Ergebnis für "The Alien Mate Index Book 2 Protected" in Fantasy Romance

I grew up knowing three important facts. One, my parents hated Nexus shifters. Two, I was taught everyone should be scared of me, and they should be. Three, I'm a monster. I'm a Nexus, a powerful shifter bonded to five other souls… only I rejected them all at the mating ceremony and ran away with my parents when I was fifteen. After five years on the run, I've finally been found. My Nexus mates dragged me back to the biggest pack community in the mountains of Scotland, where they'll make sure I follow each of their rules and never let me out of their sight.

I'm determined to have a child, which means one week in one bed...with an alien. According to the Xilan-Earth agreement, I'll belong to Prince Vikar, a seven-foot-tall, scaly blue alien, for one week. In exchange for giving him whatever he needs, this cocky "prince" assures me I'll return to Earth with a child on the way. But when the space station's attacked and alien spiders try to steal me, Vikar and I must flee. Then he tells me that once we get away, he's not sending me back....

I keep my head down. In this backward pack, females rank low, and my bad leg makes me damaged goods. It doesn’t help that I’ve never shifted. I don’t mind the late-20s single life, though. No one’s paying any attention as I build an illicit farmer’s market empire. My roomies and I are doing it for ourselves, and if life under Killian Kelly is stifling, at least it’s predictable. We can deal. But when biology finally kicks in, I lose my mind. I claim our alpha as my mate. And he rejects me in front of the whole pack.

Fate has a funny way of finding you when you least expect it. The shifter secret is out and the Creekwood shifter pack has earned their place in the small town. While many accept their existence, there are still those who have a problem with them. As the men of the Creekwood pack begin to find their fated mates, some of the girls are more accepting of their fate than others.

This deal was supposed to be simple: take a shuttle to the space station; connect with an alien in need of Slaking—their term, not mine. One week between the furs with no hearts involved, something I’m determined to avoid after being burned. I’ll return to Earth, and nine months from now? I’ll deliver a scaly bundle of joy.

Eric Warden knows that half-Shifter wildcat Iona is passing for human, living without a Collar in the human world. He also knows that if she does not acknowledge her Shifter nature and her mating hunger, it could kill her. Iona finds the mysterious and dangerous Eric, a wildcat and leader of his Shiftertown, haunting her dreams, but she vows never to take the Collar, fearing backlash against her mother and sister for hiding the fact that she's Shifter. But Eric is a compelling Shifter male, and Iona's hunger calls to him.

Unlike other werewolves, I never wanted a mate. I would rather teach stupid mortals than inherit my family business as my father wished. Because I hated my blood. But I met her, in a bar, on a chaotic night. She's so distinguished, and her scent drove me crazy. With all my strength, I forced myself to leave because I didn't want to entangle this innocent girl in my abyss. But she reappeared in my class. Loving her seemed to have already been written in my genes, and I couldn't resist her no matter how hard I tried.

I am a cyborg. Half human, half machine. My creator optimized me until I was exactly what he wanted. I have turned into an elite bounty hunter. My orders are simple. Anyone who endangers the certain survival of the human race is my prey. The word failure is not part of my vocabulary. Compassion is nothing more than a phrase. My mechanical heart does not recognize feelings. Until an assignment leads me straight to Mara. My creator's beautiful daughter. To her, cyborgs are nothing more than henchmen who quietly take care of anything that humans shy away from.

The aliens who abducted me made a mistake. The Grivath have sold us on Gule - a planet known for dealing in human flesh. The women who are being held captive with me are in high demand and they all look like models. Me? I’m 5'2 shy, curvy, and a kindergarten teacher. Maybe they really meant to take my pageant queen sister? Our ship has crashed and half of the women are missing. Insert the tall, sexy warrior aliens, who saved us. Things are looking up, except that one of them is eyeing me like a snack, and not in a cannibalistic way - if you catch my drift.

New Yorker Ginger Colby, half witch, half werewolf, all curves, has made an immediate and lasting impression on the Alpha of Blue Moon County. Unfortunately, she did it by publicly insulting him - she turned down the smug, sexy werewolf sheriff when he asked her to dance with him at the local honky-tonk. Now the furious Alpha of her pack is ordering her to make amends with Sheriff Sexy - or risk igniting a war between the Red Wolves and the Gray.

I'm in a predicament of historic proportions. I've learned I can't inherit my grandfather's highly profitable business unless I'm married? Yes, an entirely ridiculous rule. I live with a herd of rescue cats and nary a boyfriend in sight. I'm also considered plain, sharp-tongued and overweight. And I've never, once been interested in marriage. Hence my reason for applying for a mail-order husband. The next morning I scream with fright when I find a huge, satanic-looking alien lurking on my doorstep.