Maggie Mayhem – лучшие книги

My Fake Gargoyle Fiancé
So, this is rock bottom. Not only did I lose my job and my apartment, but now, an ultra-secret snow leopard shifter group wants me to marry a guy I never met and have babies to save our species. And they’re coming in three days to take me away. Cue me getting smashed alone on a Thursday night. That is until the world’s sexiest, brooding stranger walks in, all sharp angles and hard lines. He’s massive and covered in muscles, and his mesmerizing green-gray eyes has my knees turning to jelly. In a moment of brilliance—or perhaps it was the gin and tonic—I ask him to marry me. I wake up in Gunnar Redrock’s luxurious penthouse suite. It’s supposed to be a charade, but the line between fact and fiction gets blurrier the more time I spend with him. Our marriage may be a sham, but these feelings are the real deal. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, the only way forward might land me with a broken heart.

Stuck between a rock-hard Gargoyle and a hard place. After a break-in at my apartment, I get my very own security detail. Cool right? Wrong. The big, brooding beast assigned to protect me 24/7 is the very same cocky guard who caught me crashing a dragon’s wedding! Grayson, the owner of Redrock Protective Services, is massive, powerful, and totally intimidating. Arrogant, too. Did I mention his slow, sultry smile or the wickedly possessive glint in his steel-gray eyes? Something inhuman flickers there, and I realize, too late, that I’ve caught the attention of a monster. He vows to protect me from danger. His solution? Steal me away to his gorgeous penthouse high above the city. I should run before I do something stupid, like fall for the growly gargoyle. But I can’t. Evil lurks in the shadows waiting for me. Now, the only thing that will save me is my very own possessive monster.

A devilish grin. Six-pack abs. And horns!
When I enlist the help of Redrock Protective Services, I expect to meet with one of the company’s gargoyle brothers. Instead, I find myself face-to-face with a demon. And by the heated glow in his eyes, guarding is the last thing he wants to do with my body. Eamon is rippling with muscles, rides a motorcycle, and has extra, uh…parts…for my pleasure—all the things that have my body screaming YES! Too bad a demon lover is a distraction I can’t afford, not when I’m running from a centuries-old spirit intent on stealing my identity. But every second I spend in Eamon's penthouse makes me fall a little more for him as I uncover his caring and gentle side, and soon, I’m in over my head. Wrapped up in the arms of my very own possessive monster, I search for a permanent solution to my problem. Can I find it in time, or am I doomed to lose myself forever?

A creature of nightmares, and I’m his next obsession. When my brother steals a treasure from a dragon’s precious hoard, I find myself facing down the monster sent to retrieve the locket. Mateo gives me three days to produce the stolen goods, or he’ll lock me in the dungeon and throw away the key. The catch? He’s not letting me out of his sight. What starts out as a hunt for my wayward brother ends up with me in the sights of a ruthless wizard. My manticore captor-turn-protector is more than the sum of his parts, and I soon realize I’m falling for him. But love means nothing if I can’t get out of this alive.

The naga next door has perfect pecs, washboard abs, and the world’s sharpest jawline, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook for disturbing the peace. But this time, when I stomp over to give the my noisy neighbor a piece of my mind, I find Zayn’s front door ajar and his groceries scattered on the ground. What the— The sexy serpent has been hiding a curse. On a whim, I offer to help him break it. The more time we spend together, the more I realize he’s a lot more than a pretty face. Our chemistry is off the charts, he can cook, and more importantly, he loves my familiars. Very soon, breaking the curse isn’t about him anymore; it’s about us. But Zayn’s not the only one with something to hide, and I’m beginning to suspect someone out there knows my secret. And if that gets out, I’ll be in big trouble.

Most people cry when they’re left at the altar. Me? I cast a spell to find the perfect man. But when a very bare and uh…impressive…incubus appears in my living room, I know I messed up. Serves me right for trying a spell I found on the internet! I’m both disappointed and relieved when Prax is summoned away. I think he’s gone for good until I wake the next morning to my sexy incubus in nothing but an apron, making me breakfast in bed. But my magical screw-up has attracted more than one dirty-minded demon, and now I’m dealing with a bunch of dangerous and wildly inappropriate unwanted suitors. As we scramble to break the spell, I discover that Prax is genuine, funny, and super protective. Plus, our chemistry is off the charts! I’m falling for him. Hard. Too bad incubi aren’t known for forever-afters. Will I be able to nullify the spell in time? And will it cost me another broken heart?