Ergebnis für "The Bride" in Science Fiction

A pantheon of forgotten gods. An old grudge between a talk show host, an heiress, and the man they shattered along the way. A rapidly deteriorating AI system. An inconvenient tiara upon the head of a friend.

Would you marry an alien to save the life of a family member? Maya Arnold was leading an ordinary life, working a boring job, helping care for her sick sister, and watching too much TV with her mom on the old couch. Then the aliens arrived. Offering a cure for cancer in exchange for women willing to volunteer as brides, the Cerasteans dangle the one carrot Maya cannot resist: a way to save her sister.

Stuck slinging pizzas in the deadest of dead-end jobs, I make a wish. In a blink, I'm teetering on top of a standing stone in Faerie, where I have magical powers! And monsters fighting over me! Thank god, the orc wins. A fierce and deadly warrior, Rovann's nothing but gentle with me.

There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery, but it takes only one. Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

Long have we been alone; without brides, without females to warm us during the long nights, without sweet mates. But we see them from afar, the brides that could be ours. Kept away from us by walls and weapons. Females we long for greatly...obsessively. Human females. And the one with red hair? I want her. I saw her first. I will fight to the death for her. She is mine. So, we’ll come together and make an exchange with their men that will benefit us all. After that? To the winner goes the spoil. Let the hunt begin...but the red-headed female is mine.

Brielle has waited faithfully for her fiancé to return from Terran Prime, only to discover she's been engaged to a lying, cheating bastard who tosses her out on her rear the moment he's back on Earth. Not one to go down without a fight, Brielle will do anything to ensure her survival - even sign up for a bride exchange on another world.

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back. 

As the first humans allowed in Suevan space, there’s a lot riding on my all-woman team. Earth desperately needs their tech, and I’m determined to prove we can negotiate the price. Without their planetary defense systems, Earth is a sitting duck, ripe for invasion. Except the Suevan culture is nothing like ours. When I take part in what I think is a welcoming ceremony, I leave with more than I bargained for: a husband. A mate. Apparently, we’re there to marry them as payment—something the top brass on Earth doesn’t bother denying. Fantastic.

A female spaceship captain? That’s me. I shouldn’t have taken my vessel that route. I’m the captain of my ship. I’m the decision maker. Bad decision. I knew it was bad when the warlord appeared on the comms screen and pretty much said he wanted me to warm his bed. Now I’m avoiding pirates, warlords, and a clan war between alien warlords. Oh, and I’m trying to pay a debt off and save my crew’s life.

Die Wahrheit hinter der Maske! Er lebt für die Jagd. Sein aktuelles Zielplanet: Erde. Die Bevölkerung: Sinnlose Zerstörer. Zielobjekt: entflohenes, unkontrollierbares Tier. Missionsverlauf: Objekt eingefangen. Endergebnis: Weibliche Kämpferin ebenfalls gestellt.

Gemma Hara is drowning under the weight of her father’s debts. Working herself to the bone, she knows that if she doesn’t pay them off in time, the sadistic creditors will take everything: their home, their respected name, and, worst of all, her two beautiful sisters.

Margrethe Amelia Linden (Daisy to her friends) is a young woman of gentle upbringing, some talent as a watercolorist, and firm opinions that often get her into trouble. Determined to find her missing father, in the summer of 1895 she sets out for the last place he was seen: the Wild West. It's a rude shock when her younger sister stows away on the airship - such behavior no doubt the result of her unsuitable friendship with Maggie Polgarth and the Carrick House set.

I'm a creature of possession. What is mine remains mine. Forever. Years ago, a servant girl fled my palace after a… let's call it "regrettable incident." Tonight, I find her standing on a bride market block, selling what's left of herself to the highest bidder. An amusing turn of fate. The...

Mining ash on a remote planet where temperatures reach hellish degrees doesn't leave Kal (aka Spark) much room for dating. Lucky for this hard-working man, a new corporation Galaxy Alien Mail Order Brides is ready to help him find the girl of his dreams. Does it really matter that he lied on his application and really isn’t looking for long term, but rather some fast action? Earth women better watch out. Things are about to heat up.

As the daughter of a traveling chef, I grew up flitting around different galaxies, immersing myself in fascinating cultures, and rubbing noses with socialites. Coming to Krynn was a new chapter, a permanent place to finally call home. But when tragedy strikes and I’m suddenly alone, broke, and desperate, I take work at a dyaan. An establishment where the Kylorr—blood-drinking, winged, fearsome aliens with berserker-like rages—come to feed on willing necks to satisfy their fierce hunger.

Lady Iolanthe of Rockmourn Keep expects to be a spinster all her days. She is very tall. She is very poor. And she is thirty. What lord could possibly want her? But then her father returns with news that he has found a bridegroom for her—one that is impressively tall. One that is strong, and...

Rory Thorne is a princess with 13 fairy blessings, the most important of which is to see through flattery and platitudes. As the eldest daughter, she always imagined she'd inherit her father's throne and govern the interplanetary Thorne Consortium. Then, her father is assassinated, her mother gives birth to a son, and Rory is betrothed to the prince of a distant world. When Rory arrives in her new home, she uncovers a treacherous plot to unseat her newly betrothed and usurp his throne.

Der Atlanische Kriegsfürst Jorik bewacht das Abfertigungszentrum der Koalitionsflotte auf der Erde. Er beschützt Krieger und Bräute und kennt in seiner Aufgabe weder Gnade noch Ablenkung...bis er Gabriela erblickt. Sie verkörpert alles, wonach seine Bestie sich verzehrt. Sie ist weich. Kurvig. Beherzt. In seinen Träumen stellt er sich vor, wie er sie umwirbt, wie er sie dazu bringt dem Drang seiner Bestie nachzugeben und sie schließlich erobert - mit Leib und Seele. 

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

Meet Torven, the falsely accused Inferno Force warrior who takes his tribute bride hostage to save his skin. Dakar, the galaxy's most notorious playboy who finally meets his match. Vox, the damaged part-cyborg who's been programmed to claim his mate by any means necessary. And don't miss the holiday magic when all six couples come together for a Christmas celebration that's more naughty than nice.