Ergebnis für "Mason" in Science Fiction & Fantasy

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.

When my sister thrifts an aged map with iridescent lettering leading to a town called Ever, I roll my eyes. According to a quick internet search, the town doesn't exist. We only manage to find it with the help of a sexy gas station owner who offers to come for me if I call him. Swoon. I quickly learn that Shepherd isn't actually human; nobody in town is. News flash—he's a gargoyle—a dominant, possessive, crème brûlée-loving monster. That should terrify me, but something about him keeps me coming back.

After my ex announces his wedding to someone other than me, I'm eager to leave town. A new life and a new job are just what I need to restore my mojo. On the way to my destination, I overnight at a hotel where edible unmentionables and a tattooed orc construction worker rock my world. I sneak out the next morning, figuring I'll never see him again. Until I walk into my new job. That hot orc construction worker? He's my boss.

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.

Duke Marlow, an immortal alpha werewolf and PSI-Operative, whose latest mission is to track down Mercy Deluca. But she's not the villain she's made out to be; she's his destined mate, and together, they uncover a threat that could expose the hidden supernatural world. As they navigate a minefield of deadly secrets, the line between enemy and ally blurs, igniting a flame that could burn the very fabric of their existence.

Payton needs help on her farm. Heavily pregnant from a one-night-stand, she can't manage all the manual labor and is supposed to be on bedrest. An alien man from a cat-like warrior race arrives on her doorstep with an offer to work for room and board. Bodhrri will get to stay on the planet, and Payton will get an extra pair of hands to help out until her babies (yup, plural) are born. Tiny problem—he's the father of her unborn children and he had no idea until now she was pregnant. Is this a secret baby plot?

Siege the castle? Not my style. Save the world? Never gonna happen. Create a bestiary business with a group of beautiful yet contrasting women? Now that’s more like it! 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.

Prepare for a steamy, thrilling journey through the Scottish Highlands, where desire and destiny are bound by blood, magic, and an unbreakable bond. When hardened Highland warrior Mason sets out to find his missing brother, he’s prepared for danger, betrayal, and bloodshed—but not for Raven. This fiery, mysterious young witch carries secrets as dark as her past, and an agenda that threatens to turn Mason’s world upside down.

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.

"Resonance" is supposed to be a dream - that's when your soulmate is chosen for you. And everyone on the ice planet has hooked up with a big, hunky soulmate of their own...except me. So do I want a mate? Heck, yeah. More than anything, all I've ever wanted is to be loved by someone.

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.

Crulden the Ruiner is the name of a fierce gladiator who's broken the rules...and broken anyone who approaches. It's my name. It's a name that strikes fear into the hearts of all...all except the small human female who comes to clean my cell and glares at me the entire time. My new owners want things from me. They want me to play in their games. They want me to win battles for them. Well, I know what I want in return. I want her. And I don't care who I have to destroy to get her.

In a world like ours—except there's elves and goblins, so way better—Michael is dealing with some very human problems. He just fired his useless nephew as his tomb-raiding assistant. On top of that, his uncle's fallen ill, so he's got to uproot his life to look after the business, an antique shop in the city. It's full of artifacts from the age of heroes. Swords, gems, and helmets galore.

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.

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.

A terrifying locked-room mystery from the author of Exiles and William—this time set in a cutting-edge autonomous car. Jamie Newcross wants to disappear. His wife and baby girl have abandoned him, and his only wish is to retreat from society. Because, as it turns out, Jamie Newcross is also...

When the power goes out for good, chaos takes over. Evelyn Hart, a surgeon haunted by loss, must survive gangs, violence, and betrayal. With only her skills and courage, she faces a ruthless new world where every choice could mean life or death.

Vektal & Georgie: What happens after happily ever after? Quite a bit, actually. Georgie and Vektal are mated, but Georgie has a few things on her mind before she settles into her new life . . . why not have a honeymoon?

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.

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.