Resultado Editorial "Tantor Media" em Humorístico

It seemed like the simplest of requests: break the fated-mate bond between two werewolves. Torie Bliss is finally starting to believe in second chances. Her magic is growing stronger, her found family has her back, and Elric, the brooding werewolf who always shows up when it matters, is becoming something more than just a friend. But peace never lasts long in Singing Falls.

Watch out, teachers! On your guard, classmates! Take cover, school! I made it out of the Abyss, bringing a relative of mine back with me and acquiring great power along the way! Now I'm ready for the next phase of my life. Experimental elite school, here I come!

Recent graduate Mathias Mandrake's life takes a turn when an unexpected inheritance of a distant relative's manor falls right into his lap. However, this home across the country comes with a condition: Mat cannot live there alone. Good thing his best friend Frankie is ready to leave behind his lackluster trail of midnight trysts for a more suburban life. Eager to hone in his dilf-hunting skills, his bags are packed and ready to go before Mat can finish signing the paperwork.

After living in Hell for a year, I might have to amend the saying "Hell is other people" to "Hell is other people's family." Specifically, my dear demon husband's family, AKA my infernal in-laws. Even more specifically, Lucifer, my grandfather-in-law. In a revelation surprising exactly no one...

Life has been crazy, so it shouldn't be surprising that I've been taken by a mythological creature and marked as a potential piece of an apocalyptic prophecy. Except I'm done being a victim. Dangerous claws or not, I won't cower to the scary beast who says I'm his fated mate.

I'm being forced to play in the world's worst reality game show, Survival of the Mated. In the end, I'll have to choose which one of the three hot, gigantic fae finalists I'm going to marry. I knew this was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier. Neither does the rain that won't stop falling. Or the fact that one of the guys on the island, Rhett, doesn't want to be here any more than I do.

Trillin isn't technically a person. She's a tiny breakaway piece of consciousness from the all-devouring Endless, doomed to eventually rejoin it. But when a human witch stumbles into her world, Trillin suddenly has a new reason to figure out individuality—one shape-shifting tentacle at a time.

I was assigned to play in the Fae Bachelorette . . . so I wrote a letter to the Society asking to put me in Survival of the Mated instead. That sounds crazy, doesn't it? It feels kind of crazy. But I've seen the guys on Survival. I know the guys on Survival. And there's one I want as my mate. So...

All Torie Bliss wanted was to throw a birthday party, hex a brownie recipe, and finally settle into her new life—with her besties by her side and a certain smoldering werewolf always showing up at just the right moment. But when Singing Falls' beloved mayor turns up dead—and Torie's name gets tangled with the investigation—her plans go straight out the window.

Joining the elite jewelry enchanter's guild is all I've ever wanted...but nothing I create sparkles enough for them. After my latest rejection, I'm starting to think I'll never be good enough, no matter how perfectly I enchant an emerald. Without their approval or a coven, though, my business is sure to go under.

I've made a life of catering to any craving a friend might have—and now I have a magical pastry shop that does exactly that. Creating enchanted desserts at Pixie's Perch is my lifelong dream, and as much as I love my friends in the Wild Oak Woods, something's missing. Until the fierce warrior orc Ga'Rek shows up with his crew of Unseelie fae. He's never seen anything like my pastry shop, and I've never met anyone like him. When he starts helping out in my kitchen, he heats up more than the oven. He's got a real knack for filling eclairs with cream, too.

Torie Bliss hasn't had a full night's sleep in weeks. Dark dreams claw at her mind, visions she hopes are only echoes of old trauma. But when eerie magic begins to ripple through Singing Falls, Torie starts to suspect her nightmares aren't just memories, they're warnings.

Life has been a whirlwind since my debut album dropped, but not all of it is the good kind. Turns out, audiences aren't the only thing I'm attracting—I've got a stalker. My manager insists I need protection, and before I know it, there's a big, hunky gargoyle bodyguard at my door. Graeme is my polar opposite in every way. He's a massive grump who seems to think smiling is against his job description. The man is all business, no pleasure. And my free-spirited nature seems to be getting under his stone-cold skin. I can't figure out if I want to punch him or kiss him!

I've been thrown out of a plane and dropped on an island full of gorgeous, massive men. Did I mention that said men are all magical fae guys competing for the right to marry me? Yeah, it's a mess. Every man on the island has the same two goals: Defeat his competitors, and win my heart. Luckily, I know one of the guys. We're not exactly friends, but I can kind of trust him. Working together secretly, we have to keep the truth hidden and play the game alongside everyone else . . . because there's no way off this island without becoming someone's mate.

My whole life, I've been the perfect daughter: perfect hair, perfect body, perfect grades, perfect career. Of course my mother would choose the perfect fiancé for me! Thank God I wised up in time and dumped the jerk, but maybe I shouldn't have jumped into bed with the first hottie who winked at me. But how was I supposed to resist? Yeah, he's an orc, and he's muscled and tatted and definitely the take-charge kind of guy. Little did I realize, when I snuck out of his bed, that he'd left me with a present.

Emerie Fox's New Home Comes with Unwanted Surprises . . .Leaky pipes, moldy basements—and a mischievous demon poltergeist who's redecorating her home, stealing her stuff, and leaving blood-soaked messages on the mirror. Sure, the messages are helpful (like reminders to buy milk or grab an umbrella), but Emerie is not the kind of person who tolerates vermin—supernatural or otherwise.

I'm pretty sure there's rules about an elementary teacher hooking up with a student's parent, but what if I didn't know that's who he was? See, I've spent the last few months getting hot and heavy with this guy on the app MonsterSmash, but we haven't exchanged names. This made our parent-teacher conference a little...awkward.

Look, there are plenty of things I just learned about the gorgeous, seven-foot-tall perfect specimen of male living next door to me. Karnak can scent everything about me, including those times I thought I was alone in my hot tub and I decided to experiment with different water jet settings. He's really good at finding lost kitties (not a euphemism). In the four years I've lived next door to him, the orc has known—beyond a shadow of a doubt—that I'm his fated Mate. And apparently it's killing him to stay away.

Herman, Ohshiet, and the gang have made it to Uncle Ray's compound . . . a prepper's dream of high fences, stockpiled food, and enough ammo to arm a small country. For the first time since the System hit, they have a roof over their heads and a plan for survival.

With the help of my great-grandmother's familiar, Baal, I overthrow a reign of tyranny at my preschool. Kids need toys! Power to tots! That done, I finally have time for some serious strength training! The 'Core Snatching' skill I learned from the deadly sin Envy comes in useful here. It lets me devour the very essence of a freshly killed being, and Baal suggests starting with demons—creatures that are beyond salvation. It's a good plan for enhancing my strength. And it works!