Risultati per "Thomas Goodwin" in Fantascienza e fantasy

There are no rules, and to the victor go the spoils, namely one feisty human female who claims it’s all a big mistake. A misunderstanding. What she should’ve said to the brutal warrior who nabbed her was that he had mistakenly abducted the wrong girl entirely. Oh, wait. She did. Taken by one cyborg. Claimed by another. Both powerful beasts believe she is their mate. Thrown over the victor’s shoulder and carted off, Lavender finds herself trapped on another world, another planet, in another star system.

Warlord Kai knows his mate is out there, somewhere on Earth. She is alone, hunted by both the Hive and the Coalition Fleet’s Intelligence Core. Both want information she is unaware she possesses. Knowing she is in danger enrages his beast, pushes him ever closer to madness. There is nowhere he won’t go, nothing he won’t do, to find her. Protect her. Claim her.

An Earth member of the medical recovery team on Transport Station Zenith, Harper meets two mysterious strangers from an unknown world. With intense eyes and even more intense desires, it’s easy for the two sexy-as-sin aliens to prove how good it can be with them. Styx, a leader from Rogue 5, knows Harper is destined to belong to him and his most trusted enforcer, Blade. But when Styx is betrayed by one of his own kind, she’s caught in the deadly crossfire.

I’m obsessed with the game. I spend so many hours playing that I dream about dangerous missions on other worlds...and my gorgeous in-game training partner, Kassius. That is, until I win. I beat Starfighter Training Academy. But is it a game? Or alien software designed to recruit new, unsuspecting soldiers for a war in another star system? Because when my hot-as-heck alien shows up at my workplace demanding I leave Earth and travel to the Vega system? What?

Starfighter Training Academy. It was just a game. Choose a role. Build the perfect hero who joins you on missions to save the Vega star system from the evil Queen Raya and her merciless Dark Fleet. Play for hours? Check. Obsess over the in-game romance between your avatar and the sexiest alien you’ve ever seen? Check. Win? Beat the heck out of the game? Check and check. Open your door at 3:00 in the morning to find that smoking-hot alien you thought you made up in your head standing there? Um...okay.

I am a warlord. A beast. An assassin for the Intelligence Core. Even so, I’ve been sent to Earth for a simple mission: Find a mate. I hold no hope. Who would want me? I’m scarred...inside and out. But one look at the human beauty and there is no question: She’s mine. When she is taken from me, I will use all my training to save her from my enemies.

Warlord Wulf thought nothing could be worse than being tortured and contaminated by the Hive. That was before he’s ordered to transport to Earth and represent the Colony in an unfamiliar horror...a human reality show. The Bachelor Beast is the hottest new program on Earth, but being set up with two dozen clingy females is not his idea of a good time. When his Beast refuses to show the slightest interest in any of the show’s potential mates, he knows he must choose one or die due to his raging mating fever.

Prillon warrior Thomar Arcas is the royal heir to his ancestor's legacy of dishonor, betrayal, and death. When he was captured by the Hive, some on his home world cheered. Some sighed with relief. None shed a tear. Thomar, along with his second, Varin, break free and destroy an enemy base, barely escaping with their lives. They transport to The Colony, the last refuge for contaminated males. Upon arrival they suffer in agony, their cyborg implants fighting for control of the powerful warriors.

I know something is wrong. Messed up. Completely off. And no one is paying attention. My BFFs went missing after beating the hottest new multiplayer game on the planet, Starfighter Training Academy. They won. They celebrated. They vanished. So what’s the girl left behind supposed to do? Beat the damn game, that’s what. Find out the truth, even if that includes being recruited to fight in an alien war, lusting after the hottest alien I’ve ever seen, and marching into a battle there’s little chance of winning.

Warlord Tane of Atlan is a warrior, not a prince. So why is he wearing these ridiculous white pants and gold-trimmed jacket? And gods help him, why are there hundreds of females in glittering gowns, circling like vultures, expecting him to dance? The human producers of the Bachelor Beast television show thought this would be a good idea; dress up an unmated Warlord like a fairytale prince, invite hundreds of eligible human women to a “Cinderella Ball,” turn on their cameras, and record everything. And then he sees her. His mate. The only female who can tame his beast.

She was supposed to spend a few days wandering around with her twin sister, seeing the sights, expanding her horizons. The trip was supposed to be a much needed break from the hectic schedule she was keeping in school. She was only nineteen. She had plans. Finish college. Medical school. Husband. House. Two-point-five perfect kids and a golden retriever named Buddy. All that changed with one roar of pain. She heard him. A beast. He was out of control, locked behind an impenetrable wall, alone. Suffering the agony of mating fever.

Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous, he knows he will not return. Waiting to deploy, he is lost, keeping distance between himself and those his tormented beast could destroy. His fate is sealed … until his beast picks up her scent. Sees her face. In an instant, the beast knows this human woman belongs to him and no one else.

Cormac of Styx Legion knows his value to his people. He is an enforcer, a weapon to be wielded. Nothing more. He is accepted but not loved. Feared but not welcomed. He is brutal, efficient and utterly alone. When he receives a coded message claiming he has been matched with an Interstellar Bride, he knows the match must be a terrible miscalculation. When his bride turns out to be an innocent young human, there is nothing he can do but protect her until the error can be corrected.

A heartwarming and dramatic World War I saga of secrets, love and the British royal family for readers of Daisy Styles and Maisie Thomas. Roll out the red carpet. The royal train is due in half an hour and there's not a minute to be wasted. It's 1915 and Ada, Jessie and Beatrice Saward live in a...