Résultats pour "Rachel Van Dyken" dans Science fiction et fantaisie

I've been given 30 days to prove my love to another immortal - as a human. Cursed to use nothing but the side of myself I've always despised to win her affection. I am Cassius, the King of the immortals, A Dark One. And today I tasted fear for the first time. How can I win her when my human emotions over take every ounce of logic I possess? A darkness is brewing. One I cannot stop as a human. One that Stephanie, my love's visions, have shown, will be my end. Thirty days ago I was King of the immortals. Today I know fear. Today I know how I will die. By her hand. The woman I love.

I grew up as a prince...and lead the life of a king. There isn't anyone or anything that doesn't want me, that isn't attracted to me. They can't help it. And I sure as hell don't want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one simple caress. As a male siren, it's my job to feed off emotion. And I was happy to do it. I am happy to do it. What I'm not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries.

Sie ist seine größte Versuchung – und sein Untergang. Der sensationelle Auftakt der Romantasy-Serie. Die New Yorkerin Liv Olsen war schon immer fasziniert von nordischer Mythologie. Als der jungen Kuratorin ein Job in Norwegen angeboten wird, zögert sie nicht. Vor Ort wird Liv vom Museumsdirektor in Empfang genommen: Tristan sieht aus wie die Sünde, und eisiger als sein Blick ist nur sein Charakter. Anstelle einer eigenen Unterkunft soll Liv in Tristans Villa einziehen. Auf engem Raum merkt Liv schnell, dass nichts ist, wie es scheint. Vor allem nicht ihr neuer Boss.

Made a sinner. Without a soul to keep me tethered to the world I so desperately want to be a part of but am damned to rule...Life isn't living. Not when everyone sees you as enemy number one, King of the demon race and yet something much more...powerful and sinister pulses beneath the surface of my skin. It started when I met her, the power surging under my fingertips like the cruel universe was finally answering my screams at night for something more. And just like that, the memories come, only I don't know if they're mine or someone else's entirely.