary, attraction that threatens to consume them both. I made it into the special forces course, but there are three problems...

Running a VHS store was supposed to be easy. Just me, my emotionally unreadable co-owner Emiko, and rows of dusty tapes nobody rewinds anymore. But then a pink-haired girl dropped off a 'top secret' tape and told me not to watch it.

Lucian's companions continued to increase, with the addition of the Fairy Princess, Minerva, and the oni warrior, Teflyn. Yet even with their combined power, the formidable Death Knight proved too much for them to handle. After a surprise visit from a certain young immortal, Lucian decided to head east, to the land of the dark elves.

There is no greater motive than bloodlust, DNA, and revenge mixed up in a cocktail of hatred … Grateful to be alive, Mason knows he owes his friends and family not only for his life but for protecting his wife and unborn child. When he realizes that it might not be completely over, he’s on guard, yet not capable enough to defend his family, so he must rely on those around him. Tesla can’t believe it’s over. Mason will make it. They have gotten to the bottom of who targeted him and why, … right? It’s over surely.

Superpowers, robots, and a saucy ghost GF—Just another day in the apocalypse. Starting over should be simple—grab some supplies, pitch a tent, and figure out where to get running water. But when you’re an all-powerful biomancer traveling with a thunder goddess who can’t let go of her training, a pink rat-thing that’s too dumb to be evil, and an AI robot lady who's almost definitely evil, things get complicated fast.

Everyone with the gift is going to the academy. Not me. I'll master magic my own way. School was a chore. All I wanted was to become a magus, enter the academy, and train my chosen affinity. But I didn't pass the test. They said I didn't have it in me. Years later, a run-in with a sassy goth mage named Misty revealed I could do magic. Those damn monocle-wearing pseudo-Victorians at the academy locked me out! Screw them.

One minute I’m in a tree, pointing my camera at a tiger, the next I’m on my back in a medieval fantasy world, while a skittish blonde hovers over me, hoping I’m not dead. I’ve never felt more alive. Because although the dutiful smith’s assistant warns me away from the town’s sinful witch, I still have to go. The witch has the only bestiary book in town, and that’s my one hope of a comfortable life—I don’t feel like donning knight's armor. Turns out, the bestiary is terrible—it's just primitive drawings, annotated by the tall tales of drunken adventurers. I know an opportunity when I see one.

I don’t have to hide behind a mask anymore. I rule New York, and now all I have to do is finish what I started ten years ago. To destroy the man who took my life from me. No one can get in my way. That is until I am arrested for murder and have my first taste of Detective Zara O’Reilly. The woman hell bent on ruining my plans. She thinks I don’t know she’s watching my every move, waiting to drag me back into that prison cell. She can pretend I’m the enemy all she likes. In reality, she craves me as much as I do her.

The gang wants him. The DEA needs him. Mason may be a lost kid's only hope. Passing through Atlanta, all Army veteran Mason Sharpe wants is a break. A break from the rain. A break from the grief he's carrying. A quiet campsite beneath Georgia pines where he can wrestle his demons into silence. Fate has other ideas. Eager to leave the city, Mason doesn't get the cops involved when he catches a kid trying to steal his truck. Jalen is fifteen, confident and smart, but headed down an ugly path. Mason drives him home, advising him to get his life back on track.

Conan was a brutal monster before nurse Hallie fixed him up after his accident. Now he is chasing the only woman who's made him feel alive after her trust is broken.

Army veteran Mason Sharpe's world is turned upside down when his beloved fiancée is killed in a random shooting. Struggling to cope with his grief, Sharpe instinctively heads for the North Carolina town where he and his bride had planned to honeymoon. Alone on a beach, contemplating a future which now seems bleak and empty, he stares into the abyss. But then… A body washes ashore. An investigation begins and the police quickly pronounce an accidental death. But Mason isn't buying it. He believes the man was murdered and someone is trying to cover it up.

The bionic bots that roamed the danger zones cowered before my biomancy, yet the real threat was a little more human. See, the beautiful poltergeist haunting my mind created a real-life, legally distinct mimic monster, and now it wasn’t just the fabric of reality I had to contend with—it was lawsuits from its parent company, run by a smoking-hot boss lady. Between that, a cute secret agent on the run (partly my fault), and the boss of Steelheart gunning for my shop (mostly my fault), I really had my hands full.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

One minute I’m in a tree, pointing my camera at a tiger, the next I’m on my back in a medieval fantasy world, while a skittish blonde hovers over me, hoping I’m not dead. I’ve never felt more alive. Because although the dutiful smith’s assistant warns me away from the town’s sinful witch, I still have to go. The witch has the only bestiary book in town, and that’s my one hope of a comfortable life—I don’t feel like donning knight's armor. Turns out, the bestiary is terrible—it's just primitive drawings, annotated by the tall tales of drunken adventurers. I know an opportunity when I see one.

One moment I'm taking pictures of a fantastic sky beast, aided by a sassy witch, a pretty blonde, and a cute green goblin. The next we’re in bed for the night—and I can't get a lick of covers! This house is too small. It wasn’t meant for this many people and a bestiary business. Problem is, not a lot of folk want a goblin and a witch in their neighborhood. It’s hard to blame them. We can be loud.

It's the morning of my wedding. I don't look like the ruthless mafia boss who rules the underworld. No matter how fake this marriage might seem, by the end of the day, she'll be my wife. Until…she's gone. They call me the Reaper. Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. I don't save people. I bury them. Until she stumbled into my world.

Getting assassinated sucks. Just ask Thomas, a man from Earth who made a few too many enemies. Or you could ask Lucian, the crown prince of another world who met a similar fate. But if you were to ask either of them, then you'd actually be asking the same man, as Thomas' soul was crammed into Lucian's body during their simultaneous assassinations. The Goddess who reincarnated him didn't do it for free, though. She tasked Lucian with the simple quest of saving the Almekian Kingdom from the brink of collapse.