Resultado narrado por "Amanda Friday" em Todas as categorias

Yeah, I shouldn’t have kissed Natalie Slater. Not on the porch. Or at the beach. Or in the storage closet. Especially not the storage closet. But to be fair, she kissed me first. Six months later, I’m still thinking about it. Trouble is, I’ve made promises that tie me to our small town, while Natalie can’t wait to escape. I’ve got no business pursuing her or my secret ambitions. My future’s set, and people here are depending on me. Too bad my gut’s not listening to reason, and I'm being pulled toward different dreams: the career I’ve always wanted, and the woman whose smile I can’t forget.

Major Leah Morgan is a tactical genius and fearless leader who's about to have her limits tested, in more ways than one. The major is tasked with leading the Legacy Operations Command (USLC) to confront supernatural threats from America's past. Her first mission takes the team to Boston's Old North Church, where a Revolutionary War-era mummy is about to awaken. A vital relic has been stolen, and Leah must lead her team into the hidden vaults of history to recover it before the undead spy rises again.

Zombies to the left of the Prodigal Suns, Ancient Gods of Magic to the right. The only place the zombies don't seem to be are marching right in front of them. Not yet anyway. The trek into enemy territory is a lot harder, with Heka's zombies looking for prey, hunting them at every turn. Even with a little magic on their side. No matter. Nothing is going to stop our highly trained heroes. When there's a job to do that no one else wants, the Prodigal Suns, special forces rise and shine and show up.

Maggie Soloski knows if she doesn't take a chance and risk everything, she'll be stuck going nowhere for the rest of her life. With nothing but hope and a prayer, she packs up her little dog Toto and points herself at culinary school in Las Vegas. First, she just has to make a hair-raising pit stop to raise the cash.

Upon waking up in the Emerald City, Dorothy discovers that Princess Ozma is missing. In Quadling Country, Glinda finds that her magical Great Book of Records is also missing. She sends a message to the Wizard for help, but the Wizard cannot find his magic tools either. A search party is formed to track down the dear princess and all the missing magic. Over in Winkie Country, Cayke the Cookie Cook is missing her diamond studded golden dishpan and enlists the Yips advisor, Frogman, to assist her in locating it. Where has all the magic gone and what will become of Princess Ozma?

Beau Slater sure brings the fireworks. Too bad they’re not the good kind. My brother’s best friend was so smoking hot, he blew up our small-town graduation night with one humiliating almost-kiss. It took me five years, one potential dream job, and three thousand miles to diffuse that horrifying memory. So when my worst enemy and I are forced together by our meddling mothers for a first-ever Christmas in July, I can’t risk Beau reigniting my heart. Which means I’m probably supremely stupid to enlist him in my plot to teach our manipulative families a lesson.

What does it mean to be "just good people?" That is how the two couples—one British and one American—in this story are described. But what happens when you look deeper, peeling back the layers of politeness and civility? It is a tale of love, of disappointment, of miscommunication, and missed opportunities.

She could be the one. I’ve spent twelve years caring for my niece Maddie who I adopted after my sister died. Having a daughter has made me picky when it comes to the women I spend time with. Not to mention dealing with the pressure of being a college football coach. But when I spot MJ at a mutual friend’s wedding, something draws me toward her. My friend tells me to forget about her, but how can I when she becomes Maddie’s art teacher and our paths cross again?

Playing nursemaid to Bradford “Three” Fuller is the last thing I need for Christmas. But for the next few days, I’m stuck in charge of my ex’s sparkling eyes, his ridiculous abs, and his (mostly) accidental kisses. I don’t have a choice. You see, Three’s only hurt because of me. And not like he hurt me a decade ago. Like … I literally concussed the man with a fire extinguisher. Still, a make-or-break mission for my parents is what brought me back to the small town where he crushed my tender heart in the first place.

Heka, the ancient god of magic, has grand plans and thanks to Dr. Semenov, Heka knows exactly where to start. Black-market weapons manufacturers and dealers. And his plans aren't for the good of the world. Meanwhile, Emily Trigger and the Prodigal Suns are impatiently waiting for a spell to work so they can track down Heka. They're using the time to figure out the mechanics of Emily's new magic and how they can use it.

There's a demigod on a quest for vengeance who is hunting Emily for her new magic. If Heka gets his way, her team will be nothing but collateral damage. The god of magic has eyes and ears everywhere, watching Emily. Heka's network of human prey form a secret undead surveillance system. And they could be literally anyone. Not good.

When her grandmother is cast out as unworthy after facing Hamelin’s annual Shunning, Scarlett knows she must brave the dangers of Darkwood Forest if she’s to have any chance of saving her. Her perilous adventure becomes a race against time; she needs to find Gran before the previously shunned get to her first. Scarlett’s efforts come too late. As her magic dwindles the farther into the forest she ventures, she becomes hopelessly lost and is forced to accept help from Greyson, the shapeshifting wolf who is stalking her every footstep—and who Scarlett suspects of knowing Gran’s location.

The trail has turned cold, and the Prodigal Suns have to wait for a new sign of Heka to pop up and begin the chase again. When it does, it will lead them on a mission to the other side of the world. A few of Heka's zombie followers have popped up in Turkey and Emily Trigger and the rest of her unit are sent out on the trail. Or so they think.

Austin Montgomery, a single dad and reclusive cowboy, is dragged out of his comfort zone by his young son, a little boy whos determined to find a mom. Ellie Buckley has just been through a surprise pregnancy, shotgun wedding, and the sudden death of her new husband right after she moved across the country to be with him. She stayed with his family to have her baby but she needs a change. Pink hair and an escape to the Oregon coast are a place to start.

I live for happily ever afters. And I'm finally meeting my favorite romance author in person! Only, all this time, I thought author, Amelie De Pierre, was a woman. It turns out, Pierre Toussaint is the man behind the books that make me weak in the knees. He could be the consummate book boyfriend with his dreamy hazel eyes, strong jawline, and those black-rimmed glasses. Not to mention that accent. Oh, that French accent. When Pierre speaks, I feel like I’m curled in his arms on a riverbank being fed chocolate-dipped strawberries.

Emily Trigger and the Prodigal Suns are following Heka's calling card. The trail of injured and dead bodies is a dark trail leading them to the ancient god of magic. Not before a whole lot of searching for Emily and her new unit. While the Prodigal Suns wait for new intel on Heka's whereabouts, Emily finds herself faced with a few new threats of her own, and her newly altered magic suddenly doesn't seem so accidental anymore. There's a rhyme and a reason to her electrifying new abilities-somewhere-and Emily needs to figure out what that is if she wants to stop having so many close calls.

I'll be home for Christmas…alone was the plan, but everything changes when I bump into a handsome stranger who always seems to be in the right place at the right time. So there's a new plan, a plan that involves a casual holiday fling. Merry Christmas to me. But spending the holidays with Park Bradshaw in my charming hometown turns into Mission Impossible when I find out his knife skills go way beyond carving the Christmas ham.

How did I become a washed-up lawyer at the ripe age of twenty-six? I’ll tell you. Connor Freaking Quinn. He’s to blame. He’s cocky and big-headed, the devil himself. When he shows up at my new job, to apologize, I’d just as soon torture him than talk to him. The problem is, the longer I’m away from the courtroom, I can’t help but realize I prefer a much different court. I hate being wrong. But I’m not wrong about Connor. So what if he helps at an underprivileged school and can wear the heck out of a pair of—Never mind. He’s the devil. End of story.

I, Amelia Quinn, am dating again. I must be out of practice though because I sat down at the wrong man’s table…and kissed him. And now I’m wrapped up in the middle of an FBI case… DREAM COME TRUE! Except the super sexy agent doesn’t want my help solving this case. I, Caleb Harris, am a stupid, stupid man. Nothing says rookie agent like kissing a civilian just to get rid of her.

Ernest Medhurst is unwittingly caught up in a minor political intrigue while second secretary to a small German Court. The Princess falls in love with him and to avoid the possibility of scandal affecting her forthcoming marriage her father ensures that Medhurst is duped into leaving the country.