Resultados para "The Bride" en Ciencia ficción y fantasía

Though she is the oldest daughter, Princess Faraine lives in the background, shunned from court and kept out of sight. Her chronic illness makes her a liability to the crown, and she has learned to give place to her beautiful, favored younger sister in all things. When the handsome and enigmatic Shadow King comes seeking a bride, Faraine is not surprised that her sister is his choice. When King Vor meets the lively Princess Ilsevel, he quickly agrees to a marriage arrangement. So why can’t he get the haunting eyes of her older sister out of his head?

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.

Did I mention I'm a new witch with telepathic powers? Yeah. It's a lot. Especially since every time I get near Aldronn, the commanding orc either wants to boss me around or bed me. Or boss me around while bedding me. Ugh. Why does that have to be so hot? I can never let him know! He'll be even more sinfully arrogant than he is now, and that wicked smirk of his already makes me want to scream...or kiss him. Or maybe both. Okay, it's totally both.

Turi is destined to be given to a bondmate she's never met. Life in Settlement 112-1 is hard enough without forced matings, but when an abduction goes awry, she's brought to live in the fortress of the overseer who rules her settlement. There, she discovers that he's not only capable of kindness, but he's as much a prisoner as she is. As Turi falls for the powerful zaruxian male, she uncovers dark secrets about her people's past and the true nature of the Axis—the entity that controls their world. But can she convince her people that everything they believe is a lie?

Lenora Montmayne leads a charmed life as the most beautiful woman at King Wymer's court, surrounded by admirers. And then disaster strikes. The red pox sweeps the summer palace at Caer-Lyones, and Lenora's fair face falls victim to its ravages. Without her looks, what does Lenora have left to her? If ever there was a knight the crowd loves to hate, it's Garman Orde. Even his own family despises him. Then one night a heavily veiled lady offers him an extraordinary bargain. And he finds out that Lenora Montmayne was never just a pretty face.

A pantheon of forgotten gods. An old grudge between a talk show host, an heiress, and the man they shattered along the way. A rapidly deteriorating AI system. An inconvenient tiara upon the head of a friend.

In debt and on the run from a crime lord whose nose I may or may not have broken, I take the first ticket off-world that comes my way. The only catch? I have to marry an alien cowboy. My plan is simple enough. Shack up with my groom Silar and convince him to keep me during the first month of our marriage. As long as he doesn't decide to send me packing after the thirty-day trial period, I'll be safe.

If someone told me I'd land in a fantasy world and meet my seven-foot husband by flinging myself into his arms so hard we end up horizontal, I'd have laughed it off as a joke. I'm tiny. But it turns out I'm a witch with hidden powers! I can move things with my mind! Instead of being upset I keep crashing into him, the gorgeous orc warrior is thrilled I'm so powerful.

When I wake in a strange forest, surrounded by "monsters" and "magic," I'm sure it's all some reality-TV prank. My carnival job means I know a lot about all the ways people can be fooled. And the "orc" telling me we're goddess-matched and married has got to be the biggest hoax of all. Branikk's good looks and charming words are way too good to be true. But I keep making ludicrous things appear in ways Hollywood special effects can't match, a unicorn just spoke to me, and when I get an eyeful—a really big eyeful—of Branikk, he's green everywhere.

I kissed the King of the Sea, so he made me his bride. He's offering me everything I could ever want. Good food. A castle. Immortality. Endless numbers of books to read. But in exchange, he expects to breed me. His people are dying out, and they want me to help boost their numbers. When I immediately refuse, he doesn't protest or try to force me. Instead, he decides to win my heart with every bit of power he possesses. The more I argue with him, the harder he fights. And the harder he fights, the more I want to give in.

Misery Lark, Tochter eines mächtigen Vampirfürsten, war schon immer eine Außenseiterin. Mit ihren Reißzähnen weiß sie nichts anzufangen und führt ein anonymes Dasein unter den Menschen. Ausgerechnet sie soll sich nun für eine mehr als brisante Bündnisehe mit einem der Werwölfe, den ewigen Todfeinden der Vampire, zur Verfügung stellen.

Valessa is in danger. Her town has been captured by Aventinian raiders, the women taken, and now she's on a ship destined for nowhere good. But when a terrifying, four-armed sea-ogre pirate boards the ships and demands compensation, Valessa's luck changes.

Stuck slinging pizzas in the deadest of dead-end jobs, I make a wish. In a blink, I'm teetering on top of a standing stone in Faerie, where I have magical powers! And monsters fighting over me! Thank god, the orc wins. A fierce and deadly warrior, Rovann's nothing but gentle with me.

I was the Flame King's reluctant mate, a bride he snatched from another man's funeral pyre. Zabriel was chosen for me by fate, and I fought my craving for him every step of the way. At seven feet tall and riding the biggest, meanest dragon in the flare, Zabriel is an Alpha who can take whatever he wants and burn those who stand in his way. Yet he healed my wounded heart with coaxing words and fiery kisses until I craved no one but him.

Locked away for twelve years, Sabine Darrow's only friends are animals she communicates with using magic. Now, sold as a bride to a villainous high lord, her greatest fear is trading one prison for another. But a potential escape lies in the form of her gruff yet achingly handsome guard, whose loyalty she is determined to break. A huntsman with heightened senses, Basten "Wolf" Bowborn has more important things to do than transport his master's new bride. With ancient creatures reawakening along the kingdom's border wall, he is torn between his duty and his desire to investigate.

Young Rhea is a miller's daughter of low birth, so she is understandably surprised when a mysterious nobleman, Lord Crevan, shows up on her doorstep and proposes marriage. Since commoners don't turn down lords - no matter how sinister they may seem - Rhea is forced to agree to the engagement. Lord Crevan demands that Rhea visit his remote manor before their wedding.

Fenella Thane is a desperate woman. Her absentee husband of eight years has served her with divorce papers, and she looks likely to lose her beloved home and be forced into a convent. There is just one slim chance to avoid this fate, one person of prominence at court who she knows has the ear of the King. Oswald Vawdrey, the man who cruelly jilted her when she was a starry-eyed 15-year-old with a head full of romantic dreams.

A mistaken identity. A forced marriage. A secret baby. When a pregnant woman escapes to the past, will she find love and passion in a vengeful Viking's arms?

Ever since she lost her mother to the fae forest, Kat has sought to free human slaves from the cruel clutches of fae masters. Her daring escapades performed under the nose of her guardian go off without a hitch—until the fae decide to retaliate. Prince Rahk of the Night Court is sent as an emissary to the human world to establish peace through marriage. But he carries with him a secret task: Find the vigilante freeing the human slaves and kill him.

Females have returned to Earth, brought here by technology I do not trust. They’ve been claimed and nested and kept far from me. The broken one. The dark one. I will always be alone. When a box falls from the sky and a black-suited human female appears, I am in awe. I am in need. Only, she is surrounded by men. So, I will sneak up on her. I will stalk her, learn everything about her, and wait for the right moment. And when the time comes, I’ll set my trap.