Resultado Editorial "Tantor Media" em Contos de Fada

Rosemary: Locked away in the King's City and forced into a dreamless sleep where even my wife can't reach me, my hope is quickly wilting. When help arrives, we're forced into a strange alliance, working alongside our enemies. Together, we might be able to overthrow Lollishire's monarchy and restore the peace. But I feel the constant pull of the Hartwood, calling me to set the forest free. And I'm learning there are more powerful forces than greedy kings and manipulative queens trying to keep Carabosse from me.

If there's one rule Hester learned during her country upbringing, it's never accept a gift: that's how the Folk get you. Although she's left her farm behind, she can't leave her superstitions. She's looking for loopholes, and the king's annual Commoners Ball seems like the perfect way to get a free meal that's not technically a gift—and it would have been, too, except a pesky prince took a shine to her.

Bound by magic, Celinda serves her step-family night and day with little hope of escaping the drudgery of her life, and even less hope of attending the upcoming series of royal parties hosted by the Crown Prince, who is seeking a bride. When a family heirloom summons a handsome Faerie, Celinda sees a possible avenue for escape. But she finds herself being seduced, not by the prince, but by his incredibly attractive father, the King. Tempted by the pleasure the King offers and drawn by the magic her Faerie godfather can access, Celinda's heart is tugged in two different directions.

When Juliette's older brother makes an astounding claim to save his own skin, Juliette is escorted to the palace, along with other magically gifted young women who are being taken from their villages so the king can choose a bride. But Juliette's brother lied. She has no magic. She's a baker and a businesswoman, not a sorceress . . . and now she's trapped, facing death if she displeases the king. When a handsome tattooed man shows up and proposes a bargain, Juliette makes a deal with him out of desperation.

Juggling my new relationship with Salem while my feelings for the rest of my demon hybrids spiral out of control? That's where the real danger is. After our trip to the surface, we have to pretend we don't know the Games are a scam to cover up a secret rebellion. The headmaster's neck deep in the coup, Hell's royalty are playing their own cutthroat game, and my magic—unpredictable as ever—is still a wild card.Worst of all? My secret—that I'm not actually a guy—is a ticking time bomb.

Johan had resigned himself to spending his life alone. Until them. Until two sets of scared but fierce amber eyes peer at him through curtains of silky white hair, and Johan's heart takes on a new beat. A beat he can't ignore. Despite escaping their captors, a dark cloud looms over Elias and Henrik's heads. They were bought and paid for, after all.

Adalwin has always been a prince. Born into royalty as the heir to the throne of Hallin, he was raised to rule a kingdom. Only, the one he receives is not the one he expected. Cruelly cursed and presumed dead by all who once knew him, his kingdom is now made up of a murky glen where water-splashers dwell and crooked linden trees block the light. Sitting on a throne built from bracken and moss, his only subjects are those creatures that won't run in terror at first glance. After all, who could swear fealty to a monster?

Atlas Skye is the renowned prince of pleasure with the magical ability to elicit desire. Repulsed by his son's shameless reputation, the kralv issues Atlas an ultimatum. Find a wife or be shipped to a remote camp in the mountains to mine for fire rubies. Everinne Auvyre is touched by death. She thrives on careless decisions to avoid her volatile magic and the nightmares haunting her. When her brother refuses to aid her destructive habits, she finds employment at the Mystic Obscura, an exclusive parlor full of provocative entertainment, where the price to enter is a single drop of blood.

I was minding my business drinking when the boys when I decided to take a smoke break and saw the unthinkable—a man had his hand wrapped around Astrid's neck. She wasn't just the VP's daughter in my eyes. She was the kind of woman who should have a man worship her, in all her curvaceous glory. I wasted no time teaching that sorry son of a bi*** a lesson. That was the moment I knew she was mine, even if I knew there would be issues with her father.

A mysterious woman appears nightly at the bedside of a prince and sings to him until he falls sick with love for her. A determined hero tracks his beloved through several incarnations, struggling to win her back. A young warrior seeks a woman who turns into a swan. These are the plots of...

Earth has ascended . . . Magic tears through an unsuspecting planet of humans, bringing mythology and monsters to life—and providing humanity a chance to prove their mettle. The world teeters on the precipice between salvation . . . and damnation. With the anomaly in control of one of...

Earth's ascension continues, and Calum and Eilidh are on the trail of the corruption that has claimed their friend. With their community in Oban growing in leaps and bounds—and their new ability to travel to waypoints beyond—everything should feel more stable. But as their friend's condition worsens and new threats rear their heads to the south, time is ticking.

Cinder-Szule Reinholz has no intention of marrying his kingdom's rake of a prince. His place in the world is to keep his incompetent, destitute household afloat. It's the only respectable thing he's managed since his mother wasted her dying breath tasking him to do good, and the sins he's...

Twenty-five kills under my belt and still going strong, not bad for a twenty-four-year-old. Tartarus, a forgotten hole in the ground, a city overflowing with crime and filth. There are no gods here, only wicked, entitled men, and I feast on their blackened souls. Attracting the attention of the infamous Titans was never part of my plan, but they've awakened a hunger that's hard to ignore. I have to kill them, take back what's mine, and punish them for what they've done, but what if part of me wants to keep my new toys rather than break them?

At the northern edge of a land ruled by a merciless foreign tyrant lies a wild, forbidden forest ruled by powerful magic. Veris Thorn—the only one to ever enter the forest and survive—is forced to go back inside to retrieve the tyrant's missing children. Inside await traps and trickery, ancient monsters, and hauntings of the past. One day is all Veris is afforded. One misstep will cost everything.

As Layla Ironwood-Steelsinger prepares to host a massive Midsummer celebration, she can't shake the feeling that something dark looms on the horizon. And she's not wrong. Ancient spells and plots are unraveling, gods walk among the party, and deep beneath the earth, a force that could destroy everything stirs in its centuries-long slumber.

The mistakes we make can last a lifetime. In my case, that's been centuries. Millennia. I vowed I would never again steal her away to the Underworld. I broke that vow. She is here in my realm. My house. My bed . . . And she says she forgives me. But there is still so much she doesn't know.

Persephone: All my life, I've had questions, holes—gaps in my mind. Now, too much is clear. Everything I thought I knew about the world crumbles around me as a truth I can no longer deny takes its place with a violence that leaves me trembling. Reality distorts to make room for a fate I wish we didn't have to face. Grief is a burden that weighs heavy on my heart, but for them—for life—I will fight. Even if it takes my very last breath. Even if it costs the final beat of my ravaged heart.

Persephone: A love of ancient Greek lore, and a passion for archaeology brought me to Greece. I should have known better than to work for Hades Pluton. He is magnetic, and dark, and dangerous. He is a painter of torment, and his touch promises the most delicious sin. He is everything my mother warned me about men. And yet my heart is a prisoner to his. Ancient lore brought me here, but my love for him threatens to keep me. If I could trust my slipping mind, I might not fight it so hard—this love. But my mind is slipping.

The Fae are real—this is a fact that Aisling Morrow has believed since she was a child. Her late mother's accounts of their beauty still linger in her mind, but with the caveat: Do not involve yourself uninvited with matters of the Fae. Aisling has no plans to do so—until she discovers a prophecy which names her the Red Woman, destined to turn the tides of war in Wyldraíocht by ensuring the fall of the Unseelie Court.