Ergebnis für "Sherwood" in Literatur & Belletristik

1948: Die angehende Journalistin Melinda kämpft im Nachkriegsberlin ums tägliche Überleben, als sie von einem anonymen Absender ein rätselhaftes Paket erhält. Die Bilder einer mystischen Moorlandschaft und eine ungewöhnliche Schachfigur führen die junge Frau nach England, zu einem geheimnisvollen alten Herrenhaus. Dort stößt Melinda auf die dramatische Liebesgeschichte zweier Schwestern im letzten Jahrhundert, die sehr viel mehr mit ihrem eigenen Leben zu tun hat, als sie zunächst ahnt.

Salem's guide to making a dragon break up with him: Step 1: Don't sleep with him. (No, seriously, don't). And definitely don't let him into your apartment; he won't leave. Step 2: Deny being mates and don't fall in love with him. Steps one and two failed. Gregori is too stubborn and irresistible.

Asher’s dream job: Interior design: check. His dream boyfriend, Park Bo Gum: not check (sadly). Straight as a board, childhood bff Zar: check. Zar becoming his boyfriend: che—wait, what?!

Ari had a game plan for life: shoot people. Get money. Hang out with fellow criminal friends. He saw absolutely no reason to change that plan until one dark night in Memphis, when a little girl reached out to him with pocket change and a desperate plea for him to help her. Adopting an abused little girl off the streets was, needless to say, not part of the plan. Ari had no idea what he was doing with an eight year old. He especially didn’t know how to juggle taking contracts and raising a little girl.

After Ian Moore steps in to save resident Playboy and vampire André Castor from a spiked drink, he expects life to go back to normal. Why, he doesn't know, but that assumption seems reasonable, right? Only André doesn't want it to go back to normal. He's found a cute, trustworthy human, which is an anomaly in his world. Can't he just keep Ian? Ian knows how this game ends, patiently waiting for the playboy to move on…so why is André proving him wrong?

What’s a white knight to do when his princess is causing utter havoc, leading in mass murder? Go to the famous Black Sorcerer of Grimslock for help, apparently. What’s a black sorcerer to do when the white knight comes to him for help? Keep him, naturally.

What happens when you fall and hit the webtoons trope tree? You get killed by Truck-kun, get transported to a fantasy world by a sentient Fae coin, and become the first gay holy maiden. Jake Alexander is Not Happy to be sure. Fortunately in Jake's case, part of the trope tree includes the gorgeous Duke of the North, Theon. And starting a business from scratch, which he's always wanted to do. And revitalizing his new country which is on the verge of collapse.

I’m rather used to the crazy cases, because let’s face it, most cops can handle the run-of-the-mill with their eyes closed. I’m only called in when the situation is weird or they need to solve the case fast. This case is a little of both. Someone’s attacking women as they get off of work, hitting them in the back of the head. What started as a case of battery has steadily built up to homicide. With three murders, six victims, and no leads, the Clarksville PD are desperate to catch the assailant.

This isn't what we wanted. Sherwood is splintering. People are suspicious, angry, violent, and they blame us for the chaos: me and my four shifters. We wanted to save this place, but it might not want saving after all. And we just might end up as fractured as this place itself.

Zander is in an auction house for the sole purpose of getting someone to sign a contract. He doesn't have any interest in owning a blood slave—until he lays eyes on Max. That, he must have. Max is there for reasons of his own, mostly desperate reasons, and he's braced himself for a year of hell, which doesn't seem to be forthcoming. Someone needs to explain to this vampire that he's supposed to use Max, not spoil him. Zander doesn't seem to get it.

Ich bin Willa Scarlett und meine Mutter hat mich gelehrt, niemals auf einen Mann zu zählen. Ein typisches Beispiel: Meine geheime Mission, eine Truhe mit einem unbezahlbaren Schatz vor Prinz John zu schützen. Als die Gesetzlosen von Sherwood Forest nicht helfen, geraten all meine sorgfältig ausgeheckten Pläne ins Wanken. Und Schuld daran trägt ein stämmiger, nervtötender Räuber, der absolut starrköpfig ist, wenn es um mich geht. Männer!

Pop into the unguarded apartment, find the multimillion-dollar Treskilling stamp, pop back out. That’s it, that’s the entirety of Ivan’s plan. What’s not part of the plan? Meeting the cute Aiden Stalworth, feeling guilty about trying to steal from the cute Aiden Stalworth, becoming Aiden’s “Robin Hood” and buying him all the things, playing bodyguard while searching for the stamp, and being trusted completely by Aiden. Ivan very quickly realizes he needs a new plan: seduce Aiden, protect him, find the stamp—and lick him. Licking Aiden needs to be part of the plan too.

Contains books two and three of the Scales 'n' Spells series. Breath: Tori was doing great until sexy dragon Baldewin interfered. Between the little gifts, constant protection, and the steadfast confidence from the overgrown lizard, Tori wonders if maybe that last step needs revising. Wish: North has a map of Europe, a dragon scale, and a little bit of magic. He’s currently short a dragon, but all in good time, right? Right. Because he can totally dodge dangerous men and frustrated calls from his family, all while searching for a dragon during the Christmas season.

It’s like a bad game of Telephone. Grant locates a murdered teen in McMinnville. He calls Jon. Jon locates the girl’s ghost. He calls Mack. Mack talks to the ghost who leads them to more ghosts. Who lead them to even more ghosts. And why are all the murder victims buried under trees? The boys are ready for this game to end, please.

Everyone knows Sherwood Forest means death, be it by an outlaw’s blade, strangled by tree roots, or eaten by witch-spawned demons. No one faithful to the almighty goddess would willingly enter the woods. In the kingdom of Loxley, the crown princess Renna hides treasonous magic in her veins, praying that her private blood tithes to the official church will keep her power dormant.

For the record, putting the Sousa clan to sleep for five hundred years is not Amaru's fault. At least he's found his two—count 'em two—sexy, hunky, adorable, overprotective dragon mates because of it, and they'll help him wake up his clan. So why are his mates avoiding him? Especially Luka. This should not be as hard as they're making it. What are the proper tools to fix relationship problems? Is it screwdrivers?

I never thought I'd find myself here: fleeing for my life with four shifters who've sworn to protect me—no matter the cost. Each of them has claimed a piece of my heart, but that's the easy part. Surviving what comes next? That's a whole other fight. Gisbourne is out for blood—ours—and he's got the power and the cunning to take it. We've lost our home, our resources, and nearly our hope. But we're not done yet. Because this isn't just about us. Sherwood needs saving, and we're the only ones who know the real stakes.

No one in Sherwood wanted me until they did. My life was perfectly on track until the night my parents died. A car crash ripped them away from me and flung me into the grips of my greedy foster father, John. Now I'm fixing cars for minimum wage and trying to lay low until my 21st birthday, when my inheritance—and freedom—will finally be mine.

All Dag Gates wants is a place to call home. (And to practice magic freely.) All Stefan Bjorne wants is peace in his adoptive country. (And less paperwork.) All Mikkel Vinters wants is both of them. (No, really, he could do wedding bells.) So why, pray tell, is half the magical community set on denying them all their wishes?

I thought I was part of their world. That I belonged with them—the outlaws who stole my heart and taught me to fight for my own freedom. But when I learned the truth, I ran. And found myself captured again. Guy Gisbourne is everything Rob and his crew aren't. Polished. Respected. Dangerous in a way that doesn't look like danger—until it's too late. He says he's saving me, but his version of "protection" feels a lot like a prison. He's got a plan for me, a story he's spinning where I'm the lost, fragile girl in need of rescuing. I've played the damsel before. I'm not playing it again.