Ergebnis für "Vicious Play" in Fantasy Romance

When Rennick was thirteen, the gods bestowed upon him the name of his fated mate—a human girl. As the sole heir to the Mountain Kingdom, magic bound him to his kingdom until he ascended the throne on his twenty-fifth birthday. As a human, she couldn't cross the magical barrier separating the humans from the fae. Heartsore and consumed with thoughts of her, he did the only thing he could and sent her anonymous letters and gifts… Until he crossed the barrier into her kingdom to claim her as his own.

Nachdem ein Unbekannter Delilahs Pflegevater getötet und sie damit vor einem seiner Übergriffe bewahrt hat, kann Delilah den geheimnisvollen Fremden auch Jahre später nicht vergessen – genauso wenig wie Ben, ihren Pflegebruder und einstigen Vertrauten, der inzwischen an der Uni studiert. Sobald sie alt genug ist, schreibt auch sie sich dort ein und macht ihn auf dem Campus ausfindig. Unerwartet trifft sie auf Xavier Donovan, den Mörder ihres Pflegevaters und Mitglied eines geheimen Ordens. Und er hat ausgerechnet Delilah zum Objekt seiner Begierde erwählt.

A new king is on the throne and the rebellion lies in ruins. Keera spends her days drinking and her nights avoiding the strange dreams that have haunted her since she returned from the capital. Keera’s family in Myrelinth won’t let her go without a fight. With new intelligence about the magical seals left behind by Keera’s ancient kin, the Light Fae, she rallies to face her demons and unleash the formidable powers she inherited from her people. But a shocking truth is hiding in plain sight, one with the power to unravel the entire rebellion.

Once, I helped save a kingdom. Now, I’m trapped in a prison of thorns and nightmares. My crime? Knowing the location of a power that could reshape the world—a grimoire I swore to protect with my life. That secret is the only thing keeping me alive while my captors wait for me to break. Until he arrives. Beautiful. Ruthless. Dark, inscrutable eyes. A dangerously wicked grin. But he’s not here to rescue me. He wants the grimoire for himself–and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way. My only choice is a fragile, temporary alliance with a man I can never trust.

They say the gods don’t give you more than you can handle, which is probably why I’m sinking in drama. As a god myself, I guess I’m not included in that little speech. But it’s about time they address me as who I am.

The horror of waking up from the best dream ever and remembering you're a monster is indescribable. My soul is screaming for mercy, for forgiveness, for redemption…but I know I'll never get it.