Resultados narrador por "Stefanie Kay" en Todas las categorias

I, Melanie Dixon, can sum my life up in one simple phrase—I didn't see that coming. Let's just say, I never thought I would find myself divorced, pregnant, and living back with my parents in Amber Bay. If that isn't fun enough, my old boyfriend, Declan Shaw, has also just moved back to town after a recent job promotion. The boy from next door is all grown up and wow, has time done his body good. But I've decided that the only cute and cuddly thing I need in my life is currently occupying my womb.

When bass guitarist Jace Warner receives an urgent message from his high school sweetheart to come home, the rocker drops what he's doing to get there. Finding out that his first love, the girl that stole his heart, is dying isn't the biggest shock he receives. The bad boy rocker has a child, and now, he's about to be her only living parent.

Doctoral student Holland Reeves may have aced every class she's ever taken, but when it comes to life outside her lab, she's beginning to realize she doesn't have one. In fact, she has more meaningful relationships with test tubes and pipettes than with people. Wishing to change that, she reluctantly agrees to attend an old friend's wedding. The only problem is, it means she has to return to Paradise. The small coastal town that once upon a time lived up to its name, that was, until he—Porter Clairborne—left her without even saying goodbye.

All I wanted was a fresh start in a new city . . . and a bartending job. I never intended to fall for the sexy, tattooed bar owner. Dark. Brooding. Emotionally unavailable. But Killian Vincent is a challenge I can't seem to walk away from. He's afraid that if I dig too deep, I won't like what I find. But he's wrong, and I'm determined to prove it.

Billionaire software developer Parker Braxton knows everyone wants something from him. That's why he made a multi-million-dollar bachelor pact with his friends to never marry. But he never counted on running into, literally, the quiet but sensual Layla Fallon.

It is said that you only want what you cannot have. I hate to be a cliche, but that statement rings true for me. In my case it's not what I want, but rather who. Tara Brooks. Sweet, funny, and my little sister's best friend. I've got a list of reasons why I'm no good for her, starting with the fact that I'm a decade older. She's just starting out and I’m about to retire. Still, I'm used to getting what I want. And I've never been very good at following the rules.

When half-fae Bronwyn is caught fleeing the scene of a robbery, a Crusader arrow finds its mark. But as her roguish partner-in-crime Eoin tends to her wounds, a spark between them replenishes Bronwyn's magic—revealing her as part-Siren. And quite possibly cursed. Meanwhile, word is spreading of the two thieves and the illegal magic they left behind them. To escape discovery, Bronwyn and Eoin accept a dangerous yet tempting job: a wedding heist that leads them into the depths of the fae realm.

A grumpy hockey player. A sunshine PR queen. One fake relationship to survive the off-season—and one summer that changes everything. The first rule of hockey PR? Never. Date. A. Player. Which shouldn't be a problem—Tate Foster is the least dateable guy on the team. Logical. Bookish. Allergic...

Life after death is supposed to be peaceful, right? You die, float off to paradise, and spend eternity sipping celestial cocktails with your fellow ghosts. Yeah. No. Turns out, my lying, cheating, suffocating husband had other plans. Literally. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed the life out of me—and just like that, my story should've been over. But Death had other ideas.

Ruby Young is slowly adjusting to her new life in Boston. A big part of that is her unexpected roommate—the ghost of the woman who lived there before. For Cordelia Graves, she may no longer be breathing, but it’s still her apartment and Ruby is the somewhat unwanted houseguest. They’re both happy they’ve managed to become friends, which is a miracle considering they struggle to communicate with each other. Cordelia even set Ruby up with her old job.

To the fae of the Sorcen Court, Princess Allina Kingsdaughter is a traitor and a fugitive, inevitably claimed by the same madness that cost her father his crown and his life. Ensnared by the lies of her uncle, the reigning Sorcen King, they will never know the truth of her betrayal.

There are no rules, and to the victor go the spoils, namely one feisty human female who claims it’s all a big mistake. A misunderstanding. What she should’ve said to the brutal warrior who nabbed her was that he had mistakenly abducted the wrong girl entirely. Oh, wait. She did. Taken by one cyborg. Claimed by another. Both powerful beasts believe she is their mate. Thrown over the victor’s shoulder and carted off, Lavender finds herself trapped on another world, another planet, in another star system.

Warlord Kai knows his mate is out there, somewhere on Earth. She is alone, hunted by both the Hive and the Coalition Fleet’s Intelligence Core. Both want information she is unaware she possesses. Knowing she is in danger enrages his beast, pushes him ever closer to madness. There is nowhere he won’t go, nothing he won’t do, to find her. Protect her. Claim her.

Willowside was my childhood summer escape, but I never planned on coming back. Now, as a struggling Omega artist with bills piling up, I don't have much of a choice. Grandma said this gig would be easy—paint a portrait for a wedding organized by a new planner in town. Quick cash, nothing more. But easy? Far from it. The bride is a total Bridezilla. The only upside? Her brother and cousins—Bernard, Finneas, Hugo, and Jude. All Alphas. All compatible with me in a way that makes staying in this sleepy town way more tempting.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.

I've never wanted love. I've got a Ma and two brothers who drive me crazy already. That's more than enough for one man to handle. But then, an old military buddy asks for help protecting a curvy country musician. Kenna Maxwell sings like an angel, looks like a goddess, and doesn't tolerate any of my crap. Her smart mouth drives me wild in a way nothing ever has. But someone is hunting this little sparrow, determined to snuff out her light. Hell will freeze over before I let that happen. I licked her. She's mine.

Conspiracies. Corruption. Serial killers. You name it—I'm fascinated by it. My mom always blamed my overly curious and highly suspicious mind on my dad. My incredibly overbearing dad. Mr. No One Is Good Enough For My Daughter has been terrifying my dates since I turned 15. College is my chance to be free from his control and date any guy I want. I'm absolutely certain he would hate Slade Wylder—almost as certain as I am that I do too. Since when have I shied away from trouble?

Aric James Monaghan promised Jillian Knight Portland. With a heavy heart and a light bag, she travels to the West Coast for the man she loved. In a blink, her worlds collide, holding her hostage to a past filled with lies, deceit, and revenge. Four caskets. Two bodies. It all started with a boy and a girl — their tragic love story is shared through the eyes of the enemy.

Heart. The most important organ in your body, one of the most fragile too. I've always worn mine on my sleeve. I put my heart into everything I've ever done and for the most part it's worked out for me. I'm the best running back in the league, I have a great family and a smoking hot wife. That is until a nasty hit takes me down in a big way. Everyone told me I was done. They turned their backs on me, except for my best friend, Scarlett Hayes.

He's the current bane of my existence… and the hot monster haunting my dreams. Maybe if he weren't also the single father of one of my students, I'd be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere. I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right?