Titoli in Azione e avventura

At fifteen, I was a killer—a weapon forged by a deceiving madman's twisted desires. A little bird in a gilded cage, my soul destroyed and remade in his image. I wielded a power no mortal creature should ever control, one I vowed never to use again. Seven years later, I thought I'd escaped that life. I never expected my past to find me, let alone in the form of the three fae warriors who used to invade my every thought. Dane, Grey, and Kallum—oblivious to my true identity these past few years—now see me for what I am.

I have lost my chance to claim a bride. No more females remain. They have all been taken by naga males that will kill to keep them. So, when I hear a female scream within my territory, I do not hesitate. I go after her, intending to claim her for my own and prove my strength. My worth. This is my chance. Except… she is not one of the human females I have come to know. She has just arrived. She is hurt, afraid, and fleeing from another male. But she does not want to be saved; she wants to fight.

Hui de un crimen involuntario. Hui de los hombres que no me quisieron. Hui de una guerra. Esta es mi historia, entre España y Orán, junto al Mediterráneo. Orán. Años 20, siglo xx. En esta ciudad africana de origen árabe, pulso español y administración francesa desembarca una joven con el falso nombre de Cecilia Belmonte. En apariencia, ha cruzado el Mediterráneo para escapar de la miseria, como tantos compatriotas. Su razón, sin embargo, es más turbia. La urgencia por sobrevivir la obliga a dejarse la piel en plantaciones y lavaderos, como empleada doméstica y operaria de fábrica a destajo.

Bennett Sharp is on the run. Wanted for piracy, she fears neither God nor death nor man. Except Priest Farrell.

La primera vez que la vio en aquel poblado del desierto, mientras aguardaba su llegada, supo que esa mujer sería todo un desafío. En cuestión de minutos, Malik comprendió que Catherine Beauclerk se adentraría bajo su piel con una fuerza devastadora, trastornando su vida con sus preciosas sonrisas y su lengua indomable. A pesar de ello, su deber era escoltar a esos ingleses hasta Mascate y guiar la extensa caravana de camellos a través de los lugares más seguros de An-Nafud.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

This isn't what we wanted. Sherwood is splintering. People are suspicious, angry, violent, and they blame us for the chaos: me and my four shifters. We wanted to save this place, but it might not want saving after all. And we just might end up as fractured as this place itself.

I'm not the hero in this story—I'm the monster who claimed what wasn't his to take. I was supposed to sell her to the highest bidder, a marriage that would seal alliances and strengthen her family's power. But seeing her bloodied and defiant changed everything. Her father and brother thought they could use her as a pawn. They didn't realize I was playing a different game entirely. I destroyed them all, leaving her seemingly free—only to chain her to me instead. She thinks she can escape, build a normal life away from the violence she was born into.

Ruthless. Lethal. Handsome as sin. The devil has always been wrapped in a tempting package. And that's Mason Kincaid. King of Vegas and of sinners. He owns half this town and runs the other half with an iron fist. He's pretty much everything I've learned to avoid. I dated his brother a few years back when I thought a bad boy would be fun. It did not take long for me to learn the Kincaids are not fun. They are the snakes in the garden…

It ends where it begins. Four couples. Six books. One saga. Tristan and Morana. Dante and Amara. Alpha and Zephyr. Shadow Man and Lyla. The world is darker. The game more dangerous. The stakes much more deadly. A new era is born.

I've lived my life with rigid control. A tight vice on myself and my emotions. Scars from my past have left me broken. Riddled with guilt and anguish. When my baby sister was kidnapped, I feared the worst. That she'd suffered the same fate as our mother stirred up those feelings I've tried so desperately to bury and ignore. I never expected to find her. Drea Ortega. A five-foot, tattooed, killing machine who took my breath away from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She was my beacon of light in my dark, chaotic world. My heart. My soul. My everything.

Every Tuesday, my best friend and I get together to watch spy movies, and I dream of a secret agent sweeping me off my feet. Imagine my surprise when a) one actually does, b) I don’t realize he’s a spy (even though “secret” is in the job title, so I should’ve seen that coming), and c) his mission is to protect me. For the record: I don’t need protecting. But if I did, Jace would be my top pick. I have more fun and feel more connected during the 10 minutes when he’s rescuing me from a blind date than I’ve had in the past several years of dating combined.

Caly's bond to Mendax from their bonding ceremony and her mortality being tied to Aurelius's from when he saved her life mean the three of them have tangled their life forces together. And now that they know maintaining both connections is against the natural order of things, one of them must be sacrificed for the other two.

"On the other side of that door is the man you're going to marry." My father's chilling command sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, it clicks. The mysteriously gifted dress. The innocent-looking invitation. This isn't dinner. It's a wedding. My goddamn wedding. The doors swing open... And towering at the altar, all muscle, ink, and menace—Leon Natali. The monster I've cursed since I was old enough to know his name. He's older. Colder. Desperate for an heir. And I'm the gift-wrapped offering meant to seal a blood-soaked alliance.

He was the eldest son of a legend, and being so, couldn't stay at his dad's club, where he'd not be allowed to breathe. Instead, he went to their brother club and found somewhere to be himself. He wasn't treated delicately or protected. He was a prospect and acted as one. Death had chased him twice and failed, and he believed in life's precious moments. She had loved and lost. The war had taken her future from her, and she silently screamed at the unfairness of it. Now she was alone, and nobody could breach her walls, not even her best friend.

Azura has to chase down a crime syndicate of lumberjacks. As bizarre as that sounds, it's her only lead to help her brother, Dr. Amos Brady, and some of her wealthiest clients. Despite her deep misgivings about nature and relaxation as a whole, she goes all in and rents a cabin in a Colorado national forest to go undercover. But when a hiking excursion goes wrong, she stumbles right into the arms of a masked man who is as terrifying as he is enticing.

I first met Mikhail Ivanov on a plane. He was the stormy-eyed stranger seated next to me, calming me during a bumpy flight… The silver fox who sucked the air out of my lungs and claimed my innocence. I thought it would end with the Mile High Club. I had no idea he was a ruthless Bratva boss, or that he was about to become something even more… My husband. Daddy to my twins. And when the vultures start circling... My savage protector who'll tear the whole world apart for me and my babies.

I didn’t think I’d live another day. It’s been almost ten years since I escaped to a life I could never imagine. And to a man I can only dream about. Evan Roark has been my beacon, he’s been the man who’s shown me that men who are strong can also be safe. After almost a decade, I’m finally ready to take back my life and remember the woman inside me, the woman who wants, who needs, who loves, who feels, who craves … only he’s made it clear I can’t crave him. But I haven’t made it this far to make a new life only to fail now.

Finally reunited with her family, Caly struggles to adjust to her new life and the decisions she made to get there. After giving up everything for them, she eagerly awaits the ceremony to receive the second half of her heart and become whole, even though it comes at an unsettling cost. She must marry Prince Aurelius and solidify her place within the Seelie Court. As she prepares for the event, Caly finds herself haunted by the memory of Malum Mendax, the Unseelie Prince—feeling his eyes are on her when she's alone, shadowy silhouettes in her room, and even touching him in her dreams.

The past few weeks with her alphas have been a dream for Josie, but her newfound freedom is short-lived. Robbed of her autonomy, retraumatized, and disempowered, she finds herself struggling not to fall apart. Again. Cam, Theo, and Ben are desperate to help Josie as they feel her slipping away. Just as their love and care start to clear the shadows, the pack comes up against an alpha with a long-held obsession for their fated mate—and a plan that threatens more than just one life.