検索キーワード： 著者 "Holly Roberds" すべてのカテゴリー

In a world where mages, faes, and humans coexist, I, Goldie, am taking a stand – swearing off the male species entirely. Ironically, all of them start throwing themselves at me with almost supernatural fervor the minute I make my vow. All except for one man, that is... When I move into a crumbling Victorian mansion, I didn't know my unexpected inheritance would come with a neighbor who is a rugged alpha bear shifter with an alpha complex.

I'm bound to Grim by blood now, making me his vampire slave for all eternity. But he'll find out there is only one will I abide by. Mine. Now the rest of the immortals know I exist, and they want a look at the only living vampire. Except half the immortals want to possess me as their own vampire slave, while the other half want to kill me outright. Grim swears he won’t let anyone harm me, but he's been absorbing tainted, dark souls to the breaking point. How can he protect anyone when his power is compromised?

My life sucks. More accurately, I suck- blood. I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue two weeks ago, with no memories and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends. Now, I’m hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me.

Night after night, I meet Death. He turns me inside out and makes me feel things I never knew possible. Day by day, his patience thins as I deprive the god of death the one thing he wants more than anything. My heart. But with my kind of childhood, one doesn’t just go dropping the L word unless it’s to a triple chocolate buttercream cupcake. I’m an acts of service kind of vampire, so I’m showing I care by tracking down the only blade forged that can kill him. Because if Grim dies, the whole world will go to hell. And facing an eternity without him would kill me.

To grandmother’s house I go, though I want nothing to do with magic or my former life. Especially not after being kicked out of the Fairy Fine Arts Academy. But when I find a dangerous, heavily scarred wolf shifter in my grandma’s bedroom, the fragile human lifestyle I've built from scratch is suddenly at stake. Magic, chaos, and my past is charging at me like a raging ogre on pixie sticks. My grandma is nowhere to be found, and I’m being hunted.

I woke up with fangs, a thirst for blood, and no memories of my past. To add to my confusion, the Grim Reaper is inexplicably hell-bent on ending me. Who would've thought that the God of the Dead would wear designer suits and ooze power and danger like a mob boss straight from the underworld?