Showing results for "The Tempest" in Paranormal

Landing a job at The Dragonne Library, a haven for magical books, should have been a dream come true. Instead, an accidental bonding with a powerful dragon throws me headfirst into a world of danger and desire. There's the loyal gargoyle shifter with his quiet strength. The arrogant fae with a chip on his shoulder. The tormented professor hiding a broken heart. And the shadowfae who seems to know my every secret.

As we settle into our role as Guild Enforcers and the Quebec Quint, my siblings and I find our rhythm. Our training is paying off, our circle of allies is growing, and the chaos of being thrown into the deep end of the lava pool eases off. Things are better on the boyfriend front too-Hi, my name is Jules, and I'm dating a demon.

Small-town tea shop proprietor Kylie Strange already has a lot on her plate. The last thing she needs is more trouble to spring up from the mystical Booke of the Hidden. Keeping one step ahead of a scheming demon, supernatural assassins, and Baphomet - an angry god hellbent on stealing the Booke - it's all more than enough for one person to handle.

What's got four arms, huge spikes shooting out of his spine, and is utterly insane? Oh yeah, that's right. It's the freaking alien gladiator who's fighting in the games—for me—because I'm the prize he's geared to win. How I ended up here is just as much of a mystery as is how I lost my memory. I've got no idea who I am, where I'm from, or why no other species on this diverse and chaotic planet look anything like me. But as the gladiator and I spend more time together, I'm starting to realize… yeah, he might be crazy, but so am I.

I knows things have gone ecking south when the Sky sends its full army to hunt me down. Now, I'm stranded on an adorably violent little planet with only Jerrock to rely on—and he hates me. Jerrock. Sky assassin. The Quadrants’ most renowned killer. He wasn't always, though. I remember who he used to be before and I want him to remember, too, but he wants eck all to do with me. He thinks I'm just an addict, a fool, a reaver with no instincts for self preservation. He says that reavers like me can't be trusted. He says that assassins like him can’t love.