Titoli in Paranormale

I made a terrible mistake. I gave my heart to my worst enemy in order to survive. Relinquishing my heart allows me access to my pent-up magic. But it has a side effect. Now, as I swim through the sea kingdom, I find myself randomly consumed by dark thoughts. Sometimes when I stare at the men competing in the tournament for my hand, I get a random itch—the urge to reach out and snap their necks. To hear that brittle crack of bone and watch their eyes fade to gray. It doesn't matter how sweet, funny, or handsome they are. The desire to hurt them is nearly overwhelming.

Vivian has never needed anyone to protect her—especially not an Alpha. As an Omega raised by strong-willed Alpha parents, she runs her late grandfather's flower shop with confidence, standing her ground in a city that expects her to submit. Love isn't on her agenda, and with a string of gruesome murders targeting Omegas, romance is the last thing on her mind. That is, until a disastrous first encounter with an Alpha detective leaves her pinned to the ground in a funeral home.

Love? Loyalty? Protection? Just whispers of hope, I stopped listening to. The Cold Moon Pack made sure of it—breaking me piece by piece, stripping away every part of who I was. Until they crashed into my world. Uninvited. Unapologetic. Impossible to stop. Three dangerously possessive wolf shifters who I never expected to notice me at all. One with golden eyes who watches me like I already belong to him. One with a sharp tongue and a sunshine grin that hides a storm of violence. And one tattooed in shadows, whose darkness calls to something fractured—and burning—inside me.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

I ran into a werewolf at a grocery store. The moment our eyes met, he decided I was his mate. Now he's trapped in his furry form, threatening every other guy who so much as looks in my direction. His friends try to convince me that I need to stay in his house until he goes human again, but I refuse. So he shifts back. And the giant of a man—er, wolfman—basically carries me away himself. This werewolf is hunting me, and honestly? I'm a very willing victim.

I'm a beta. Is disguising myself as an omega to attend an omega-only finishing school a good idea? No. Definitely not. But my sister is an omega, and not everyone has someone willing to break them out of their gilded cage the way I would for Everleigh. My mission at Haven Academy pits me against three unexpected alpha foes, and I will not be the one backing down. There's a grumpy math professor who suspects I don't belong, a sexy fencing instructor with a cruel lash for a tongue, and a flirtatious gardener who wants to take me to Paris?

Briar Rose always knew she would be married to the highest bidder. So it comes as no surprise when she finds herself at the altar with Cillian Blackwood, a notoriously beastly billionaire. No one mentioned anything about the other monsters, though. With his scarred face and hulking brawn, Dane is enough to scare most people out of their skin—literally. And when he isn't around? The clever, callous Rhys is all too happy to prove there are worse things than fear.

Her older sister made sure of it. When their parents died, Crystal's sister Eve took over raising her and ensured she got the best education possible. She even went into debt to ensure Crystal was able to attend the prestigious Omega Academy.

Ivy's weekend misadventure in the sticks goes from bad to worse when she hits an animal with her car and winds up in a ditch. One minute, she's faced with a giant black wolf, and the next, he's transformed into a naked man before her eyes. And he insists—she's coming home with him. Tyson hasn't been in man form for years, for very specific reasons. Instead, he's chosen to stay a wolf, deep in the forest.

I always thought the worst thing about my life was shoveling manure. Turns out, I was wrong. My mother's dying words reveal a devastating truth: I'm half-fae. Before I can even process this, my stepfather announces he's sold me off to a cruel stranger. So I run. Into the woods, where fae lurk in the shadows, waiting. The only person I trust is Harek, my best friend. Yet even he has been keeping secrets. Can I trust anyone at all?

Some rules were meant to be shattered. Riley Dawson isn't your typical Virginia Beach social worker—she's an empath with a rare psychic gift that hasn't been seen since the time of the Atlanteans. The ocean calls to her with a fierce, aching pull...and something—someone—is calling back.

I've got some explaining to do, I know that. I mean, I'd have questions if I were in their position, too. The problem is I don't have any answers for them, and I seem to be unable to keep things to myself when I'm around them, which means I, of course, shared, and now they're panicking about how many times I've died. Silly men. It's not like it's a big deal or anything. Oh wait, it is. Then there's Winston and the spirit guides; I don't even know where to start with them.

Xara ist mitten in ein Spiel aus Leidenschaft und Macht geraten, seitdem der Vampirfürst Dorian und sein charismatischer Diener Juraj sie für ihre verstorbene Liebe halten. Während sie versucht, Licht ins Dunkel zu bringen, stößt sie auf immer mehr Geheimnisse. Ein jahrhundertealter Krieg zwischen zwei Vampirclans ändert alles für Xara – wird ihre Liebe überleben?

Quinn is a free-spirited artist who is struggling to get her business off the ground. When a prominent Packmaster commissions a piece from her, she finally sees a glimmer of hope. Creating a masterpiece for this pack is her mission, and Quinn won't let anything get between her and her dreams, not even a marriage proposal.

Purgatory is the life I never knew I wanted. I'm able to release the rage I've kept locked inside my entire life. When the fog hovers above the ground, I am in one place. The Graveyard. A fighting ring where I can unleash the violence my werewolf craves. The winner of every round gets a step closer to getting out of purgatory. The loser has their existence wiped from the universe. With one drop of blood spilled, I think of her. Elouise. I remember being young and in love with a vampire I wasn't allowed to be with. Our love was forbidden. And that fuels my lividity.

I, Maury Powell, am hunting a dark witch who is threatening my newfound family. She strikes from the shadows, casting spells to attack and harass the cat shifter pride. Then, she murders my stepmother, leaving her brutalized body in the bayou. It is up to me and my fated mate, Alpha Anthony Holder, to track down the witch and protect the pride...and our unborn baby. But the witch seems to be one step ahead, having secured a deadly weapon that could destroy the pride from the inside out.

Gryphon shifter Theo has ninety-nine problems, including a brand new gryphon-shifting baby to care for, a surly preteen son who just broke his wrist, and expired truck tags. "Weird Wendy" at the DMV isn't sure what to make of the must-be-a-movie-star smuggling a baby gryphon in a car seat, but she's there to save the day when secrets—and lives!—are at stake.

Mysterious missing person reports, a cursed motorcycle club, and an ancient entity add up to trouble. A bad bargain to stop a long-ago gang war requires a yearly sacrifice from a tightly-knit group of riders, and even their coven of witches hasn't been able to stop the deaths.

When you find your fated mate, don't let go. The problem with Jenna Malone is that she's werewolf Trevor McCall's best SWAT buddy's sister. Trevor suspects she's The One, but how the heck can he make a move? When Jenna invites Trevor to visit her in Los Angeles, he has his chance. But what's hiding in LA is much more dangerous and complicated than any of the SWAT team could have guessed, and Jenna's right in the middle of it....

When I storm out of my ex's engagement party, a meddling goddess whisks me away to Faerie and marries me to a massive grump of an orc. As if that's not enough, I can't leave his side without my teleportation magic throwing me straight back into his arms! I dreamed of leaving my small town and traveling, but I never imagined anything like this. I feel like I landed in one of the books I love, with fated mates and close proximity dialed up to eleven. Wranth's gorgeously muscled body and exciting air of warrior prowess sure don't hurt any either.