Showing results for "Exiled" in Literature & Fiction

Growing up, I was the problem child teachers didn't know what to do with. The troubled teen whose parents wished was never born. The system's made of cracks, and I fell through each and every one, all in a futile effort to protect the family legacy. They tried to fix me. Doctors… therapists… teachers… pastors... And they failed. Epically. Now, eighteen, and fresh out of Hell, I'm thrown into the last place I ever expected. Rehab. Enter Nolan Dresden. Newly divorced. A recovering alcoholic. Almost double my age.

Lissa is madly in love with Saber and it seems he returns her feelings but she has a problem. She and the man of her dreams both come from the same clan of the Touch Kindred. By the archaic laws of their people, they are too closely related to be bonded. Which means that even though there is no blood tie between them, they are doomed to remain apart. But their personal dilemmas will soon be the least of their worries. Sacred scrolls, vital to the defense of the Kindred people, have been stolen and sold to a collector on the barbaric slave planet, Yonnie Six.

Port Black—a dark and sinister city abandoned to The Exiled, a gang of unhinged and psychotic demons who have claimed it as their own. And it just so happens to be the location of my first solo mission. As a trained agent of Montague Industries, it’s my job to keep innocents safe. The Exiled are a threat that needs to be neutralized, and I’m ready for battle. With an invitation to their depraved nightclub in hand, a leather corset wrapped around my torso, and a mask complete with tall bunny ears, these demons aren’t going to be able to resist me.

Maggie: From the first moment I saw him, I was attracted to him. Even though he was 10 years younger than me, I still fell for his growly, alpha ways. Brewer: I’m a player. Always have been. But when I meet Maggie, she turned me upside down. I want to claim her, make her mine… I just have to convince her she wants the same thing.

Crashed spaceship. Prison planet. Snarling, lethal predators. Two big, hulking, bronzed aliens who turn into dragons. The best part? The dragons insist I’m their mate. The Zorahn wanted women for some kind of super-secret science experiment, and I volunteered. Dumb move, right? But they promised we’d be safe, and they offered a lot of money. Money I needed desperately. Of course, everything went wrong.

What do a Vampire, a Fae, and a hunk of a Wolf have in common? Me. They all have me. Remember that whole "don’t sleep with other students rule" that I blew out of the water? Turns out it wasn’t the only thing I blew. Finn, Howl, and Saxon are officially mine, and after facing a kidnapping, crashing an underground blood party and going toe to toe with the Alpha Wolf, my boys are stuck to me like flypaper on an untrimmed bush.

There might be a way out of the prison planet. The only problem? I don’t want to go. Back on Earth is a man who wants to kill me. Back on Earth, I slept with a knife under my pillow to be safe. There’s no coffee on the prison planet. No pizza. No chocolate. I should be thrilled that there might be a way back home. Except I don’t want to return. Here, I feel safe. Because Mike isn’t here. And because Thrax and Zorux are. But I’ve sworn off guys. No matter how hot they are.

Working at a shop called the Vagile Ajna in a town called Cummings Cove, across the street from a store named Cummings Master Baiter, was clearly not enough for me. I had to go and find myself a police chief named Phoquin, two shifter twins who tend to "lose" their pants, and a murder. I don’t know why I expected things to be normal in a place that offers visitors a “Cummings Good Time”, but I certainly didn’t expect to be charged with murder.

There I was with my bare ‘derrière’ waggling behind a dumpster, and in walks Mr. 1950s with his expensive suit, smooth voice, and long hair that I could just see myself tangling my fingers in. Mr. 1950s was just the start, and now I’m stuck in a palpitating version of “It’s Raining Sexy Dragons”.