Alek Fitz is the lead reaper for Valkyrie Collections, an agency that gathers debts for the paranormal elements of the world. Bound into modern-day slavery by a contract he cannot break, sold by parents he never knew, Alek works alongside demons, spirits, witches, and even Death himself to collect
Abducted. Terrorized. Imprisoned. At nineteen-years-old, college student Josie Stratton was kidnapped by a madman and held shackled for ten months in an abandoned warehouse before she finally escaped her hellish prison. Eight years later, when the body of a young woman is found chained in the
“I wanted to play with you… punish you. But now, I want to ruin your world and turn it pitch black. Isolate you so you don’t have anything left except me. And remember, it’s your own fault.” * * * Isolation. Loneliness. Endless silence stretching into eternity. This is the personal living hell of
Konflikt, tlący się w układzie Alfa Centauri wybucha z pełną mocą. Odbudowywane Price Town staje się areną śmiertelnych zmagań, w których nie ma miejsca na rycerskość dla pokonanego wroga. Okazuje się, że Chiny mają asa w rękawie, który zagraża istnieniu Drugiej Floty i całej Federacji Ameryki
Imagine what life would be like if panic ruled your world at the mere thought of going to bed at night. For as long as he can remember, Finnley Hollins has been crippled by his extreme phobia of sleep. Every night is a battle, and every morning isn’t without consequences. The root cause is
Growing up, Ramsey Stewart branded my soul in ways time could never heal. At twelve, he asked me to be his girlfriend. At thirteen, he gave me my first kiss. By sixteen, we’d fallen in love, planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon. Love never fails, right? But for Ramsey,
USA TODAY bestselling authors Brooke Blaine and Ella Frank continue the story of sexy Fallen Angel rockers Killian and Levi in LUST. HATE. LOVE. As the sexy, charismatic bassist for world-famous rock band Fallen Angel, whatever Killian Michaels wants, Killian Michaels gets. Or at least that was
Finally, her eyes moved over to my face and to do so, she had to tilt her head back – that’s how small she was. She couldn’t meet my eyes without tilting her head. She’d need a fucking ladder to be eye-level with me. Another two seconds passed before our eyes locked, but once they did, I swear, my
Dlaczego jedni ludzie posiadają sympatię otoczenia, a inni nie? Dlaczego jedne osoby odnoszą sukces zawodowy, a inne nie mogą awansować ani rozkręcić własnego biznesu? I wreszcie - dlaczego w niektórych krajach żyje się wspaniale, a w innych egzystencja to istne piekło? Wysnuwam hipotezę, że
When Hometown returns to the studio to record an album, hours become days in the studio. Stressed out, overworked, and exhausted, Derek can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when a snowstorm threatens to cripple Nashville, and shuts the studio down for the weekend. Unfortunately, in the chaos of
