Ergebnis für "The Bride" in Science Fiction

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.

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.

I need a deal to survive. But all I have to offer is . . . myself. On the station, humans are the lowest of the low. We take whatever jobs we can, scraping just to get by. Comfort is rare. Security a dream. And a real friend? Almost unheard of. So when my best friend goes missing, I'm desperate to find her. But before long my search leads me to the claws of the leader of the Vinduthi cartel. He's terrifying. Utterly ruthless. He'll help me find my friend, but can I pay the price he demands?

Warlord Iven has one foot in the grave, days away from a ceremonial execution to save his honor—and the galaxy—from his untamed beast. But when a desperate plea lands a mission in his lap, everything changes. A royal child is in hiding. Assassins are on Earth. And his last chance at redemption lies in a sleepy little town in Washington … in the form of a fiercely protective, infuriatingly sexy fourth-grade teacher named Krystal.

Der 'Burning Man' schlechthin! Eigentlich wollte ich nur meiner Freundin auf dem 'Burning Man' aushelfen... Eigentlich wollte ich mit dem geil aussehenden Typen bloß ein Nümmerchen schieben... Eigentlich dachte ich mir, sein Raumschiff wäre bloß ne coole Kulisse... Eigentlich machte ich bloß einen Scherz, als ich sagte, dass er mich auf seinen Planeten mitnehmen sollte und ich bei ihm bleiben würde, wenn er mir gefällt... Spaß beiseite! Der Typ ist Klasse. Sein Planet irre gefährlich. Die Schriftzeichen, die ich in den Katakomben entdecke, der Traum jedes Sprachwissenschaftlers.

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.

My heart pounded as the slaver dragged me into the cells. After weeks trapped in the bowels of Thodos III, freedom had never seemed so far away. Until he emerged from the shadows. Razov, a Vinduthi on a mission.

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.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. Once I scented the human, she was mine. Every part of me hungered for her. To touch. To taste. To take. But she belongs to my enemy. Claiming her will cost me. I may sacrifice everything. My revenge. My life. My very soul.

She appeared in Alpha Station like a lightning strike—unexpected, breathtaking, and utterly unstoppable. A human woman, demanding answers, demanding to go back to Earth. But the moment Paige stepped into my world, I knew the truth, she belonged to me. As a male of honor, I tried to honor her wishes and send her home. The Coalition Fleet refused to allow her return to Earth, and then revealed the truth about her past. She’s not human. She’s Insurian royalty, stolen as a child and believed dead for twenty-five years, and raised on Earth.

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.

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....

In debt and on the run from a crime lord whose nose I may or may not have broken, I take the first ticket off-world that comes my way. The only catch? I have to marry an alien cowboy. My plan is simple enough. Shack up with my groom Silar and convince him to keep me during the first month of our marriage. As long as he doesn't decide to send me packing after the thirty-day trial period, I'll be safe.

Meet silver fox Varden, the captain of the space station who falls hard for a human who thinks he’s a hologram. Then there’s first officer Kos whose tribute bride is stolen by galactic pirates.

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.

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.

All I've wanted since my abduction from Earth's first long-range space flight is freedom from my alien captors. But when I'm sold off to a Rhonar warrior, I learn I'm not the only one enslaved on this hellish planet, and survival comes at a cost. The commanding alien they call Xelan may be in charge, but his fair dealings—and devilishly sexy charms—give me hope for the future. If I can strike an agreement with the battle-scarred warrior, perhaps together we can change the destiny of those bound in chains. And if I can't—well, I haven't backed down from a fight yet.

Fiercely loyal to her country, Nadine will do whatever it takes to destroy the ancient evil threatening her world - anything except allow a wild savage to put his mark on her. Plagued by survivor’s guilt, Magnus the Vast vows to do whatever it takes to bring home the friend he left behind. Claiming the beautiful hellcat who wants his head is a convenient bonus...one he won’t let her get out of.

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.