Resultados para "The Dead" en Romántica

Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, while the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, he appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, with a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother...

Emmanuel. Love is a weakness. You either kill it or it will kill you. I’ve been in love once, and that’s what I did. I killed it. I’ve managed to avoid the weakness throughout my entire life. And then I saw her. A ghost from my past, very much alive and right in front of me. When she tries to flee from my grasp, I hold tighter. Because dead or alive, Evie is mine. Evie. I’ve spent my life being put on display. Beautiful is a word I’ve heard a million times. Do I believe it? No. I might be shiny on the outside, but the inside… is a dark, scarred, bruised place.

Poppy had always loved the night, so it wasn't too much of a bother to wake one evening in an unfamiliar home far from London, weak and confused and plagued with a terrible thirst for blood, to learn that she could no longer step out into the day. And while vampirism presented several disadvantages, it more than made up for those in its benefits: immortality, a body that could run at speed for hours without tiring, the thrill of becoming a predator, the thing that pulls rabbits from bushes and tears through their fur and flesh with the sharp point of a white fang.

All I’ve ever known is the Guild. They clothed me, fed me, raised me. They trained me. And in return I became their perfect weapon, their loyal soldier, their deadly asset. For as long as I can remember, the Guild has been my life. But now, it’s about to become my death. Not everyone is cut out to be a mercenary. I’ve watched countless colleagues fail in their missions and pay the ultimate price. I’ve watched peers lose their minds with the weight of the work we do, and pay with their lives to keep our secrets. I never thought I would become one of them.

After losing everything to a curse that struck the kingdom of Galoth, Sarya just wants the world to leave her alone. Yet when a demon begins hunting the people in the forest near her village, staying hidden isn't an option. Neither is avoiding the warrior who helped saved all of Galoth. Bannin the Blowhard has never said a serious word in his life . . . and yet the warrior claims that he intends to marry Sarya. Now she's about to discover how serious Bannin can be when her happiness is at stake—and how completely devoted to her pleasure . . .

Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

Bane should have been king . . . But he was born four minutes too late. Though it was Bane who'd led armies to victory against the scourge of the undying, now he must watch as his undeserving twin claims yet another throne through marriage to a princess of a neighboring kingdom. A kingdom that Bane had saved. That throne should be his. So he'll take it. All Bane must do is deceive his twin's innocent bride.

Principal Bow Street Officer Hugh Marsden is used to living in the shadow of disgrace. First, as the illegitimate son of the late Viscount Neatham, and second, as the man who permanently maimed his half-brother in a duel six years ago. Reviled by the posh ton, Hugh happily severed ties to polite society—until the enigmatic Duchess of Fournier, Audrey Sinclair entered his world and turned it upside down. Now, Hugh's half-sister Eloisa has done the same.

It's dangerous to fall… In the compelling sequel to The King Has Fallen, the Fallen Angels have arrived to interfere in mortal lives. And one in particular is determined to claim Yilan for himself…. Enjoy a heavenly romance of celestial proportions from the bestselling serial author, Aimee...

I did a bad, bad thing. Thanks to a blank in my memory, I'm not sure what that thing was, but it was horrible enough to get me locked up in the mental ward for seven years. Horrible enough that my little sister won't even speak to me. But when I'm released back into a town determined to rub my unknown sins in my face, the past isn't the only thing that's haunting me. The four "imaginary" friends who made my childhood bearable barge into my life in a very real way.

Florence Day è la ghostwriter di una delle più famose autrici romance del momento. Ma ha un problema: dopo una rottura terribile, non crede più nell'amore. Quando Benji Andor, il suo nuovo, affascinante editor, si rifiuta di concederle più tempo per consegnare il romanzo, Florence si prepara a dire addio alla sua carriera. Ma le cattive notizie, si sa, non viaggiano mai da sole: sua madre la chiama per avvisarla che il padre è venuto a mancare. Così, torna nella cittadina di provincia dove è nata e dove la sua famiglia gestisce un'agenzia di pompe funebri.

Wes Cooper was dead. Then he wasn't-though he's not exactly alive, either. As an immortal not-ghost, he can transition between this world and the otherplane, which makes him the perfect thief for hire. For 70 years he's made a "living" returning items to their rightful owners, seeing his fair share of the bizarre in the process. But he's never witnessed murder. Until now. 

What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did. Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret. I'm going to be the mother of his child, and I'm determined to see this through. Carter told me, point blank, that he doesn't want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to do this on my own. Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body!

Kidnapped by the notorious rebel group Provstat, Brexley finds her connection goes deeper than she ever imagined. Reunited with old acquaintances and an uncle she never knew, Brexley is thrown into the vicious world of politics, where human and fae leaders will do anything to come out on top. Here dangerous associations and meticulous plots are far more dangerous and cutthroat than any game she survived in Halálház. 

The last sounds Dean Wilson hears are a clock striking twelve and a killer’s taunting words. And his death is just the first. One by one, victims are stalked and shot at close range. Only the killer knows their sins, and who will be the next to die at midnight?

Maleah Perdue is tough, outspoken, and completely dedicated to her work at the Powell Security Agency. But her fearless exterior shatters when a madman begins killing her colleagues one by one, mimicking a notorious serial killer already behind bars. Working alongside top profiler Derek Lawrence, Maleah will do anything to find the murderer, even if it means playing a psychopath’s twisted mind games.

Mera never imagined she would have to face a necromancer without Bast, her fae partner, but the Captain decided to separate them on a whim - or so she thinks. Running against the clock to avoid an outbreak that could destroy the human borough, Mera is forced to work with Julian Smith, the man she used to love before the Night Prince came waltzing in her life. Not good. Not good at all. Meanwhile, Bast chases Poseidon with the help of his brothers, knowing it's the only way to ensure Mera's safety. He'll do anything to save her, even if it means his doom.

Malcolm York is a sadistic monster, guilty of unspeakable crimes. And with his endless wealth, he’s funded a series of depraved hunts. The few who survived can never forget. They can only be thankful the terror is over—until rumors start swirling.

I'm Sam Quinn, the werewolf book nerd owner of the Slaughtered Lamb Bookstore and Bar. Things have been busy lately. While the near-constant attempts on my life have ceased, I now have a vampire gentleman caller. I've been living with Clive and the rest of his vampires for a few weeks while the Slaughtered Lamb is being rebuilt. It's going about as well as you'd expect.

Knot Academy was supposed to be my grave. A place where forgotten Omegas rot, buried beneath the weight of feral Alphas and a system designed to decide who's worth saving. I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet...