検索キーワード： ナレーター "Daryl Mayfield" 官能・ロマンス

Homeless and nearly destitute, I find myself standing on stage in a brothel, where I'm sold to the highest bidder. The winner, a massive half-orc named Knot Thazurok, happens to be a former priest and a former love interest of mine, but I soon discover he expects to get his money's worth. After the male's dominant claiming leaves me breathless, he shocks me with a marriage proposal, which I promptly decline. A fallen maiden has no business becoming a priest's wife, and besides, I have plans to leave the island far behind one day.

Hunter thought he lost his pack for good, but his brothers have reappeared. The pups are overjoyed at seeing their uncles again, and we’re all relieved to know some of his pack members survived. The only problem? His brothers hate humans. Which only adds to my confusion when I hear they have a shaman like me.

When Ophelia seeks the services of the Prime Mating Agency to find her soulmate, she’s floored to learn that her perfect match is Gaelec, an intimidating, feline-looking ex-convict. Despite her better judgment, she agrees to the union only to discover that a sweet and cuddly male, with the fluffiest fur, hides behind the stern but sexy mountain of muscle that is her new husband.

Hounded by a necromancer hellbent on appropriating her ancestral lands, Ronika must recover an ancient relic from a cursed mansion to keep her enemy at bay. To do so, she requires an escort. Convincing an enraged wraith to help seems like an impossible task. But she discovers that the being behind the billowing shadows is an honorable protector who moves her in an unexpected fashion.

Every burn on his paws, every poke and prod from his cruel masters, I feel as if it were my own. I also feel his anger and his thirst for blood. He’s even more of a predator than Hunter or Razvan. There’s a danger about this tiger shifter I’ve never experienced before. But the road leading to his rescue takes a detour to my past.

When Venus embarked on a luxury cruise, she never expected to rescue a young Promethean demigod—or that he’d bind her as his guardian. Now stranded on his primitive planet, she agrees to a temporary marriage of convenience to Atlas, the Commander of the Black Guard, in exchange for protection against those hellbent on seizing control of the youngling in her care. Against all odds, she finds herself falling for the sweet and honorable Atlas—antennae, scales, wings and all.

With the festivities in Timbermere underway, Valdis Wolfbane and his cohort of lovely ladies are off to the Spring Faire. Valdis is expecting trouble, for that’s the way his grizzled warrior’s mind works after years of fighting and warring. But the trouble he’s likely to find is in the form of his greatest weakness: a pretty face.

When a dark portal spewing shadow beasts opens into a research facility, Kaida’s unit is dispatched to destroy them. The last thing she expects is for the massive dragon amidst the creatures to claim her. To avoid an intergalactic conflict, and to perform an important mission, she consents to a temporary marriage of convenience with the Shadow Lord Cedros. But with each passing day, she finds herself drawn to the sweet and socially awkward male who lurks within this strong and fearsome protector of his realm.

Everything I thought I knew about my life was a lie. Now I’m the only one left to assemble the broken pieces. With new mystical powers and both sides of fangers on my tail, my best option is to run, but I can’t. Not when the vampire who killed my “parents” is trying to raise the god of death. If he succeeds in resurrecting the immortal who sired all vamps, all of Azar is royally screwed.

Struck by a strange illness that confounds human doctors, Neera turns to alien physicians instead. The prognosis? She’s not what she always believed herself to be—Earth’s atmosphere is slowly killing her. Too broke to afford the insane cost of relocating to a new, more suitable world, Neera turns in desperation to the Prime Mating Agency. The match? A sexy merman, with pink scales, scarlet hair, and a voice that makes her toes curl.

Rihanna is condemned to a 20-year sentence on the most savage prison planet in the sector for a crime she didn’t commit. On the day of her transfer, she’s offered a deal to commute her sentence: an arranged marriage with a grumpy orc-minotaur, who has muscles for days, devilish red eyes, and an insufferably smart mouth. Despite his species’ reputation for being violent brutes, Rihanna soon finds herself drawn to the gentle giant that lurks beneath his terrifying appearance.

Luana’s colony is under threat of an impending attack. As the sole child of their grievously wounded leader, she seeks aid from the only other native species on the planet. Consenting to a marriage of convenience with one of the Zelconians, a peaceful bird-like race, would secure the protection her village desperately needs. As much as that prospect terrifies her, Luana cannot deny being intrigued by the hybrid she is to marry, with his strange eyes full of stars, his majestic wings, and his hypnotic voice.

She got more than she bargained for. When Serena comes to Trangor to participate in the First Hunt, the last thing she expects is to find herself forced to marry an Ordosian…or be executed. She knows nothing of his people, nothing of him, except that he’s got fangs, scales, and a crazy long tail. Serena only has to play the part of being a wife for six months, and then she’ll be free to leave.

Having always done what is expected of her, Mila dresses the part, only dates college boys with exemplary backgrounds, and doesn’t ask questions. Not about her papa’s absences or his refusal to let her set foot in her birthplace - Russia. Suffocated by the rules and unanswered questions, Mila does what she’s always wanted to. She boards a plane to Moscow. She never expected to fall for a man on the way. One with unexplained wealth, tattoos on his hands, and secrets in his eyes. But it doesn’t take long for his caress to become a rough grasp muffling her screams.

As a third daughter on the farming colony of Meterion, Susan’s future prospects aren’t too promising. A pretty face, top-notch skills, and hard work mean nothing if your dowry doesn’t include fertile lands. With her 25th birthday approaching, and no suitors, her only way out is to settle for an arranged marriage through the PMA - the Prime Mating Agency. She just never expected to be paired with a grumpy, massive lizardman, and above all not to grow so fond of his scales and quirky ways.

Years ago, a desperate widow was left an inheritance to kill for. Three organized crime families had to hide their assets, and their accountant had a desperate widow and limited time live, so he devised a way to steal their money. To his surprise, it worked. Eighty years later, the powerful families are in a war for their legacy, when they discover the widow's debt. Everyone on both sides of the law wants the money, but where do they look?

With the Developers destroying any race they find a threat to their advancements, the Renegades must destroy them quickly or risk losing more civilizations. Bixom is back from behind enemy lines, and he knows the threat is even greater then he could have imagined. He is ready to wage war when he unexpectedly runs into his lifemate. How can he protect her in the midst of a battle he does not even understand himself?

The war has taken a turn, and those the Renegade once thought were allies have turned out to be an even bigger threat than Golan. Brock wakes up on the Developer's warship after being dematerialized and mistaken for a Developer. He has no way to contact his team and no way of knowing where he is heading, and it is only a matter of time before he is discovered.

The hardest part of being ringmistress? Juggling my feelings for three men. Connor, my stubborn protector always battling his demons. Hunter, the dashing wolf shifter who sends my heart into overdrive. And Razvan, the dragon I wish I could stop thinking about.

Something is watching me. I can’t tell if it wants to hurt or protect me. Is the howling at night real or is my mind playing tricks on me? What about the flashes of white fur I see out of the corners of my eyes? And who is the beautiful, pale man haunting my dreams? As carnival performers, it’s always on to the next show. A tattooed sword swallower with an affinity for fire has gotten me all fired up. Connor not only doesn’t mind, but he’s encouraging the sparks to fly. My heart’s being pulled in multiple directions and somehow it actually feels right.