Showing results by publisher "Zoe Parker" in Paranormal

Ciar is the epitome of both. The bane of my existence. Well, he used to be. Instead of letting me wade out into a world I was no longer a part of, alone - he came with me. To discover my Triad, to discover myself. The former bane of my existence is now the only reason I still have one. Now, he's all Fae male and looking at me with a new hunger in his green eyes. He's making a claim and telling me that there will be more. Two more, in fact. What the hell am I going to do with three of them?

Trick and treat. Daya the nutbag decided that the best way to build a relationship with his daughter was to kidnap her. His daughter, that's me, has decided that I don't feel like having a relationship with him. He says he wants to make up time when really he wants to control my power. The lady doth protest, a lot. The guys try to stage a rescue and fail, so I decide that I'm sick of sitting and waiting for rescue. I'm going to rescue myself. One of the first things I'm going to do when I get home...I'm going to kiss the smirk off of Trick's face. If I survive my escape.

Life can change so suddenly, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat - unsure of what to do. I’ve never been good at playing the damsel in distress, which means it’s time to do something about it. My life has taken a turn I never expected it to take. I have a Triad. Three beautiful, annoying men have taken up residence in my home and in my life.

My financial situation is beyond desperate and that stripper pole is looking better and better, but I refuse to put on the baby oil just yet. There’s got to be some other way to break this job-jinx. Luck is not on my side - until I spot the Crow’s feather. The wind - like my life - is against me and decides to try and keep me from my prize. I follow it. I really want that feather and end up at this gloomy, creepy building that I don't recall ever seeing before. And as fate would have it...there's a "Now Hiring" sign on the front gate.

My financial situation is beyond desperate and that stripper pole is looking better and better, but I refuse to put on the baby oil just yet. There’s got to be some other way to break this job-jinx. Luck is not on my side - until I spot the Crow’s feather. The wind - like my life - is against me and decides to try and keep me from my prize. I follow it. I really want that feather, and end up at this gloomy, creepy building that I don't recall ever seeing before. And as fate would have it.... There's a now hiring sign on the front gate.