検索キーワード： "Michael Rosen" ファンタジー

Feyre has undergone more trials than one human woman can carry in her heart. Though she’s now been granted the powers and lifespan of the High Fae, she is haunted by her time Under the Mountain and the terrible deeds she performed to save the lives of Tamlin and his people.

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's actions and learn what she can about the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit. One slip could bring doom not only for Feyre, but for everything-and everyone-she holds dear.

Feyre has undergone more trials than one human woman can carry in her heart. Though she’s now been granted the powers and lifespan of the High Fae, she is haunted by her time Under the Mountain and the terrible deeds she performed to save the lives of Tamlin and his people.

Ansa needs a husband. Fast. When the Lowtown witch matches her with a rich, reclusive noble, she cannot afford to ask too many questions, but cannot resist looking for answers on her own. Alexei best friend, the crown prince, has been exiled from Tal, and Alexei worries he is next. With dwindling funds and mounting problems, he cannot resist the distraction of the fiery serving woman asking for assistance.

I was supposed to be the bachelor—the only bachelor. Now I'm sharing the gorgeous contestants with the tiger tool. It'll be fun he said, no attachment, no strings. Realms, was he wrong. With a bachelorette missing, the entire island is in an uproar, and I have a really bad feeling it’s all my fault. I may have ticked off a few demons on my rise to the top. And now, someone’s taking it out on the contestants.

After getting my heart ripped out last season on Hitched, I finally get the chance to be the one in charge. I’m the new bachelor, and I get my pick of twelve smoking hot supernatural girls. My tiger and I plan on having the time of our lives. No commitment, no heartbreak, just casual hook-ups with no strings attached. Sound too good to be true? Damn, right it is.

In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It’s the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Includes Theirs to Protect, Theirs to Pleasure, and Theirs to Wed.