検索キーワード： ナレーター "Jarman Day" すべてのカテゴリー

My stalker destroyed my life. My grumpy mountain man protector is about to ruin me for anyone else. Running to a remote cabin wasn't part of the plan. Neither was the massive, silent man who opens the door, all dark eyes, muscly arms, and barely concealed irritation at having his solitude interrupted. Ben Lennox doesn't want me here, and he makes that crystal clear with every growl, glare, and gruff one-word answer. Too bad I'm stranded here, stuck with a man who hasn't had a houseguest in years and treats every conversation like torture.

I thought I had everything under control. A foolproof plan to keep the noxious Sawyer Pack from claiming me as their omega. But right when I'm about to make my bid for freedom, it all comes crashing down. Instead of escape, I'm dumped in the lap of the Volk Pack–incredibly powerful alphas who have taken control of the most infamous club in the city.

I had to destroy the boy I loved. I ended up destroying myself. But no well-intended deed ever goes unpunished. I thought I could set him free by letting him go. Until a tragedy sends me racing to Gabriel Blake- the boy I was once forced to betray. But his anger and its smoldering embers haven't yet subsided enough for him to listen to me. Instead of running from his fire, I find myself with a need to feel It, desperate to be burned. Because I deserve to pay for what I did.

I never meant to build a life among the dead—but it was the one thing that made sense. The work was quiet, methodical. It gave me space to breathe. To keep things simple. Then Patrick Dalton walked into my life. Warm, charming, gentle, devastatingly perfect. He made my chest ache, even when I tried to keep him at arm's length. And he made me want more. And for a while, I let myself believe I could have that. But life has a way of shifting itself. And the things we think we've buried don't always stay gone.

When my boyfriend Cole invited me to celebrate Christmas at his stepdad's cabin, nothing could have prepared me for what would happen next. Griffin's nothing like I pictured. Instead of a typical middle-aged man, I'm faced with broad shoulders, a muscular chest, and a jawline sharp enough to kill. Spine-tingling grazes and heated glances that last too long have me feeling guilty about how my body's reacting. That is until my boyfriend asks to share me with his stepdad.

My whole life, I've come out on top. One of the finest players ever to grace the NHL? Check. Most prolific playboy with an enviable reputation between the sheets? Check. Award for the cockiest athlete in America? Also, check, and well deserved I'd say. So why does my life feel anything but the perfect image I project? And why won't the one woman who came crashing into my life and knocked me on my six-foot-four ass take me seriously?

They think my greatest gift is my ability on the ice. But they're wrong. I've been hailed as the guy who has it all when it comes to hockey. Powerful people have invested their time and money, determined to turn my potential into their reality. The most influential of those people? Graham Jenkins, former NHL player and the General Manager of the Dallas Destroyers. The second he set eyes on me in the little leagues, he piled all his resources into my success. And when the Destroyers were awarded the first-round draft pick, he didn't hesitate to snap me up.

I'm her best friend's older brother. When this feisty little thing pissed off a rival mob boss, I should have felt like a bastard for stripping her bare, spanking her ass red, and then teaching her how a good girl thanks a man like me for his protection. But she was soaking wet and ready for me when I bent her over and took her exactly the way she needed to be taken. Because whether she likes it or not, she's always been mine. And she always will be.

A rogue attack changed Tyson's life forever. Already frustrated at not being publicly acknowledged as the rightful heir to the Steel Pack, his anger grows when he's wounded in battle and left behind. Saved by vampires but unable to return to what's left of his family, he's wandered for years, plotting his revenge. The darkness inside him eats away at his soul as he plans how to get his revenge, reclaim his pack and find the mate he's been searching for since a chance encounter right before the attack.

Apparently, she loved me, but that still didn't stop her from doing what she did. And frankly, I'm done with relationships, and I'm done with searching for love when it has no interest in finding me. After the hit I took last season, I plan to focus on rehabilitation and getting my mind back into the game I've loved for so many years. I don't need distractions, and I don't need another woman in my bed or my head. I've got enough complications to last me a lifetime.

She can't stand me. She also thinks she's got me all worked out. My Princess is determined to stay as far away from me as possible. Eighteen months ago, she wanted me, but now, she's convinced I'm bad news. The thing is an attraction like ours doesn't just fade, and my need for her has only grown stronger no matter how many times she offers me a scowl instead of her beautiful smile. We've been playing a game of cat and mouse since the day she wore my jersey, and fortunately for her, I love the chase.

Ezra Knight is the biggest rockstar to ever walk the planet, but before he belonged to the world, he belonged to me. He was my brother's best friend, my soulmate and protector, and when their band—Demon's Curse—took off, so did he. He was like a roaring tornado, crashing through my world and sweeping me off my feet, and just when I had it all, I was abandoned. Left to fend for myself at the hands of a monster. For eight long years, I blamed him for everything that was out of his control. But one phone call changed it all.

In the old days, an alpha left his mate by holding the omega down and biting the bonding mark away. Now it's done with a quick, clinical snip, but when my mate leaves me for his wealthy boss, my pain runs just as deep. Not only did my ex shatter my heart, but he also left me with a mountain of debt, a half-renovated house, and a sleazy contractor who's just waiting for me to crumble so he can own me in the worst way. I'm running on empty, with nothing but pure grit getting me through, when I meet Dash Devereux, a famous dancer and fellow omega.

She disappeared on their wedding day. Now she’s back, and someone wants her dead. Zane Knox is a man who doesn’t exist. The former Navy SEAL has spent years buried in the shadows, forced into off-books missions for a government agency that doesn’t technically exist. He doesn’t do it because he wants to… he does it because if he refuses, the secrets he carries will send him to prison. He’s made peace with living as a ghost. Until the woman who left him at the altar shows up on his boat, battered and begging for medical supplies.

When I presented as an Omega and ran away from home, I had only one goal in mind: to disappear. I was doing a damn good job of it, too… until I caught their scents. Denver, the alpha-hole mercenary with a heart of stone. Memphis, the cinnamon roll hunter-tracker with fire in his soul. And Camden, the golden retriever survivalist with kind blue eyes. I should've stayed away, but I could barely think through the heat threatening to burn me up from the inside out. By the time I discovered they were a team put together by my sadistic stepfamily to drag me home, it was already too late.

My stepbrother has my future mapped out. I'm going to be his pack's companion when he bonds his omega next spring. As a beta, he's tried to convince me it's the best I can hope for, even if it includes duties with his pack that make me shudder. But I want more. My dream job is to be a designer for House of Omega, the most elite luxury goods company in the world. A ruined interview dashes my hopes—until a chance encounter with a beautiful male omega, Max. He needs my help securing a wealthy pack, and I suddenly find myself tangled up with the Rose Pack, the owners of House of Omega.

When I took a job at the Monster Relations Bureau, the last thing I wanted was to stand out. There's just one problem—a grumpy, unapproachable dragon shifter who can't keep his golden eyes off me. Getting involved with Ewan Blair is the definition of a bad idea. Not only is he completely off-limits as the Bureau's Director, but the way he looks at me—like he'd devour me one moment, and wishes he never met me the next—should be enough warning to stay far away. But I've always had a reckless streak.

Being raised in a pack, I grew up knowing exactly what I wanted. A place where I'd belong, where I'd be loved and safe. So the night I smack pasta-first into a tall, scowling alpha who smells like he could be mine, I think I've finally found my happily ever after. A pack of strong, devoted alphas and a life full of warmth and protection. I should have known better. Instead of a fairytale, I walk straight into a pack on the verge of falling apart. Landon, Ronan, Jasper, and Dash may be some of the biggest names in professional hockey, yet off the ice, they're barely holding it together.

People call me weird, crazy even, but I only want to help the souls who are trapped in between and the loved ones they leave behind. Until my good intentions get me locked away and leave me broken and traumatized. So much so that I swear to never talk to a spirit again. A road trip through the country—driving away from a home that has nothing left for me—and a night spent in the arms of tequila, help me find myself in the embrace of a strong and handsome fisherman with ocean blue eyes.

Mila has spent her life working on Stormy Weather Farm, alongside her fiercely loyal, slightly eccentric family. The Storms believe in hard work, the importance of tradition, and—most of all—love at first touch. It’s a family legend, passed down like a vintage bottle of truth: when you touch the one meant for you, you’ll just know. Mila always thought it was just a romantic notion… until Boone. A rugged, brooding single father with a past that still smolders, Boone has one priority: giving his twelve-year-old daughter a stable, quiet life. Love? He’s been there, done that, burned the T-shirt.