Titoli in Paranormale

Sage Rickman is afraid of everything. After suffering severe trauma at the hands of a vampire coven, the snake shifter doesn't know if he'll ever stop jumping at shadows. Discovering his fated mate is a feral dragon shifter just might be his undoing. Garridan Arach has been set free. Not only has he been imprisoned for years but he's also been stuck in his dragon shifter form. If his human and dragon sides can't merge, not only will he lose his mate, but he might lose his new clan to the coven who held him captive.

Isaac went against his family when he refused to join the military. He had dreams, and he wasn't going to cave to family pressure to give them up. So when his boss offers him an opportunity to get some real experience in the job he's working toward, he leaps at the chance. The only problem is that his new boss is a grumpy dragon with a short fuse known to terrorize the office. But that wasn't anything Isaac couldn't handle. Right?

Ragnar Fall was a trick played perfectly by the angel king, and he almost destroyed the Fall Mountain Pack... until he was fooled by me. Now I'm in his world, at his side, and I'm going to get the alliances my pack needs to build an army against him. I was once a rejected wolf, but now I'm fighting to be their queen. My four mates. My dark alphas. My Hades.

Shadow rider Elie Archambault has been called many things: domineering, brash, loyal—but, most of all, fast. And there’s nothing faster than choosing to marry a woman you’ve never met. All he has are a signed contract and a list of his new bride’s expectations for their arranged marriage. He’s not expecting love or some happy ever after, just a partner who knows exactly what she signed up for. He’ll be faithful because he’s a man of honor, but she’ll never have his heart. …

Clara Savoie is so confused. She is absolutely positive that Henry Blackwater is practically in love with her. But for some strange reason, he won’t even ask her on a single date. Time to take matters into her own hands. When Clara shows up on his doorstep with an unusual invitation, tempting cupcakes, and naughty innuendo, Henry has no choice but to say yes. Now he’s the newest member of the High Tea Romance Book Club. While Clara learns the haunting secrets of her broody grim, Henry shows her what commitment from a necromancer truly means.

She's ours, even if she doesn't know it. Even if she isn't a wolf-shifter. Even if her shifter hasn't surfaced yet. I've endured far too many years of torture and abuse with the only thought keeping me alive, the only thing that enabled me to endure the pain and agony being bestowed on me, was the hope of finding my divinely chosen true-mate. Our true-mate. And there's no way in hell we're losing her now that we've found her. She may not be a wolf but I'm still her alpha and once her shifter emerges there will be no denying that fact… or us.

Düster, dystopisch, schicksalshaft und herzzerreißend – der TikTok-Hype jetzt als Hörbuch. "Wen glaubst du zu beschützen? Der Krieg ist vorbei. Holdfast ist tot. Die Ewige Flamme ist erloschen. Es gibt niemanden mehr, den du retten kannst." Einst war Helena Marino Hoffnungsträgerin des Widerstands. Eine talentierte Alchemistin. Doch all ihre Freunde sind tot. Der Krieg ist vorbei. Die Welt, die sie kannte, ist zerstört. In Paladia herrschen korrupte und grausame Gilden. Und Helena ist ihre Gefangene. Scheinbar war Helena nur eine einfache Heilerin in den Reihen des Widerstands.

Holdar doesn't do commitment. Even his latest security job as bodyguard to a pretty, spoiled—and annoyingly adorable—heiress won't last, which is just as well. The sooner he gets away from her innocent smiles and tempting curves, the better. Trish is desperate to escape her father's gilded cage, even though her latest bodyguard is the biggest, most intimidating—and most enticing—male she's ever met. Then, her disastrous attempt at freedom leads her straight into his massive orc arms.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me.

I never thought I'd find myself here: fleeing for my life with four shifters who've sworn to protect me—no matter the cost. Each of them has claimed a piece of my heart, but that's the easy part. Surviving what comes next? That's a whole other fight. Gisbourne is out for blood—ours—and he's got the power and the cunning to take it. We've lost our home, our resources, and nearly our hope. But we're not done yet. Because this isn't just about us. Sherwood needs saving, and we're the only ones who know the real stakes.

I have one talent, and it's not relationships. It's weaving. But I have one chance to keep my cozy little life in the magical Leafshire Cove, and it's going to require a partner. I swore off romance—my last relationship was a humiliating disaster. But to enter the mayor's tapestry contest and win the contract attached, I need a date, thanks to a ridiculous ancient faerie spell requiring attendants to bring a potential partner. When my frenemy suggests the new watchtower guard, a growly gargoyle named Romulus who never speaks and hides inside a massive cloak, I think she's lost her mind.

Zuri Price has no intention of responding to the strange invitation she'd received to some unknown place called the Red Key Club. She doesn't even like Valentine's Day, after all. But a charming neighbor and a cheating boyfriend change her mind, and, skeleton key in hand, Zuri steps into a new world and into a painful but unforgettable memory of her old one. It's one night of possibilities, one night of her dreams, but what will Zuri do when the star of her fantasies insists that one night could turn into so much more?

As king of the ice giants, I must have heirs. But our customs do not satisfy me. I do not want a giantess who will bear me a child and then leave to be with another. I would much rather pursue a union the human way: find a partner who will share my bed, bear my children, and stay by my side. Until death do us part.

When Gerri Wilder joins a book club, she has no idea she's about to become the ringleader of a matchmaking circus. Armed with romance novels and good intentions, these meddling ladies are determined to spark love between their stubborn offspring. Lena Caldwell is a 36-year-old video game designer who'd rather level up in life than swipe right. She's content with her controller... until she meets a muscular, hunky shifter who promises to give her the Big O she's only read about. Alex Mercer, wolf alpha and bookstore owner, is sick of his mother's not-so-subtle hints about finding a mate.

Juno should've known it was too good to be true. Her old bonds may be gone, but the alphas who entrapped her are not. Andrew Zhao is hellbent on shattering her newfound peace and is going to extraordinary lengths to punish her. Her crime? Daring to be happy. Despite her pack closing ranks around her, Andrew is determined to drag her into the spotlight. Juno soon realizes hiding away will have devastating ramifications—not just for herself and the men she's come to love, but omegas everywhere. And the best person to help her? Might be the alpha she's just let go.

I should be happy for her. Right? But I'm not. Because I know this Derrick character is bad news. Call it my witchy instincts, but I'm convinced something is seriously off with the guy. So how do I prove it to my aunt? The pressure is on as I only have four days to figure it out before the wedding—yes, four days until Beverly says, "I do" to that slimy bastard. As the clues start to come together, I have to wade through a pack of lies to get to the truth and find out who Derrick Baudelaire really is—and what he's hiding.

Poppy never thought her life would get this crazy. Sexy hellhound guards and being the future queen of the Underworld? She had been happy being a waitress and a freelance graphic designer in Chicago, hadn't she? What she was doesn't matter, that life is long gone now. Before she can travel to the Underworld, she needs to find three judges that will preside over the souls of the dead. But who are they? Where are they? And how the hell is she supposed to find them? As she battles agents of Hel at every turn and is confronted with mysterious new enemy Poppy is decidedly on edge.

They took my Merlin license away. To get it back, I must complete the witch trials. Okay, so I have to pass a few magical trials. No big deal. Right? Wrong. The trials are treacherous, ominous, and deadly. I'm not prepared for such brutal, magical tests, but I can't stop. Stopping means failure, and too many people are counting on me. But then the worst happens. While I'm trying to focus on the trials, the local baker in Hollow Cove is poisoned and killed. And someone I care about is blamed.

Peter has made a terrible mistake. Set up to take a fall for a crime he didn't commit, Peter is facing ten years behind bars at Lockland Omega Penitentiary. Unable to handle the intense heat-blockers they use to keep the prison free from heat, he decides to sign up for the delinquent omega matching program. An alpha has to be better than prison… right? Peter commits to the program, signing away his rights and his future, agreeing to be claimed and owned by whichever alpha the program matches him to.

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back.