Resultados para "Tess" en Urbana

I should have just kept ignoring my phone. Just like I've been doing for the last couple months. It's been a concerted effort, since my investigation skills are in demand after a string of high-profile cases. But I haven't been interested in more business. I've been more focused on other things. Too bad Serena Adams doesn't care what I want. Hell, she doesn't even want to hire me. She just wants me to know that three bodies are going to drop today. And that after the tally hits three . . . I'm next.

So I just got a call. Apparently my mom—yes, the same one who just came cannonballing back into my life a few weeks ago after ten years without a word—might have killed someone. A self-help guru. You know, one of those guys promising to SHIFT your life into overdrive with his magical secrets. "Shift" because those secrets come from a long lineage of shifters. Yeah, I don't get it either. Then again, I wasn't one of his loyal disciples, so I never paid much attention to his corny late night ads.

Emmy Davis, the world's most famous fox shifter, went missing two years ago. And I've just been hired to find her. If only things were that simple. The cops have no leads. Other PIs haven't fared any better. The trail is colder than an arctic winter. And to make matters worse, a mysterious creature from Javy Diaz's past has taken an alarming interest in the case. But all that might be the least of my problems. Because you know everything you've heard about the pitfalls of social media? Yeah. Turns out it's worse than that.

I just woke up in a motel. I have no idea who I am or how I got here. But I do know three things. There's a body on the floor...and one in the bathtub. There's a bullet in my shoulder. And it hurts. Bad. And there's a vampire warlock right outside the door. And he's coming to finish the job.

The vampire lord of Los Angeles is dead, plunging the nightlife into chaos. His subjects fight over his title and his missing treasure hoard. The conflict pushes werewolves, sorcerers, and djinn closer than ever to open war. Repo man Evan Murphy knows nothing of the supernatural. He only wants a roof over his head and food for his cats. When a risky job lands him in the dungeon of a Hollywood Hills necromancer, a forgotten god offers him the power to escape—making him the target of a beautiful immortal mercenary and every monster within a hundred miles.

At first glance, most see only a shy girl from New York, but to the denizens of the night - vampires, witches, and their ilk - I am a nightmare given flesh, born to raze their kind from this very earth. I am the Icon, the Shining One, the last defender of humanity against the oncoming tide of darkness. They say my coming was foretold, that prophecies speak of a beacon of hope who will light the way during the end days. It is said I am destined to vanquish the last of the Magi, and face the Night Spawn in the battle for the fate of mankind.

My name's Lyra Ridley, and I run headlong into supernatural danger for a living. When a criminal has magic too dangerous to merely lock up, we send them to a blackout prison. Hell would've been a better destination for this guy. As a lowly cop in the LVMPD's Rapid Response unit, I'm used to dealing with all kinds of dumpster-fire scenarios, from drunk salamanders on a building-melting bender and angry manticore landlords threatening to eat tenants' gallbladders in lieu of payment to human summoners calling up monsters from the deep to impress their girlfriends to name a few.

When a criminal has magic too dangerous to merely lock up, we send them to a blackout prison. Hell would've been a better destination for this guy. As a lowly cop in the LVMPD's Rapid Response unit, I'm used to dealing with all kinds of dumpster-fire scenarios. But learning about the magic I shouldn't have while facing off against a psychopath who's worked me into his infernal plans for worldwide torment? That's decidedly outside my wheelhouse. I have to stop this devil from bringing hell to earth. But I'm petrified I'm going to help him pull it off instead.

My name's Lyra Ridley, and I run headlong into supernatural danger for a living. I love my job protecting the streets of post-magic-revolution Las Vegas - where humans and supernaturals live side by side, or are at least having a stab at it. So when I get suspended and some jackass takes my city hostage? Yeah, there's going to be hell to pay.

After officially becoming a Gold Rank adventurer, Salvos leaves the Nixa and departs on a new adventure to grow even stronger and find a way back to her companion. She will have to face [Cultists], assassins, and the threat of a company war — something she may or may not have instigated — while she battles against the prejudice the world itself holds against her, because she is a Demon.

Alex Carlisle owes a debt beyond cash. Once upon a time - all of three months ago - Alex found himself in a foreign land hunted by mercenaries and demon lords. Only the intervention of a sultry, playful jinn got him home again. Zafirah didn't help him for free. Now she's come to collect. With her sights set on a dangerous family of ancient sorcerers, Zafirah needs every edge. She needs not only Alex, but the friends and lovers he brings with him. Her quest threatens to extract a price from angel, demon, and mortal alike...and most especially the witch who brought them all together.

Tesser, dragon of life, immortal force of Earth, has his hands full. He's a father to a dragon child that's about to turn one. A dragon child that smiles, laughs, knows a few words, and is the source for all magic on Earth. So long as he has Matty - Astrid's mom, and the love of his very long life - everything will be okay. So they're gonna party with the trolls, who celebrate Matty's distant troll lineage like she's one of their own, and you best believe they celebrate the dragon child that shares a tiny bit of their blood, too.

Tesser, the dragon of life itself, is one of seven: Earth’s primordial draconic guardians, destined to oversee its development and safety. Species rose and fell, and 10,000 years ago...Tesser disappeared. The golden dragon woke up this morning, buried deep beneath the city of Boston, with no idea how he got there, and no idea how humanity grew so fast and learned so much while he was away. He is lost, a fish out of water. Where is the magic? He’s got a lot of catching up to do if he’s going to find his missing sister and stop an incursion of daemons from beyond the Veil.

My great-grandmother always said, “The good Lord won’t give you more than you can handle.” If that’s the case, the big guy upstairs must think I’m a freaking superhero. My hands were already full with two husbands, a daughter, and a brand-new baby. Not to mention, my job as a victim’s advocate and psychic medium for the Orange County Police Department. But evidently, the universe thought I needed more.

Being a telepathic secret agent has its perks—like lavish undercover assignments in Venice. But when Tessa is sent to a high-society gala at a noblewoman’s estate, she knows something is off. A mysterious invitation, priceless family jewels on display, and an unexpected side job spying on a shady politician? Too many puzzle pieces—and none of them fit. Then there’s Mirek—handsome, inexperienced, and way too honest for the world of espionage. He’s on a mission of his own, and the last thing Tessa needs is a distraction, especially one with soulful eyes and a dangerous secret.

Ist das Leben nicht merkwürdig? Meins schon. Hin und wieder zumindest. Also ... in letzter Zeit sogar recht häufig. Fast immer, kann man sagen. In einem Moment droht die Welt unterzugehen und im nächsten frage ich mich, warum sich plötzlich alles um Kotze dreht und ob es wirklich so eine gute Idee ist, wenn meine Eltern mir ein Profil auf einer Datingseite anlegen. Als wäre die heldenhafte Opferung unseres dämonischen Mitbewohners zum Wohle des irdischen Fortbestehens nicht schon schlimm genug, muss ich mich nun auch noch mit einer Unzulänglichkeit herumschlagen.

Hey, ich bin's wieder! Tess Carlisle, Kautionsdetektivin und Mitglied der größten Chaos-Crew in New Orleans. Seid ihr bereit für eine zweite Runde Böse-Jungs-Vermöbeln? Wollt ihr mit mir in gefährliche Mysterien schlittern und kein Fettnäpfchen auslassen? Ja? Ich wusste, ich kann auf euch zählen. All Hallows' Eve beginnt in diesem Jahr ganz beschaulich für carlislesche Verhältnisse. Bis die Geschwister eines gewissen Höllendämons auftauchen und mir an die Gurgel wollen.

Na? Lust auf ein Abenteuer? Mein Name ist Tess Carlisle und diese Geschichte erzählt von meinem verrückten Leben als Kautionsdetektivin im guten alten und magischen New Orleans. Puh, mein Alltag ist nicht immer einfach. Versteht mich nicht falsch, ich liebe diese Stadt! Aber meine tägliche Routine besteht leider allzu oft aus unschönen Begegnungen mit stinkenden Trollen, pöbelnden Kleinganoven und unkooperativen Nymphen. Von unheimlichen Voodoo-Shop-Besitzern und ständig Streiche spielenden Mitbewohnern will ich erst gar nicht anfangen.

Tessa and her kind are sick and tired of being the victims. Now is payback time! "Shooting pool all by yourself can be fun for a little while, but it gets boring in the end, and I had been doing it for two days in a row now. All I knew was that this was where the recruiter was likely to show up. I hoped that my platinum blond hair and my innocent blue eyes would be enticing enough for him to hit on me; otherwise, I would have to find another way. But wait a minute - you have no idea what this is all about, right"?

Tessa's innate ability has developed beyond expectation, and her telepathic skills make her an asset for the Extra-Sensory Agents Unit. Fresh from an adventure that sharpened up her power, she embarks on a delicate operation to find a teenager telepath, who may be stealing top-secret information.