Showing results by author "Storm" in All Categories

The last thing Natalia Kristoff expected was that her friend's wild dream to find her a fake husband for a green card would have any sort of success. Yet here she is, sitting in a private booth, listening to the sexiest man she's ever seen lay out the details of just what he needs from her. Stand at his side, pretend she's madly in love with him, all to satisfy some crazy family tradition? Kirell Ursa has a problem. His bear shifter family is in shambles, struck from within by traitors.

I thought I'd die before returning to the Yosemite pack, yet here I am. It's just as brutal and terrifying as I remember. Nothing's changed. Well, except for one thing—me. I am done running. I will find a way to return to Derrick, and save as much of this pack as I can in the process. There's something brewing in the supernatural world, putting all shifters at risk. We need to find a way to set aside our differences and work together before we all perish.

Life as a peasant farmer was boring, to say the least. Was I really wrong to distract myself with the mayor’s daughter? She certainly didn’t mind. Of course, the mayor did, and now I’ve been exiled to some dark, distant forest on the other side of the continent. What do you do when your entire village betrays you? Start plotting your revenge, of course. After saving a beautiful woman’s life and nearly getting beaten to death for it, I became the proud owner of a castle core, the central power of every village. The best part? Every woman I marry gains a similar boost in power.

A warrior owns what he is able to take. And I take her. She's trembling in a closet, hiding from the raiding party invading her human settlement. Hiding from me. I collar her. I own her. She's mine by law. As the Captain of the Imperial Guard, I've sworn a solemn oath to have no mate, sire no offspring. Oath-breakers are traitors, executed without a second thought. Let them try. I'll beat them all for a chance to claim my mate.

New friends can be found in unexpected places. For Bridget and Amy, that place was the cancer ward of an Anchorage hospital. Now, as each struggles to overcome loss, they lean on each other for support-sharing suppers, laughter and tears. Bridget and Amy aren't about to let hardship knock them down - Bridget plans to return to her veterinarian school studies, Amy to her position as a second-grade teacher - but neither feels quite ready. And so the Sunday Potluck Club is born, a way for Bridget, Amy, and other women who have lost a loved one to find solace and understanding.

I'm a wanted woman. In more ways than one. I was arrested, then imprisoned in cryosleep, and finally rescued by a crew of horned, golden skinned aliens. Now my government has branded me a traitor. Whoever is after me is willing to kill - to destroy anything and anyone in their way. They're powerful and without mercy. It's enough to make me lose all hope. Until Grantian. He's a dangerous man and he promises to protect me. Former mercenary with the Hael Hounds - more blood on his hands than he cares to recount. He's experienced suffering...loss. I can tell that he sees something in me.

Dark gods and witch girls, name a more iconic duo. Jake works at the newest, and technically oldest, excavation site in America. As a janitor. Not quite an archeology major’s wet dream. But then, an ancient pillar awakens, and Jake switches lives with a doppelganger in another world. This world’s Jake happens to be a top prospect at the magical Aether Academy…and a servant of a dark god who expects repayment for his boon. If he’s going to live long enough to find a way home, Jake will need a little help.

I'm a greaser girl from Novaria. I know my way around an engine room. And I never got close to anyone. Much less a serious relationship. As for Swipt? The handsome alien pirate that rescued me says I'm his mate. Fated. Destined to be together. Kind of a big commitment. But he's...different. Swipt is strong. He challenges me. Excites me. Pisses me off. But maybe I need that kind of fire. Maybe it's what I've been missing.

Lauren Dalton's world shattered the day her father died. Now she's willing to move 4,000 miles away from the only home she's ever known in hopes of discovering the truth about his hidden past.

Ninety-four percent of consumers will leave a website if it has poor graphic design. Do you want to effortlessly keep an audience’s attention on your data visuals and not their phones? Keep listening.

I was happy. I had finally won—the past was behind me, my enemies dead, and my mate at my side as we jointly ruled our pack. Or so I thought. Being Alpha isn't easy, and bad blood lingers between our elders. Fights and distrust hover like unwanted pests, our pack a tinderbox set to explode with only a single spark. To make matters worse, loose ends with the vampires threaten our safety, and that last thing I want is more dead cubs. I'd kill every vampire in the west if that's what it would take, but it seems there's something bigger at play, pulling the strings for all supernaturals.

Sheila came to the farm to bust up the illegal Hucow ring, but she found herself on the wrong end of the law as the tables are turned, and she must take a dose of her own medicine. Two strong, powerful farmhands lead her to the milking barn, where she is relieved of both her dignity and her rich cream. Will they take her hard and without protection, or will she find a way to wiggle out of the mess she made? Take a peek inside for a hot preview, and pick up your copy today!

Die Novelle, in deren Zentrum der fiktive Deichgraf Hauke Haien steht, basiert auf einer Sage, mit der Storm sich über Jahrzehnte befasste. Mit der Niederschrift der Novelle begann er jedoch erst im Juli 1886 und beendete seine Arbeit daran im Februar 1888, wenige Monate vor seinem Tod.

Josephson-Storm traces the history of the myth of disenchantment in the births of philosophy, anthropology, sociology, folklore, psychoanalysis, and religious studies. Ironically, the myth of mythless modernity formed at the very time that Britain, France, and Germany were in the midst of occult and spiritualist revivals. It was specifically in response to this burgeoning culture of spirits and magic that they produced notions of a disenchanted world.

Scarlett Cole is caught between two worlds. Accustomed to living out her adventures between the pages of great books, she now has the opportunity to participate in the sporting tradition she loves so much. Unfortunately, she'll have only one chance to make a name for herself in the dog-sledding world.

War tore me from home and dumped me on Novaria. My only hope lies in pleasing a brute. I'm sent to him as a tribute. I have one chance to entice him. Only one shot to win his good graces. The thing is...I'm not such an innocent waif myself. I'm used to men who hurt me. That take my heart and rip it to shreds. So the first touch of kindness from this scaly alien has me on edge. What is he preparing me for? How is he going to wound me?

Investigating odd mooing sounds in the middle of the night, Adam is led to his hot next-door-neighbor's living room, where he finds June slowly turning into a hucow. With eight succulent orbs on her stomach and chest and growing larger by the minute, she begs for him to help her. They enlist the help of her close friend and farmer, Carla, who brings over pumping equipment and milk canisters to help stem the flow.

This practical guide to Witchcraft both embraces and celebrates queer men through an impressive collection of spells, rituals, and exercises. The Satyr's Kiss empowers everyone who identifies as male to take his rightful place at the center of his own universe, honoring the unique qualities that set him apart from the mainstream. Emphasizing the importance of sexuality in Witchcraft, this book features a variety of methods for celebrating sex in a magical way. Join Storm Faerywolf on a queer-centered exploration of magical philosophy, history, rites of passage, and sex magic.

One more job and I'm out. I'm done with this lousy planet. Deliver the human female to the Imperator of Fenda, so he can have an exotic new addition to his royal harem. But I can't get enough of her. This feisty little human has the spirit of a true Zalaryn warrior. Just my luck. I've been blessed with a bonded mate - and she's the property of another male. I don't care what the law says: She's mine. I've got a plan. And I can't wait to claim my prize....

My week is off to a bloody terrible start. A horrifyingly grizzly mortal death has my new friend Quinn convinced we have a Dark Druid lurking about. Add to that, a possible creature from another world-a shadow world-hunting and killing humans. I also seem to have slipped up and revealed to my newly mated she-wolf that her grandfather is convinced he is dying.