検索キーワード： 著者 "Serena Akeroyd" すべてのカテゴリー

Thalia Lyndhoven, until recently, was a Pack Princess. Not exactly spoiled, she was barely tolerated by anyone in her family, until an Elder came along and told her fathers, the leaders of the North American Pack, that she was at the center of a prophecy. Along the way, she's found her three mates, learned of the existence of three new races, and has discovered that the Devil is real, and his name isn't Lucifer, but Vulcun, and he doesn't have a tail or horns.

Newly crowned as Queen of the Fae, and mother to a newborn hybrid, Thalia is about to take on her most daunting role yet: she's been ordained, by the Gods themselves, to bring down the Devil. Morningstar needs to be taken down, and she's the bada$$ to do it. If she can get her hands on him. But when certain situations come to light in the face of Armageddon, Morningstar suddenly doesn't look like the biggest, baddest SOB out there. That title belongs to someone else. Only trouble is, Thalia and her mates can't take out the Earth's true foe on their lonesome.

Thalia Lyndhoven's in a quandary. The Devil wants her daughter, and Thalia? Not unsurprisingly, she's not too fond of the idea. Thalia's proven time and time again that she'll do whatever it takes for those she loves, and for her unborn child? Well, Thalia's about to prove that momma bears have got nothing on her.

Thalia Lyndhoven has a problem. Well, she has several. In fact, there are too many to count. Some are doozies, and some are just minor, but, in the grand scheme of things, she looks to have it all. Three beautiful, supportive, very unique mates. Men who'd kill for her. Who'd embrace the darkness for her. As well as more power at her fingertips than most could even imagine. While Thalia has always wanted a simple life, her passage to another realm looks set to prove that will never be.

Thalia Lyndhoven has the cojones to do what needs to be done to make things right in her pack. Nor is she afraid to dirty her hands or push her nose in where angels would fear to tread. With two of her three mates at her side, Thalia's life has never been brighter. For the first time, she's hopeful for tomorrow. She's freer than she's ever been, even if she does have the burden of a prophecy riding on her coattails. But then in walks mate number three. Not only does he have wings, a beautiful face, and an attitude, he has news. A second prophecy.

Thalia Lyndhoven was born a Pack Princess, but that doesn't mean she has to act like one. Good thing; peeing on her fathers' front lawn is way too much fun, as is making nasty Betas shiver and shake when she approaches. Trouble is, for nearly a decade, Thalia has been alone. Exiled to her wing in the palace because her parents don't know what's wrong with her. Well, she's tried telling them but they don't listen - when do parents ever listen? Still, what's a girl to do? Is it any wonder she has anger issues when she has visions of her three mates with other women?

Into this sorry state of affairs falls Eve. She's abnormal in all the ways that count to humans, but at Caelum, where she should be among her peers? Even here she's weird. No woman has more than one mate. Eve? She has seven. And the creatures that dominate her mind? There are eight of those battling for power in her soul. With the war having come to Caelum's front door, Eve and her mates have no option but to escape the perils she faces at an Academy where anyone extraordinary is to be exterminated.

Caelum. Home to "freaks" the world over. Haven to children declared insane by humans, but whose beautiful minds contain the souls of seven creatures. In the human world, they're sick. Ill. Labeled schizophrenics at best, deviants at worst. At Caelum? They're normal. More than that, they're future warriors in a war no human knows is happening.

Caelum: an Academy built to protect people like Eve. Who they can't protect her from? Its own student body. The threat of death isn't new to Eve, but when she's given the chance to escape her past, she prays her future will be brighter. How wrong she is. Raised in a cult, Eve has no understanding of the modern world. Targeted as a freak, a Pack of boys take her under their wing but one among them recognizes Eve for what she is. Trouble. And a threat.

Phoebe Whitehouse is not just my student—she's my obsession. I eat, sleep, and breathe her. One day, she slips up, and I have my in. At long last, I can own her. She's mine to punish and to pleasure. I don't care if I lose my job as a tenured professor over her. I don't care if I destroy my life or hers. I'm obsessed, and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm never letting her go.

"I want a divorce." That's the first thing she says to me after a decade of silence. And we're not even married yet. Her demand, the way her grandmother talks to her, and how she's treated by the town trigger me. This is just a business arrangement that'll save both our ranches, neither of us want this marriage, but I'll keep her safe by making her my wife. My wife. Those words are as powerful as her first ones to me. The rings on her finger are temporary, so tell me why I want them to remain there permanently?

He’s rough. He’s ready. I’m neither. I’m a sacrificial lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. A socialite spawned by a sadist whose life’s work is to cause misery in others. My life is a prison cell, until he helps me find the key. He’s not as dark or as dirty as they say he is. His roughness stirs something in me. Something primal. Something no socialite should crave. He’s a brother in an MC, a world that should be alien to me but somehow, it’s my first real home.

I'm nothing like my father. My brothers don't realize I'm a thousand times worse. Grief fuels my every action. Vengeance burns through my veins, dictating every decision I make. I'll shatter allegiances to please him. I'm nothing like my father. You don't realize that I'm a thousand times worse. I have Savannah at my side—a ruthless partner capable of raining hellfire upon her enemies—until she realizes I lied to her.... My house of cards is tumbling down, and I've underestimated my queen.

Star's my penguin. She doesn't know it. She took off. Sure. I'm mad at her. Sure. But that's her charm. She's ornery. Difficult. Impossible to love, but I see her BS. And I call her on it. I'll chase her from the North Pole to Antarctica. This Fecker isn't about to lose his soul mate.

Conor's my lifeline. He doesn't know it. I need him to find me. I need him to chase me. I need him to love me. If I haven't already destroyed what we might have had, he's crazy enough to take me on. My Fecker. Mine.

He was forbidden fruit, a brother in the MC that I thought I’d escaped a long time ago. His ties are deadly and dangerous, and I’m so past that kind of life but I don’t just want him—I need him. He’s addictive. When he demands, I don’t throat-punch him. I drop to my knees like I would for no other man. He celebrates my strength, has my back, and makes me willing to fight a past that has haunted me since childhood. He makes me want more; he makes me reconsider becoming a part of the Sinners again just to reign at his side.

He was my first crush. My first love. But he broke my heart. He tore us apart so brutally that an ocean, never mind a state line, wasn’t enough distance between us. But for all he ruined me, I still love him. Despite the women and the lies, it never died, but that didn’t mean I’d take his BS and roll over for him.

Sex comes with a price tag. One I’m quite willing to pay. In fact, I prefer it. It’s easier that way, and in my life, I prefer ease. Prefer for most things to be transactional.

To the rest of the world, I'm broken. Unfixable. But when he looks at me, I know what he sees. A woman, not a doll. A fighter, not a victim. A survivor. Maybe, he sees underneath that. Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be—a predator. They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence. Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me. Vengeance. This woman hasn't just been scorned... the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.

Maverick’s in love with a dead man buried at Arlington National Cemetery, where his heart might as well be buried too. My husband’s stuck in the past, lost in his fractured mind, and the last ten years are a blur to him, meaning I’m a blur to him. But I’m not a ghost. I’m a woman. I’m alive. I breathe. I hurt. Should I let go or hold on? My instinct is to let go, but I have family now. People who matter to me. A posse I’ll kill for.