Ergebnis für "The Dead" in Liebesromane

Veterinary student Sarah Chen has always been better with animals than people. At 4'11", she's used to being overlooked—until mysterious transfer student Luke Morrison walks into her life. Luke's 6'4" of pure distraction, with amber eyes and secrets he's not sharing. When he becomes her lab partner, Sarah discovers he has an uncanny way with animals and a protective streak that makes her pulse race.

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

They say I'm a monster. Cold. Unfeeling. A man born to rule with bloodstained hands. They're not wrong. I don't feel guilt when I kill—only euphoria. There's nothing like the rush of holding someone's life in my hands, knowing I control the exact moment it ends. Life is weak. Fragile. Death is the only truth. Then I met Remi Cain. Quiet. Obsessed with the beauty of death, just like me. The second I see him, I want him. Not just his body, but his darkness—the parts no one else sees. I want to own him, break him, bind him to me with blood.

Das ist Buch 3 der Reihe. Vorkenntnisse aus den ersten beiden Teilen sind unbedingt erforderlich. Die Gewalt in der Stadt wächst und die Zeit, eine Seite zu wählen, ist endgültig gekommen. Für manche, wie Levi, könnte es bedeuten, einen Freund zu verlieren. Als wäre das nicht schon schlimm genug, droht das Department vor seinen Augen auseinanderzufallen, ohne dass er etwas dagegen tun kann. Neue Gruppierungen entstehen, während alte zerfallen, und jede von ihnen scheint eine eigene Agenda zu haben. Oberflächlich betrachtet, geht es jedem ausschließlich um das Wohl der Bürger.

Poppy had always loved the night, so it wasn't too much of a bother to wake one evening in an unfamiliar home far from London, weak and confused and plagued with a terrible thirst for blood, to learn that she could no longer step out into the day. And while vampirism presented several disadvantages, it more than made up for those in its benefits: immortality, a body that could run at speed for hours without tiring, the thrill of becoming a predator, the thing that pulls rabbits from bushes and tears through their fur and flesh with the sharp point of a white fang.

I always thought I’d die crushed under the weight of my TBR pile, but my death was a plot twist I didn’t see coming. Save your sympathy! Now that I’m dead, I’m living my best freaking life. I’m free to read books for hours on end without worrying about food, rent, or, well, any interruptions. I might finally be able to get through my TBR list… maybe. The only one who can see me in my ghostly form is Wasabi, an adorable rat that lives in the library archives.

I'm Bree, and I see dead people. Not all dead people. Only those with unfinished business. They're everywhere—I'll be eating my breakfast, and a poisoned heiress glares over my Cheerios. I've returned to my hometown of Grimdale to cat-sit for my parents while I plan my next move. I'm looking forward to raiding their fridge, hanging out with their two kittens, and staying far, far away from anything supernatural. But I forgot that I'm never alone in Grimdale. The three ghosts I used to play with as a kid are back in my life again. Only now I'm their age, and they're infuriatingly attractive.

I'm the local bed and breakfast owner who offers extras such as supernatural autopsies and burials, earning me the title of The Undertaker. A string of murders brings the lord of the shifters and the vampire prince to my door. Together we take on the evil lurking in the shadows. But as we draw closer to the truth, they begin to unpick my secrets, which I must protect with my life. Pity they have the best senses in town.

Man ist, wer man ist. Nach der hastigen Flucht aus LA hat es Winter Green ein Jahr lang geschafft, unbehelligt in der tausende Meilen von ihrer Vergangenheit entfernten Stadt unterzutauchen. Gerade als sie zu glauben beginnt, ein neues Leben - ohne ständig über die Schulter zu schauen - wäre möglich, wird sie eines Besseren belehrt. Eine junge Frau, die jemand anderes sein will und scheitert. Zwei Clan-Chefs, deren Waffenstillstand ins Wanken gerät und die Entscheidungen treffen müssen, die keiner von ihnen vorausgesehen hat. Eine neue Macht, die von außen kommt und jeden überrascht.

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet under like the government wanted. Not until I claw my way through the academy that yearns to finish what was started that night. I'd vowed to get back to the men who risked everything to save me—the ones twice my age who should've never looked twice at the naive, bubbly Omega who thought the world wasn't cruel. I learned the hard way. It's merciless.

Tristan Everett has always preferred the company of the dead because they usually don't talk back. Being a somewhat awkward introvert working as a pathologist at the Hackney Public Mortuary suits him just fine. That is, until a freak accident with a rogue ice cube and suddenly he can see ghosts. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any weirder, sassy drag queen, Dusty Le Frey, is wheeled in with a toe tag and she's not prepared to go quietly into the light.

For one brief shining moment, the utter insanity that is Tristan Everett’s world makes sense. He’s marrying the man he loves, has a dead drag queen for a bestie and is surrounded by an amazing found family. Okay, so his life isn’t exactly what you’d call normal. By day, he’s a quiet, mild-mannered forensic pathologist, but the rest of the time, he guides lost souls into the light. He’s also averted an apocalypse, stopped Chaos from coming through a magic door, and drunk tequila with Death.

When a mage assassin asks for help with a delicate matter involving a ruthless vampire mobster, Lorelei agrees—for a price. Part of the deal is that Kane Sullivan can’t know. Yes, that Kane. Prince of hell. Demon to end all demons. Stubborn, nosy, and ridiculously sexy.

„DU GEHÖRST JETZT MIR“ Sie hat einen großen Fehler gemacht. Ein Tacone lässt sich nicht erpressen. Sie will mir drohen? Das geht gar nicht. Falls sie Geld braucht, soll sie mich brav darum bitten. Aber sobald ich es ihr gebe, ist uns beiden klar, was das bedeutet: Sie gehört mir. Ich halte mich so gut es geht zurück und behandle sie mit Respekt. Leider kann ich einfach nicht die Finger von ihr lassen.

Charlaine Harris' smash-hit Sookie Stackhouse series may have reached its conclusion, but the world of Bon Temps, Louisiana, lives on in this all-new collection of 15 stories. Written by a killer lineup of authors, including New York Times best-sellers Rachel Caine, MaryJanice Davidson, Jonathan Maberry and Seanan McGuire, and with introductions read by Charlaine herself, Dead but Not Forgotten puts your favorite characters center stage.

Dies ist Buch 2 der Reihe und baut auf Teil 1 auf. Winter ist nun wieder Teil ihrer Familie und fällt langsam in alte Muster zurück. Was ihr zunehmend Probleme bereitet. Dass der Mann, den sie liebt und der, dem sie "gehört", Gegner sind, macht die Sache nicht einfacher. Detective Levi Hofmann versucht die Hintergründe des "Party Crashs" aufzuklären. Zu viele Unstimmigkeiten lassen das Ereignis in einem seltsamen Licht erscheinen. War es nur eine Show? Auch der Anführer des größten Clans der Stadt zweifelt, muss aber auf den Überfall reagieren, wenn er nicht das Gesicht verlieren will.

Being dead never felt so alive. When eighteen-year-old Cassie Blackwood gets flattened by a truck, she thinks the worst part of her day is over. Wrong. Now she's enrolled at Liminal Community College, sharing an apartment with a banshee who has strong opinions about breakfast, and trying to master "Advanced Manifestation Techniques" without phasing through her chair mid-lecture. Death, it turns out, comes with surprisingly good Wi-Fi but terrible food—except for coffee, which somehow still tastes amazing. Then Adrian Thorne walks into her algebra class.

Ein erhängtes Einhorn auf dem Shirt, ansonsten trägt sie nur einen schwarzen Slip. Ein riesiger Sensenmann bedeckt ihren linken Oberschenkel. Ihre Füße stecken in derben Stiefeln, einer davon zerdrückt langsam die Kehle des Mannes auf dem Boden vor ihr. Ihre Haut zieren mehr Tattoos als meine. Ihre Locken sehen aus, als wäre sie gerade aus dem Bett gefallen. Die Schrotflinte in ihren Händen zielt direkt auf mich. Wenn sie das ernst meint, ist sie noch irrer als ich. Ich glaube, das gefällt mir, meinem Schwanz gefällt sie auf jeden Fall. Trotzdem ist das gerade ein echt schlechter Zeitpunkt.

Kidnapped by the notorious rebel group Provstat, Brexley finds her connection goes deeper than she ever imagined. Reunited with old acquaintances and an uncle she never knew, Brexley is thrown into the vicious world of politics, where human and fae leaders will do anything to come out on top. Here dangerous associations and meticulous plots are far more dangerous and cutthroat than any game she survived in Halálház.

Praised for having “the perfect blend of action, romance, suspense, and paranormal”*, #1 New York Times bestselling author Patrica Briggs's Alpha and Omega series now takes readers into the middle of some bad supernatural business… For once, mated werewolves Charles Cornick and Anna...