Resultado narrado por "Islay Jacobs" em Todas as categorias

Jack: You would think that rescuing my boss and helping deliver her happily-ever-after would earn me a few points with Karma, or at least a couple nights off, but luck has never been on my side. I’ve got to make my own way in this new reality: my Mistress is dead, but Maya needs help fighting off other vampire gangs, a sacred warrior is after me for my part in their partner’s death, I’ve got a bloodslave following me like a pup, Francesca is breathing down my neck, the Dark Ink staff are in revolt, and the perpetual temptation of Zach is right next door.

Pain is an abyss. How naive of me to think I’d already reached the very depths of it when fate shook my world with a crushing blow. It turns out there are fathomless levels of pain, like a winding labyrinth of doors leading to shadowy figures and long-forgotten secrets. The kind of inescapable descent into madness that twists nightmares into reality. What lies at the end of this obscure path I have yet to discover. But where it begins is a place called Infernium: an asylum feared by those in Nightshade and untrodden by the angels who’ve forsaken its many lost souls.

Cicely Ware understands how society works. At the age of twenty-six, she has been around long enough to know that she is doomed to spinsterhood. But she refuses to go without ever knowing what it is like to be with a man. So she comes up with a wonderful plan to find a rake to teach her, complete with a list of possibilities. At the top of that list sits Douglas the Duke of Ethingham.

Venetia Milton's memories of a romantic night with Gabriel Jones—an alchemist's descendant—are shattered soon thereafter by news of his death. Adopting the guise of his respectable widow, she embarks on a new career as a fashionable photographer in London, where her unique ability to "see" beyond her subjects makes her photographs highly prized. But Venetia's romantic whim causes unexpected trouble.

My father called them messengers. He once told me they walked among us and that somewhere in this dark and godless city, there shined a faint sliver of hope. I had only to look for the signs. Well, I’ve spent my whole life investigating the inexplicable and all I've found are the unsettling vestiges of iniquity—the evidence of another world shrouded by the obscure. Purgatory to some, where depravity hides in shadows, and girls like me are little more than delicious bites of temptation. Others call it Nightshade.

Preparing for her new museum installation, Blake Harrison's trying to navigate her work, her fame, and her reputation. She's also trying to abide by her "monastic before a show" rule, and has no idea what to do about the stunning lawyer who insults her and entrances her in equal measure. Jenny O'Toole is in a professional and romantic rut. Her career as a corporate lawyer is stifling, and her current relationship is with Netflix and wine. She's not looking for a new girlfriend, and if she was, she certainly wouldn't chase a pretentious conceptual artist like Blake Harrison.

Penny Roundtree wants nothing more than to be a familiar to a witch. She’s been a member of the Society of Familiars ever since she was old enough to join the Fam. There’s just a small problem—no one’s hiring. Witches and warlocks are so long-lived that there are far more familiars available than witches to train them. So when an unorthodox arrangement to apprentice under the table to a forbidden warlock presents itself, she takes it.

I meet him when he admires my artwork at a hotel opening. He’s older, he's sophisticated, he's a gentleman. At least he is with his clothes on. Out of them…well, that’s a masterpiece in itself. But even a connection as strong as ours means nothing once the champagne wears off. A promise to call me. Then…nothing. When he turns up as my new boss on the biggest project of my career, I try my hardest to turn the page and leave him in the past. Only, he isn’t a memory I can simply erase, no matter how hard I try.

Lady Aileana Grant just wants to help her starving clan at Christmastide. So she pilfers some vegetables from the bastard Laird James MacDonald—the Devil, they call him. When the Devil shows up and demands marriage as recompense for the thievery, Aileana can't believe it when her brother agrees. Even if she's able to negotiate a severance on Twelfth Night, that's still two weeks to put up with the laird in enemy territory. She's counting down the days, even if James isn't quite the disgusting cretin she'd imagined.

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness has never sold their worn stockings. Selling every pair to an anonymous buyer whilst working as a long-haul flight attendant means my lifelong dream is in reach. A home to call my own. It’s so close I can almost feel that front door key in my hand. Until a giant ego in an overpriced suit steals that dream. He’s smug, cocky, infuriating…everything I hate. I do what I must: I declare war. But no one ever truly wins on the battlefield. There will be casualties. He believes he has me. I think I know him. We are both wrong.

After the stunt my ex pulled, no one would blame me if I swore off men forever, especially one like Mr Jay Anderson, Hollywood’s sexiest heartthrob. Maybe undressing me with his striking blue eyes as I perform the safety demonstration on a flight to LA is normal behaviour for him. Maybe not. But I know one thing for sure, he should come with a warning label. Because once you meet a man like Jay Anderson, there is no going back.