Livres - Bibliographie

A werewolf, a gargoyle, a phoenix, and a demon walk into the bar…

Yeah, it sounds like a set-up to a bad joke. But this is my life, and it just got weird.

Jade:

As a hopeless romance author, I go out to a local bar, looking for something to cure my writer’s block. When I discover four of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen in real life, this forty-year-old homebody finds all the inspiration I need.

For my books, of course.

But when I dare to take a couple of sneaky pictures with my phone, they catch me ogling.

Now, I believe they are following me. Maybe they’re worried that I overheard something I shouldn’t have. From how shifty they were acting, they might be involved in shady dealings.

Arran:

The little witch was spying on us. I need to find out who she’s working for.

Is it for the Witch Council? If so, then I don’t need to worry… much.

But if it’s for our sworn enemy, then I’m not above a bit of torture so I can find out what she knows about our friend’s death.

Either way, her mesmerizing hazel eyes or those lush curves won’t save her now. The four of us have been burned by a woman before.

Never again.

A human servant. A deal with an Elven prince. Three elves willing to break the rules for her…

As an indentured servant summoned to the Elven court, I fear my rule-breaking ways have been discovered. When I arrive at the castle, the handsome Elven prince makes me a deal for my freedom.

Let him explore my human body... in any way he desires.

But coupling is forbidden between humans and elves.

Moreover, Prince Eldrin’s two tempting advisors warn me that the Elven King would rather see me dead than in his son’s bed.

And the king isn’t the only elf who wants me to disappear forever.

Thanks to the prince’s keen attention, I’m now a prime target to attack.

I need to escape while I still can.

But do I dare leave my Elven keepers behind to brave the mortal realm alone?

Four Demon Warriors. The last Serafim. One dark cell.

Andora:

I'm the last of my kind... a Serafim. I was taken prisoner as a child, and my parents murdered. There is no other known living member of my species to teach me the extent of my powers. All I know is that I can magically heal with my touch. But if Krillon, an evil warlord, wants me, then there must be much more to my abilities than I realize.

Abducted once again, this time from the rescue sanctuary, I'm imprisoned with four males from a violent warrior species. I'm forced to aid in their torture. With their massive size, horns, and tails, I worry that they will pay me back for my reluctant part in their torment, thinking me their enemy. Does Krillon wish to test my healing abilities? Or perhaps he wishes to trigger a dangerous power from within me?

Rylak:

I know that our torture is meant to be the beatings we suffer. However, my pack and I feel that the true nightmare is in the hope that we have found our fated mate in this forsaken pit.

Does it matter when we cannot protect this innocent female as we crave to with all our cursed souls?

Or will Andora’s presence make us fight that much harder to escape and take her with us?

An outcast witch. A rejected mate. Magic is vanishing, and supernaturals are disappearing at an alarming rate.

I didn’t want magic. I was supposed to escape.

Then life delivers an unwanted present for my twentieth birthday—a fated mate.

Now, the only way out of a world filled with magical jerks is to prove that I’m a null. A mage without magic.

Even though my magical bond with my mate suggests the opposite.

Rourke will stop at nothing to sever our magical bond. Maybe I’ll be the next supe to disappear.

This academy is torture. Rourke rules the school. I’m under constant attack.

And I’m surrounded by tempting, but confounding males: an alphahole dragon, a surly vampire, a mercurial druid, and my forbidden fruit, the wolf-shifter teacher. Not to mention the seductive incubus who flirts with me to provoke the dragon.

If I run, the administration will hunt me down. If I don’t learn to control my magic, I’ll be locked up.

And that’s if I’m lucky.

Four Demon Warriors. The last Serafim. One dark cell.

Andora:

I'm the last of my kind... a Serafim. I was taken prisoner as a child, and my parents murdered. There is no other known living member of my species to teach me the extent of my powers. All I know is that I can magically heal with my touch. But if Krillon, an evil warlord, wants me, then there must be much more to my abilities than I realize.

Abducted once again, this time from the rescue sanctuary, I'm imprisoned with four males from a violent warrior species. I'm forced to aid in their torture. With their massive size, horns, and tails, I worry that they will pay me back for my reluctant part in their torment, thinking me their enemy. Does Krillon wish to test my healing abilities? Or perhaps he wishes to trigger a dangerous power from within me?

Rylak:

I know that our torture is meant to be the beatings we suffer. However, my pack and I feel that the true nightmare is in the hope that we have found our fated mate in this forsaken pit.

Does it matter when we cannot protect this innocent female as we crave to with all our cursed souls?

Or will Andora’s presence make us fight that much harder to escape and take her with us?

Hot chocolate, snowflakes, jingling bells, and… monsters?

That’s what Christmas has in store for you this year!

Add a little spice to your holiday festivities by diving into this collection of monster-loving heroines who find love in the most unusual of places.