Risultati per "Jack" in Fantasy

They meet in a clash of swords, drenched in the moonlight of Britain's rugged eastern coast: Captain Jack, his handsome features etched in silver and shadow, his powerful physique compelling "Kit" Cranmer to surrender. He is her dream lover come vividly alive, and his command of the smuggling gang is absolute. His all-knowing gaze penetrates her disguise as the male leader of a rival gang with frightening ease, and his "punishment" with kisses leaves her maidenly modesty in tatters.

How can she want both the alpha who rejected her and the alpha who healed her? Schoolteacher Abigail leaves her pack in shame and pain when her mate's father informs her that she's been rejected, a message he punctuates with his teeth and claws. Injured and frantic, she runs as far as she can...

I'm a doctor and a researcher. My pack is small, in a quiet part of central Texas. It's a simple existence, and I like it that way. It's just me and my two besties, living our best single lives. That is until the mandate comes. Every unmated wolf in the entire world called to one place. I'm a psi, the weakest designation there is. I can barely shift, and there's no chance of me getting matched—only humiliated. It can't get worse—until it does. I've barely made it off the bus when I lock eyes with the hottest wolf I've ever seen, and he reeks of power.

When I get separated from the other members of my Antarctic expedition, I meet a strange, pale, beautiful man who saves me from freezing to death. He says he's the actual Jack Frost, and he's pretty much an ice god, which totally messes with my scientific worldview. I'm all too happy to leave his fine frosty ass at the South Pole and head back to the States where things are messy but not magical. Too bad the charming ice god follows me home.

I promised Eloise a crown. After hundreds of years of fighting and sacrifice, I swore I'd make her a princess and give her the peaceful life she deserves. But when I return to claim my throne, I find my brother sitting on it instead—with no intention of stepping aside. I'm trapped between the vow I made and the kingdom I've lost. Stay silent and keep the peace I promised Eloise but watch her fade as she struggles to reconnect with her magic in a realm that doesn't want us. Or reclaim what's mine and drag the woman I love into yet another battle.

I didn't ask to be rescued. I was doing fine on my own, even if I had just lost my job, dumped my ex and taken a wrong turn down a dark alley. So when Carrarr thinks I need saving and sweeps me up in his huge claws, what am I supposed to do? Say no to this damaged, vicious, and sweet as candy gargoyle who only wants to prove to his mates he's worthy of their love?

Something is wrong with Nora. There's a darkness inside her that she can't seem to control. As she and her men search for answers to her siren's dark nature, someone puts out a hit on her clan. Now, mercenaries from all over are trying to kill them. On top of all that, Nora must take on her first official case for the FUA. Someone is stealing mythical creatures, and they need to be stopped before they can steal the magic of the world's most powerful underworlders.

When Nick investigates a case that leads him to Rowan's door, their passionate connection promises to heal old wounds and grant them both the once-in-a-lifetime love they deserve. But fighting a common enemy entangles them in the dangerous supernatural underworld of Manhattan, where power is shifting, and unbeknownst to Rowan, a former ally has become a deadly enemy.

Just one week after the werewolf fiasco, Terrance is nearly killed by an unknown attacker. He's not the only victim. Fey all around the city are being murdered and with Nora's reputation for solving cases, they're looking to her for help. What choice does she have but to get involved? Not only does being fey make her a target, but the killer went after her troll. He's going to pay for that.

My Soul to Keep: All Kinsey wants is a steady relationship with a decent man who will love her and treat her right. It seems an impossible goal. After getting dumped via a Post-it note, she's fed up with her love life and ready to swear off men forever. While drowning her sorrows at the local...

For 300 years, Gabriel Blakemore has survived in New Orleans after a coup in his native realm of Paragon scattered him and his dragon siblings across the globe. Now a voodoo curse threatens to end his immortal existence. His only hope is to find an antidote, one that may rest in a mortal woman. After five years of unsuccessful treatment for her brain cancer, death is a welcome end for Raven Tanglewood. Her illness has become a prison her adventurous spirit cannot abide. Salvation comes in the form of Gabriel, who uses dragon magic to save her. But there's a harrowing price....

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back. But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once-in-a-lifetime bond. 

My shadow prince was wrested from my arms and dragged through a portal, and I don't know who took him or why. Damien showed me my power as a woman and as a mage, and he means everything to me. He built me back up after my ex tore me down. And now he's gone. I'll stop at nothing to free him, but when I learn the vampire queen is responsible, things get complicated. The subterranean city of Night Haven isn't accessible by humans, and even the most powerful magical creatures in my life won't dare challenge the vicious and bloodthirsty Valeska.

When a member of her new family is the target for an assassination attempt, Kiema and her loved ones go to Earth to put an end to the hit. But murder attempts are the least of her worries when they're imprisoned on Earth, detained by the Wardens, and almost killed by a jealous goddess. Sick and tired of being chased and threatened, Kiema takes the battle to the gods who have used her as a chess piece. The confrontation ends with a throw down and a promise: Step one toe out of line, and Kiema will usher in the war she's tried to stay out of.

Betrayal has a way of making things clearer. When Kiema finally makes it back to Azica, she's expecting some time to train and learn how to actually fight. With alliances made and battle lines drawn, she's thrown into a tug of war between her two surviving relatives. And they don't care if she gets ripped apart.

All Kiema wanted was to fix and master the power coursing through her body. To spend the rest of her days with her chosen family in peace. All she needed was one more mate and two guardians to complete the rune branded in her skin. But just like all of her plans, this one was destined to fail. Caught between warring gods and a group of magical fanatics led by her psychopathic adoptive mother, Kiema finally joins the fight that has wrecked her life. This time, together with her stronger and bigger family, she's playing for keeps. And she's almost got all the power she needs to win.

D’Artaron is the kind of commanding officer every father wants for his daughter, every king wishes they had, and every princess wishes he was in her security detail. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a handsome masculine face, with dark hair that reaches just past his chin. Amiable, brooding, and utterly unavailable as well as self-denying of pleasure, Summer Court's Commander walks around breaking hearts as if it’s his duty. It's not. His duty is to the king. When the king hears of the coup in the Spring Court, he sends the Commander to protect the only royal left standing.

My undead army is in need of a general. The soldiers are divided. Weak. Ruled by the fae leader of the Summer Court. The brother of the princess… Fleur is alluring—everything I’ve ever desired. The type of female who can topple kingdoms and bring males to their knees. Her presence is hard to resist, which makes her dangerous. To me and my secrets. That doesn’t stop me from watching her from the shadows. Or feeding my addiction with a glance or a touch. If I don’t stay away from her, everything I’ve set out to accomplish will burn up in flames. But not having her makes me obsess.

You'd think that as the Royal Seer, I would've foreseen the tall, shadow-cloaked fae appear in the gardens. And how we'd share a bench, an intimate conversation, and a kiss. But I didn't. When he offers his arm to escort me back to the king's ball, I find myself taking it. And learning his identity. The Unseelie king—a reclusive male with magic too powerful to comprehend. Clearly, I shouldn't have kissed him. My mistake. My huge mistake. For now, the Unseelie king demands something my king isn't willing to give. That I become his bride.

I took her out to dinner. And liked spending the evening with her. So when I invited her to the Royal Court, she accepted. But I have been lying to her. And now I have to reap what I've sown. For the male she calls Commander, the world knows as the Summer King. She's a fae with barely any magic. I am the king. She thinks it can't work out between us. And I'll do everything in my power to prove her wrong.