Resultado Editorial "Bryant Street Publishing" em Paranormal

Contessa Dahl has spent most of her life in a haze. As a rudderless orphan, most of her decisions involved her fists and feet and choosing to either fight or run. At twenty-eight, she’s chosen to clean up her act, and just in time. She’s destined to be a special kind of leader. Born into a reclusive group of Viking descendants in rural New Mexico, Tess was meant to become a link for them all—their queen and conduit. Her childhood abduction and the death of her parents meant her people, the Afótama, have had a hole in their web for too long.

Mitchell Blake’s wolf can’t help but howl when he catches Tilly’s heavenly sweet scent. One sniff tells him the delicious lioness shifter is his. The problem? Apparently she’s too busy running the Bless Your Tart bakery to have a mate. Well, too bad. What the Alpha wants, the Alpha gets. That includes one curvy, annoying, scrumptious package named Tilly McBride.

Jenna is working her butt off at three different jobs in order to provide for her younger siblings. And tonight’s high-profile catering gig (hazard pay bay-bee!) at Drokten Main is going to give her not only dollahz, but also the perfect opportunity to check out the shirtless blue alien heroes who saved Earth from near destruction. Whoo Hoo! At the party, she overhears a crazy plot to destroy the Drokten and kick them off the planet. Holy crap! And the next thing she knows she’s standing in front of the Commander of the entire Drokten fleet, as well as the Drokten Ambassador.

Honey loves running her bar and grill, catering to humans and shifters alike. But there are two things that dim her love of the place: cocky assholes who think they own the world, and cocky assholes who think they can flex their muscles and wreck her bar when throwing a temper tantrum. Unfortunately, the drop-dead gorgeous, hotter than hot, shifter man she secretly loves is both.

Darian exists in a realm of darkness. Made and abandoned over a century ago, she is a Shaede, virtually immortal and able to blend with the shadows once the sun sets. An assassin, she spends her nights meting out death for the highest bidder. She’s alone in the world, the last of her kind—or so she thinks. When her infatuated employer, Tyler, sends her out on a routine hit, Darian discovers her mark is not only another Shaede, but Alexander Peck, King of the Shaede Nation. Her not-so-chance meeting with Alexander takes her deep into the realm of who—and what—she really is.

Life isn’t always easy for a Shade assassin. Darian’s extraordinary abilities have made her indispensable to the Shaede Nation, as well as their king, Alexander Peck. But disregard for her own safety and inability to steer clear of danger, has driven her protector, Tyler, to his breaking point. Darian wants to salvage their tenuous bond, but her new assignment, to protect Anya—the first Shaede to become pregnant in centuries—quickly takes precedence over Darian’s love life.

Nicodemus Blackburn has seen the best and worst of mankind. Five hundred years of dealing with them teaches the vampire to be very wary of the creatures. Unfortunately, alarming events leave him no choice but to enter the world of the ton to hunt a rogue vampire—one who is making his own army of blood thirsty vampires. Searching for the villain is not the worst of his troubles. That can be laid at the feet of bluestocking Lady Cordelia Collingsworth.

All of the London is convinced Jack the Ripper has returned to London, but Malik knows better. He knows the familiar scent of a Made, one that has survived longer than he should have. But, while he is pursuing the killer, he cannot keep his mind on it completely. Mrs. Diana Simpson has become too much to ignore. From her haughtiness, to the simmering passion he sees lurking behind the pain in her eyes, he recognizes his mate.

When ruggedly handsome English Mastiff Cynerik discovers an ancient Ohio mound that may hold answers to their dog-shifter history, he teams up with Chocolate Labrador Retriever Library Director Godiva Anglesey to prevent power-hungry werewolves from slicing off their mound to build a golf course.