Ergebnis für "The Nightingale" in Paranormal

Um seltene Pilzsorten zu analysieren, werde ich mit einigen Soldaten auf eine vermeintlich verlassene Forschungsstation geschickt. Allerdings interessieren sich mein Captain und die Crew weniger für die Pilze als für das Alien, das sie gezüchtet hat – eine ursprünglich als Superkrieger geplante Kreuzung aus den stärksten Spezies des Universums. So viel zu "verlassene Forschungsstation".

I thought I knew my path—duty to my Pack, an arranged marriage, and a life free from the complications of love. But it’s not easy when I can’t get the gorgeous werewolf from a rival Pack out of my mind. Mason Shaw is fierce, relentless, and convinced that I belong with him. When I’m kidnapped, everything I thought I knew shatters. Twisted magic warps my mind, making me question my very self, my beliefs, my own heart. And amidst all this chaos, there's Mason. I know he’s coming for me, but how can I trust him when my thoughts are no longer my own?

Als ich heute Morgen aufgewacht bin, war es nicht mein Plan, meinen erbärmlichen Freund Blake gegen vier Aliens einzutauschen. Ja, offensichtlich gibt es Aliens wirklich, und sie scheinen nichts Besseres zu tun zu haben, als sich in Wäldern zu verstecken und auf die erstbeste Frau in Not zu warten, die ihnen über den Weg läuft. Heute Morgen war Blake mein größtes Problem – jetzt sind es vier wortkarge, unfreundliche und überaus männliche Aliens mit Hörnern, die sich weigern, mich wieder gehenzulassen.

Ich habe genug Science-Fiction- und Fantasy-Romane gelesen, um zu wissen, dass ich in großen Schwierigkeiten stecke, als ich mit etlichen anderen Frauen im Frachtraum eines Raumschiffes aufwache - und leider sind die Außerirdischen, die mich entführt haben, weder nett noch attraktiv. Mein Glück scheint sich endlich zu wenden, als andere Aliens auftauchen, um uns zu retten. Obwohl ich mir nicht wirklich sicher bin, ob es eine Rettung ist. Denn ich ende in den Armen eines unfreundlichen Riesen, der mich prompt von meinen Freundinnen trennt.

Four years ago, Ryan Shaw broke my heart, tore it into little pieces and then stomped on it. Ryan is my fated mate, but when I saw him with another woman, I’d had enough. I finally told him what he meant to me, and he rejected me in front of everyone. Heartbroken, I ran, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Except I’m on a roll with picking jerks. So now I’m on the run again and heading back to the one place I know I’ll be safe to lie low for a few days. But Ryan knows I’m here now, and he has very different ideas.

Just when I thought Ryan and I had finally got our revenge, our world is thrown into chaos once more. A deadly drug is wreaking havoc among the Packs, and to make matters worse, Brock is blackmailing us to nominate him for a seat on the Wolf Council. If he wins, it’s not just us that he’ll be coming after—he wants every Shifter under his control. But this Alpha gig is not proving easy, and if Ryan and I can’t get past our issues and work out how to rule together, we could lose everything.

I’m on the run. Again. Only this time Ryan and his brothers are with me, and we’re being hunted by members of our old Pack. Betrayed and consumed with grief, all I can think about is getting vengeance. But we're struggling to regroup and strike back. Then a bombshell drops—Jem wanted Ryan and me to succeed him as the Alpha pair. I'm overwhelmed and don’t know if I'm ready to lead, but with danger closing in and the Pack in turmoil, I may have no choice but to embrace my destiny to protect the ones I love.

Four years ago, Ryan Shaw broke my heart, tore it into little pieces and then stomped on it. Ryan is my fated mate, but when I saw him with another woman at the regional meet of all the Packs, I’d had enough. I finally told him what he meant to me, and being the jerk that he is, he rejected me in front of everyone. Heartbroken, I ran, trying to get as far away from him and the memory of that night as possible. Except I’m on a roll with picking jerks. So now I’m on the run again and heading back to the one place I know I’ll be safe.

Nessa McRae’s life is all she could ask for; a well-earned reputation as a kick-ass tattoo artist with a list of clients out the door. All she ever wanted was to be able to pay her rent and eat in the same month, and she’s finally found that stability. Little does she know, she has an admirer...an inhuman monster hell-bent on devastating her.

Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that. He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until....

People call me all sorts of names - bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I'm a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy. Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I'm not - righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me. Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life.

In 1924, Paris is a bastion of sexual freedom, even for shell-shocked Leon Laflamme, the most dramatic blond this side of the Seine. After years of loneliness and secrecy, he's married the clever and sumptuous burlesque dancer Claire. However, Leon truly finds liberation when he meets the stoic, intriguing, and silver-haired Count Matthias, who offers true freedom in his dark gift: immortality.

Amy owns the Silver Bullet Bar in tiny Harker Hill, Nevada-the name still makes her roll her eyes, an inspired choice, if she says so herself. And even after all these years, no one's the wiser that she not only owns Harker Hill's only bar, but she's also the town's only vampire. Amy's got it all figured out; keep the residents happy, whether that means selling them booze or taking them to bed, keep it low key and keep them alive. She's been happily tapping the local supply of blood for decades. But