Showing results for "Outlaw" in Paranormal

Behind every woman scorned is probably a person who made her that way. For me, it was more than one. It was an entire pack. I was exiled for exposing a murderous traitor. I was rejected by my mate, our bond shattered forever. Even after being chosen by our goddess, my powers and title will never be enough for them to stand by me. Now plagued by frequent and debilitating visions of battle and death, my mates and I must fight to assemble an army with no one but our goddess at our back.

Cyrus Doucet used to be the bad boy, the one all the girls wanted...all of them except one - the girl next door. Claire Erickson’s always been the good girl...until now. She’s in trouble, and the only person she can turn to is her outlaw neighbor Cyrus Doucet.

My life has never been my own, and that's never been more true than in the Rinian Galaxy. I've always had dreams that led me to believe my life is bigger than being the servant to some snake alien queen, but as each year goes by, I'm beginning to think my subconscious is lying to me. Until he shows up . . . the Kaluma with one blue eye who I've never forgotten. But he's not who I remember, and it seems this galaxy has broken another soul.

Chase Doucet knows what he wants. He’s a man who lives his life on the edge, and as far as he can see, so does Katrina Craig. One way or another, he’s determined to have her. Katrina Craig is finally free and has found the mate she’s been looking for. But when life throws her a curve ball, suddenly, she’s got a secret that could ruin everything.

Set in the Old West, we meet Daphne Brewer, a tough independent woman doing what she can to support her family and farm, even if that means working a sleazy job at the local Saloon. One night while working, Daphne meets a handsome stranger named Eli. The two immediately have a connection, but are interrupted when it comes time to “service” a client. As Daphne’s client is anything but a gentlemen, Daphne’s life is put into immediate danger, that is until someone or something leaps from the dark of the alley to save her.

Cole Doucet has a job to do. Protect the starlet at any cost. But who’s going to protect her from him? After a crazed stalker forces Amberly Matthews to leave Hollywood and her life in the public eye, she counts down the days until she can be back on the set. But when trouble follows her to Bayou Basin, she’s once again thrust into danger...and the arms of Cole Doucet.

I’m Willa Scarlet, and my mother taught me never to depend on a man. She was right. Case in point: my secret mission to keep a trunk full of priceless treasure safe from Prince John. When the outlaws of Sherwood Forest fail to help, all my carefully laid plans are thrown askew. And it’s all the fault of one burly, infuriating bandit who has a bee in his bonnet when it comes to me. Men!

Caught with blood on my hands at the scene of the crime, I'm a witch on a vengeance mission. I won't let anything stop me from finishing what I started, not even a prison for the supernatural elite, where every inmate is powerful and deadly. An incubus nephilim with a sensory fixation, a snarky vampire overdue for a good kill, and a werewolf who likes to throw hands first and ask questions later. Giving myself over to three sexy but sinister inmates sounds like a small price to pay in my quest for revenge. What they want from me includes blood and pleasure. But that's not all.

My father, Armand Cascade, aka Horns, was president of the Red Skulls MC. It’s members were all soulless demons whose only lot in life was to siphon souls from other MCs. Over time, my father became the king of demons and relied on me to lure in victims. It was an honor for me, until I was assigned to the Lost Lark MC and fell in love with a human, Mykel "Kaniac" Kane.

Ich bin Willa Scarlett und meine Mutter hat mich gelehrt, niemals auf einen Mann zu zählen. Ein typisches Beispiel: Meine geheime Mission, eine Truhe mit einem unbezahlbaren Schatz vor Prinz John zu schützen. Als die Gesetzlosen von Sherwood Forest nicht helfen, geraten all meine sorgfältig ausgeheckten Pläne ins Wanken. Und Schuld daran trägt ein stämmiger, nervtötender Räuber, der absolut starrköpfig ist, wenn es um mich geht. Männer!