Showing results by narrator "Amy Hall" in All Categories

I never wanted to disappear more than while around my family. Briar Lane, the girl only useful for one thing: my surname. A business handshake and pawn to be traded. My father's chess piece shuffled between empires. That was my life back in L.A., but all it took was finding the dirty secret stuffed in a jacket pocket, and my entire world unraveled.

My heart is broken, my pride shattered to pieces on that altar. He walked away so easily, too easily, and I know none of us will ever forgive him. We have bigger issues to focus on, though, here in Salem. My stalker is becoming more agitated, more violent. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, chasing after ghosts for answers. Add in my three boyfriends, my evil father and my new sadistic father in law and we are all in for an adventure I’m not sure I want to survive. One thing is for sure, though, making our way out of this, dead or alive is going to be one hell of a Descent.

I've always done what was expected of me. Layla Birch, the good girl. Forced to grow up too fast. To take care of everything myself. I had a plan. Only, I didn't count on him. Colton Wilder, the cowboy nearly twice my age. He's my dream man. One who takes care of me, gives me a job, and makes my pulse thud harder every time he comes near. My ex-boyfriend's father. The nights are long and cold on top of this mountain. As the snow grows thicker and the tension builds between us, we're both inching closer to a line we shouldn't cross.

My name is Rachel Price, and two months ago, I walked away from the perfect man. Sweet and funny, and so hot it should be illegal—we shared one magical night. No names. No strings. I never thought I'd see him again. I was wrong. It turns out Mr. Perfect is the playboy grinder for the Jacksonville Rays, the NHL's hottest new hockey team . . . and I'm his new physical therapist. Oh, and the jerk doesn't even recognize me!

The Anguis, a secret society of power-hungry individuals, have long controlled Port Macabre from their seat at Noire House, a place where the wealthy rub shoulders and chase hedonistic pleasures. However, behind the mansion's facade lies a poisonous, hidden underworld.

From the international bestselling Jacksonville Rays Hockey series comes a second happily ever after novella!

My name is Tess Owens, and my life is officially on fire. I never thought dancing at my best friend's wedding would be the match to light the flames. But with one lingering touch, one longing look . . . and one sneaky caterer holding a camera phone, my almost ex-husband is ready to torch my entire life. Unwilling to face the heat, I do what I do best: I run. Straight into the arms of Rachel and her team of NHL hockey players.

My best friend. My fierce protector. A safe space to breathe. He always remained my one constant, never wavering. For years, I've masked my love for him but it still had me in a chokehold. Anytime I pictured my future, it was with him. That was until August.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when arriving in Salem. Forced to marry a man I’ve never met, attend a private university I’d never heard of, and the whispers of a rumored secret society filling the halls. This life would be near unbearable with my insufferable fiancé if it wasn’t for his uncle, his best friend, and his enemy. When none of them are willing to let me go, it sends us down a path I’m not sure any of us will survive. The life I was promised is distorted behind smoke and mirrors. The truth cloaked by Deceit.

Curious to know what happened to Rachel and the guys after that fateful hockey game in Los Angeles? Pucking Ever After: Volume 1 provides listeners with a six-chapter peek into the future of Team Price. Bonus content in this volume spans four years after the end of Pucking Around.

Harlow Hayes has spent three years avoiding Conor Hart. The cocky captain of Holt University's hockey team makes it easy—he ignores her right back. Plenty of girls fall for the charming lines and that arrogant smirk. Harlow knows better. Knows more. Like the fuel for the fury that makes Conor such a dominant force on the ice. The history they share but didn't write. The reason they don't speak. Until, one day, they do. He was supposed to be the one guy she could never—would never—like, much less love. Famous last words.

Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can't walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions. It should be easy: a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I'll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we're happily married without falling in love.

I finally know the truth of my identity: I am not human. And it’s time I stop pretending that I am. If only I could control these rare, unique powers long enough to defeat my enemies. Because the fae gate is now open and the entire fae realm thinks I’m the villain.

Winry lives a cozy, quiet life in the small town of Aster Creek, where she runs Crossroads Books and Café with her longtime friend and business partner, Ivy. She has a loving, close-knit family, including her sisters Waverly and Wyla. Unknown to her family, Winry has fought a secret battle with mental health issues. She keeps her walls firmly in place and pushes the worst of her struggles down for the sake of her family. Graham enters her world, and Winry feels intense attraction. He has special "golden retriever boyfriend" vibes and seems equally interested in getting to know her.

They're both rich and powerful and have a debt to settle in the wealthy circles of NYC. Then there's me... the naive girl trying to make it in this city, pissed off and seemingly a willing pawn. It was supposed to be one night to get over one man by getting under another. Then one thing led to another, and it all spiraled out of control. It was never supposed to go this far.I was never supposed to fall for him. And he was never supposed to risk it all for me.

Koraine always dreamed of seeing the world and escaping the confines of Morwen, the water kingdom she grew up in. Finally, that wish was coming true—at a price. She was being forced to marry the prince of their rival kingdom, Abelon, the kingdom of fire. Bellamy always knew one day he would become king. He spent every day trying to prove himself as a prince to a father with impossible expectations. Never once had he questioned the king's demands—until his marriage was announced. Being forced to marry a nobleman's daughter from his rival kingdom had never been a part of his plan.

LaRynn Lavigne and Deacon Leeds had one short and contentious summer fling when they were teens—certainly nothing to build a foundation on. But a decade later, when their grandmothers have left them with shared ownership of their dilapidated Santa Cruz building, they're thrust back together and have to figure out how to brace up the pieces. LaRynn has the money, but in order to access her trust, she has to be married. Deacon has the construction expertise, but lacks the funds. A deal is struck: Marry for however long it takes to fix up the property, collect a profit, and cut ties.

Mega-pop star Kaia has a secret identity. Nobody knows she's also ordinary Abigail Dilworth. With her latest world tour over, Abigail can finish her degree by student teaching. She'll be incognito at a coastal Maine high school. When the semester's over, then she'll worry about whether to teach or continue her meteoric singing career. Except she's off to a horrible start. There's a meet-hate with the vice-principal (with a sexy academic look that can't be ignored, but should be). And that's the best thing to happen day one . . .

In The Indian Card, Carrie Lowry Schuettpelz grapples with these contradictions. Through in-depth interviews, she shares the stories of people caught in the mire of identity-formation, trying to define themselves outside of bureaucratic processes. With archival research, she pieces together the history of blood quantum and tribal rolls and federal government intrusion on Native identity-making.

I never thought in a million years that the bones would choose me. The power, the magic, was supposed to go to someone else in the family. I was counting on it. But now my Grammy Ruby is gone, and here the bones sit on my kitchen table. I thought bitter relatives would be my biggest problem. But I’ve barely had time to find a familiar before trouble comes a-knocking. The kind that possesses smoldering green eyes and a smile that can turn any woman dumb. His name is Rogan Kendrick, and he’s certain that someone is hunting down and taking my kind. According to him, I’m next.