Resultados Editorial "Tantor Media" en Negra y suspense

When I ripped out my enemy's soul and banished him to the Shadowrealm, I knew I'd condemned myself to the same fate, cursing my soul to eternal imprisonment while my body rotted away on earth. No one ever said anything about my body coming along for the ride. Physical manifestation? It's supposed to be impossible in the Shadowrealm. So is escaping. But I've never been one to comply with the natural order, and I'm not about to start now.

The two parts of being a paranormal private investigator I could really do without are being forced to eat bananas by an animated statue with a potassium fixation, and being put on trial for murder by a self-appointed council of vampire oligarchs. To be fair, I did kind of do it (the murder, not the bananas). But I was kind of saving my girlfriend, who is kind of one of them. On top of this, I've also wound up with a primordial queen of the damned trying to strangle me in my dreams. 

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.

Vesper Rossi was born into violence, but nothing could prepare her for the truth she now holds—a truth that burns hotter than revenge and cuts deeper than any blade. Her brother is alive, and her son—her stolen son—has been passed off as at the new Petrov heir, raised by her cousin as her own child.

I was never supposed to inherit the De Luca empire. That was my brother's role. Until he died, and my father made it clear he wished it had been me instead. Now, I'm nothing more than a pawn in his power plays. His latest demand? Marry a woman of his choosing and secure an alliance I want no part of. I don't take orders. Not from my father. Not from anyone.

Verity has no intention of mixing business and pleasure, but she's on the verge of being fired and her feelings for her boss may save her career. Aspiring writer Verity Holden is secretly in love with her boss, literary agent Rowan Cross, a passion she channels into a fictionalized journal to help her cope with her less-than-stellar job performance. Rowan, driven by ambition to elevate her agency, demands perfection from her staff, and Verity's mistakes and distracting gaze are a liability.

Everyone makes mistakes in life, and mine was letting "the one" go. We wanted different things and neither one of us would sacrifice at the time. Our demise wasn't for a lack of love. We loved each other so much. Unfortunately, life was pulling us in two different directions. Then, fifteen years pass by and I'm putting in my coffee order like any other morning, and I see her. She's aged like fine wine and looks more beautiful than ever.

Salem was meant to be a fresh start. But when ER Nurse Henry Trank starts dreaming of a woman being hunted through the snow, the nightmare follows him into daylight—right down to the pine needles tangled in his hair. What began as a haunting dream spirals into something far more terrifying. Desperate for answers, he records himself sleeping—only to discover he's acting out the brutal final moments of the woman's life.

Lily and Parker are finally tying the knot. Surrounded by their friends, family, and faithful dogs in the quirky town of Moonrise, the long-awaited day promises joy, love, and maybe a few nerves. But when a corpse crashes the wedding party, the impending "I do's" turn into "whodunit?"

Twenty-five kills under my belt and still going strong, not bad for a twenty-four-year-old. Tartarus, a forgotten hole in the ground, a city overflowing with crime and filth. There are no gods here, only wicked, entitled men, and I feast on their blackened souls. Attracting the attention of the infamous Titans was never part of my plan, but they've awakened a hunger that's hard to ignore. I have to kill them, take back what's mine, and punish them for what they've done, but what if part of me wants to keep my new toys rather than break them?

While working the night shift at a San Francisco news agency, Bayla Jeevan has a shocking out-of-body experience. Her consciousness is transported deep into an Indian forest, where she witnesses a noxious liquid spreading through the soil. At the same time, she receives a message from her father, presumed dead for fifteen years, warning her of imminent danger. Coincidence? Unlikely.

Betrayed by his kinsmen, his forces overrun by Danes, King Alfred of Wessex has retreated deep into the marshes of his homeland, lying in wait for his chance at redemption. The scourge of the heathen horde that has ravaged the kingdom for decades is at its peak. Led by the fearsome Viking warlord Guthrum, the fate of the men, women, and children at their mercy appears all but sealed. But underestimate the great king at your peril . . .

FBI Special Agent Domini Walker is off duty when her friend Vivienne Preston—a fearless investigative reporter—answers a call that ends in terror. Panicked shouting. Shattering glass. Then silence. Minutes later, Viv finds her colleague dead in his Chinatown apartment.

Sadie always thought she had the potential to become a Final Girl. It's why she bought the tickets for Slashed, a haunted house attraction that provides an immersive experience of a slasher movie. The attraction promised a night of thrilling fun for her and her friends, and it would be the perfect opportunity for Sadie to prove herself.

Family secrets have Felicia Tennison, and the sister she never knew existed, on the run. Someone is after them, and Felicia will have to turn to someone she never wanted to see again for help—her ex. Sheriff Jude Duke vows to protect them as they race to uncover why the little girl is a target. But the search to find the answers could cost them their futures.

I tried to convince her to run from me. I tried everything I knew to make her despise me, but she never faltered, pushing back at every turn. Mason Maxwell resigned himself to a life of loneliness, forced into a world he didn't want in order to save his sister, the only living family he had left. And while his life was desolate, it was simple. Until he met her. Taking care of her sick mother, Lila Stone found herself unemployed. Again. But a chance encounter with a stranger presented the perfect opportunity. Her single reservation . . . her new boss.

She lived the life they gave her. Then she found the one they took. A hidden room. A ghost in the mirror. A girl unraveling everything she was raised to forget Emily was raised to obey. To pray. To forget. For as long as she can remember, her family has been her whole world. Her safe place. Her calling. But when late-night noises lead her to a hidden room inside her bedroom wall, Emily begins to see things she can't explain. A destroyed teddy bear. A scrap of pink fabric. A girl in the mirror who isn't her.

When Dr. Gianna Walford finds her girlfriend in bed with another woman, she needs a new start and Cliffside, a small seaside town in Oregon, is just the place. Getting to know her patients on a personal level and making old fashioned house calls is a nice change from hospital bureaucracy. On one of those house calls, she meets the beautiful but mysterious Kiera. She's kind and unassuming, but extremely guarded and private. Intrigued, and determined to help Kiera's ailing neighbor, Gianna makes numerous visits, only to discover more than she bargained for.

Rosie Saladay needs to get married—fast. The young widow needs help to protect her late husband's ranch, but no decent woman can live alone with a hired hand. With the wealthy Wesley Morris making a play for her land, Rosie needs a husband or she risks losing everything. So she hangs a sign at the local saloon: "Husband wanted. Apply inside. No conjugal rights."

Agent Adams is handed another missing persons case—this time, it's Julia Monroe, a twenty-four-year-old Harvard graduate who had only just returned to her family's Bethesda home. Julia vanishes without a trace. No signs of forced entry. No goodbye note. Just an empty bedroom and a family unraveling by the hour. The deeper Adams digs, the stranger the story becomes. Julia's mother is more irritated than distraught. Her brother recalls a gardener with a too-slick smile. And the timeline doesn't add up—Julia was last seen walking in the opposite direction of where she said she was going.