Resultado narrado por "Stefanie Kay" em Todas as categorias

I had to run. It was that, or marry a man my father auctioned me to when I was a little girl. I knew my father wouldn't make it easy, but color me surprised when he sent Caelian Del Rossa to find me. The man is a menace. Arrogant. Infuriating. Enigmatic. He thinks he's my knight in shining armor. I'm convinced he's nothing more than my father's retriever. Turns out my father asked the Dark Sovereign for help to get him out of the deal and me out of a marriage from hell. Their solution? Marry Caelian instead.

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.

Stunned. That's the word when Peyton Brooks, my son's ex, shows up at my door in the middle of the night, asking for protection. Hell, I'm always stunned around her. She's something else—all smiles and curves in one hell of a confident package. Right up my alley. Problem is she's off-limits. Too young, too attractive, and way too much of my kid's ex. Now, she's not just a hottie; she's my job too. Someone offed her roommate, and now her life's in the crosshairs. That's why she came knocking on my door for help.

Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

Ruby Young's new Boston apartment comes with all the usual perks. Windows facing the brick wall of the next-door building. Heat that barely works. A malfunctioning buzzer. Noisy neighbors. A dead body on the sidewalk outside. And of course, a ghost. Since Cordelia Graves died in her apartment a few months ago, she's kept up her residency, despite being bored out of her (non-tangible) skull and frustrated by her new roommate. When her across-the-hall neighbor, Jake Macintyre, is shot and killed in an apparent mugging gone wrong outside their building, Cordelia is convinced there’s more to it.

Austin, Seth, and Cameron. They say I'm theirs. My body agrees, but I refuse to let my omega biology dictate my life. As soon as I can get my hands on those suppressants, the Bryce Packs omega mate will disappear, and Dylan the beta will get back to regularly scheduled programming. We have a conspiracy to dismantle and missing girls to find, after all. But the boys refuse to give me up as they inch their way slowly but surely into my life. They're making it all but impossible not to fall for them a little bit more every single day.

With the government issuing omega females to Alpha packs like we’re social security checks, I cling to my freedom thanks to a black-market suppressant hookup and a lethal family that’s ready to execute any Alpha who tries to force a bond.

Sex is a fantastic stress reliever. Or so I'm told by the two hot guys who offer to help me get over some of my work-induced anxiety by getting under both of them. I say yes—for one night—and proceed to have my world rocked—for three days. I can not afford that kind of distraction. As fun as it was, I have a business to run, a loan to pay off, and a life to live that does not include any extra commitments or responsibilities. Especially not a golden retriever hockey player and a bossy billionaire who are in love with each other and want to make me the third in their long-term plans.

Cordelia Black loves exactly three things: her chosen family, her hairdresser (worth every penny plus tip), and killing bad men. By day she's an ambitious pharma rep with a flawless reputation and designer wardrobe. By night, she culls South Louisiana of unscrupulous men—monsters who think they've evaded justice, until they meet her. Sure, the evening news may have started throwing around phrases like serial killer, but Cordelia knows that's absurd. But when Cordelia discovers a flaw in her perfectly designed system for eliminating monsters, pressure heightens.

A farmboy and a techie meet up on tour. They couldn't be more different. But together, they're hotter than an overclocked computer chip. I didn't mean to bring my dog to my mother's stuffy fundraiser. Okay, I might have needed the excuse to get back to my artificial intelligence research, but I never meant for Bilbo Baggins to escape. And I really didn't count on a sexy lumberjack rescuing my lactose-intolerant dog from the Gorgonzola.

Everyone treats me differently now. Like I'm this broken doll with glue sealing the cracks. It's okay. I can handle their pitying stares. But not his. Not Nicoli's. I hate the way he looks at me like I'm this fragile thing he's too afraid to touch. I want him to love me the way he did before this nightmare started. He needs to realize that I'm stronger than he thinks. I'm not a victim, and I'm more than a survivor. I'm a fighter. And while Nicoli and his brothers hunt the man responsible, I'm plotting my own revenge. This isn't a Dark Sovereign war. It's mine.

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

Hayes Carver has the bad-boy reputation down to go with his scoring records and good looks. Everything changed after the game that destroyed his image and painted him as a dirty player. From the press and social media to his coach and teammates, the pressure is building, and he can't seem to escape the constant scrutiny. When his limits are tested, Hayes turns to me for a way out. He proposes that I play along as his fake girlfriend in hopes it changes the narrative and takes the pressure off him.

Romance novels are my jam. And everyone knows the plucky assistant—that's me—always charms the billionaire in an office romance. Too bad Cooper Fallon has never read a romance novel. If he had, he'd know that if you take a fake date to a wedding, you're sure to fall for him. But I forget that when I take my work bestie, Tyler. In fact, after we dance, when he kisses me under the stars, I forget my own name.

It should have been a harmless swindle. A survival tactic, plain and simple. Because I, Rhea Thorn, am a survivor. At least, I thought I was… Until I conned a psycho. After a meaningless one-night stand, I emptied his wallet and fled before the morning sun. By that night, I had seventeen missed calls and a broken window with a note: You can keep what you stole, but I get you in return. Everywhere I go, he's there—blurring the vision between right and wrong while enticing me with his sultry blue eyes. Alaric promised me I'd never forget him. I'm beginning to fear he's right.

When the goddess Demeter shows up to a party on Olympus in Hades' signature color, he decides to react to the slight by stealing her beloved swan. However, as soon as they cross into the Underworld, the swan changes into a woman revealing that she is Persephone, daughter of Demeter. Eager to continue his plot to annoy Demeter, Hades agrees to help Persephone break the curse on her, but he soon finds that she is nothing like he expected. What starts as a harmless revenge scheme turns into something else entirely.

I'm the daughter of a ruthless criminal on a quest to outrun my past. He's the undercover detective I'm trying to put in my rear view. After a lifetime of being tailed by my father's bodyguards, all I want is my freedom and independence. Illegal street racing gives me the rush I crave. I live for the speed, the hint of danger, and being just on the edge of losing control. So the last thing I need is to run into Deacon Ramsey when I'm breaking the law. Again. I don't care how hot he is or how tempted I am to kiss him. Again.

I walk into the most important meeting of my life—the one that's going to make or break my career—and he's here. The sexy charmer I met in the hailstorm outside. The guy so temptingly tasty I forgot myself, forgot I didn't do things like that, and asked him out. The worst part? He turned me down. And now he's here in my meeting. He's not charming. He's cranked off. Because of me. Well, guess what? It's not the first time I've made a tech bro cranky. Just because I wear skirts doesn't mean I'm going to let them think I'm any less of a programmer than they are.

An ancient curse. Two families bound. A forbidden love. When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A Sacrifice would be made. A Tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due. I would have done my duty as Penitent. I tried.

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…