Bøger udgivet af Elizabeth Stephens

Are you a romanctic? Do you need help telling a loved one how you feel about them? Then you need this book! For all your romanctic poetry needs, read Echos of Eternity!

He's the oldest of his kind. Terrifying. I'm human, insignificant, scared and scarred. It shouldn't be too hard to escape his notice. But wait...why is he walking over here? He...wants to dine with me. No. He must want more...Justice dealer of the seven regions, Lahve is tasked with maintaining order. His focus should be on that, not on a female who is too young for him by several hundred lifetimes.She has been scarred by this world and Lahve cannot undo her past. She wants to be left alone, but he cannot do that, either. Because when enemy gangs move to overtake their community, he needs her help to track them into Population and cut them off.She fears recapture, but how can he make her understand that he is the most powerful creature in this world and he will slaughter any who venture too close? Because she is the only human who has ever made him feel what he's never felt:Human.And, if she does not agree to help him hunt down their shared enemies, humanity itself may be lost.He looks at me like I'm crazy when I show up to dinner with...expectations, because he has expectations, too...like helping him save the world._____Immortal with Scars is book three in the Population series and features a scarred human heroine and a 3000 year old inhuman hero with fangs. This book can be read as a stand alone. Expect a dark romance with medium-high heat levels that will not be suitable for young or sensitive readers. Additional TWs and CWs are visible in the opening pages visible in the preview.

Drugs in a bag in a box. Hunters hunting. The hunted waiting.Alina Popov doesn't trust Aiden. He's a killer tasked with keeping her safe from the mafia looking for her and her brother and the drugs they think he's stolen. Alina doesn't care and she will run if Aiden cannot breach the distance between them.Holed up in a dilapidated building deep in cartel territory, Gavriil Popov has few alliances left. Strange then that his greatest resource and treasure may be Ify, a nosy true-crime author. When Ify is caught in the crossfire, Gavriil must decide whether to remain hidden or step out of the shadows and take his rightful place as king of the Bratva.As the mafia continue their search for the Brothers, the only shot for the hunted to stay alive is to rise and when they do, to rise together.¿¿¿¿¿ on Amazon & Goodreads"This book is so hot. So layered and so deep...dark...sometimes hilarious." "There is a shi$$torm and this book explodes..." "These damaged men love their women so fiercely and unconditionally." "These women will battle for their men..." "Hoo boy. Panties. Melted." "This is a 6 star book."*Continue reading for a sneak peek*Aiden "Alina." I bang on the door. "Let me in."There's no answer."You're going to have to eat." I keep myself from cursing. It isn't easy. I want to tear through the wood and hurl myself at the girl with every intention of violence, but I know what will happen when she does open the door and I do see her - the same thing that happens every time: I fall the fuck apart."Alina, open the door. You will eat." Statements don't work, neither do threats, so I try pleas. "Goddammit, Alina. Do you want to die? I told your brother I'd keep you safe." Then coercion. "I'll take you shopping, alright? Just eat something. Alasha delivery will be here in half an hour. Sara says to try to eat bread or soup beforehand so your stomach doesn't hurt. Alina? Alina."She still hasn't said anything and I'm hot. The hallway is shrinking around me and I can hear other people in the house, but they don't come into the hall. They've learned from their past mistakes, which is a fucking pity because I could use someone right about now to be my punching bag."Alina! Open the door, or I will." My hand closes around the knob and twists. Bloody hell. It's unlocked. My mouth dries up. Sweat beads along the back of my shaved head. I lick my lips and step inside her room without her permission.The bed is empty. The bathroom is empty. She's not hiding in the closets or beneath any of the furniture. But the window in the bathroom - barely bigger than an air vent - is open. I reach for my phone and pull up the security app Clifton had installed on all of our devices, hoping that it will prove something that my eyes cannot. But no, there's a blinking red notification from seven minutes ago - left unread - telling me that someone exited the house. Alina is gone. My blood turns to slush and for a moment, the world ceases to turn.

*The Hunting Town is an interracial romantic suspense featuring hunky alphas, tough as nails heroines, fast-paced action, steamy romance, and a diverse cast in a small town setting with a mafia twist. With multiple POVs and an HEA for two of the brothers, this book can be read as a standalone or along with book 2, The Hunted Rise.*FIGHTER. LEADER. KILLER. Knox. The Fighter. I knew she'd be mine from the first moment I saw her tending bar in the fighting pits I own with my brothers. Mer. Sexy Latina with a punch almost as mean as mine and a mouth even meaner. I'm willing to fight for her, but she might need more than that when the cartel hires a Russian mercenary who hungers for her. Because she's mine and fighting won't be enough to save her. She'll need me to kill. Dixon. The Leader. Knox broke the bonds of our brotherhood by letting a woman put us at risk. I ask our brother Aiden to take care of it in the only way he knows how - with his Ruger - and I drown myself in work at our strip club. I don't need the distraction one of the dancers presents, but she smells like autumn and a warmth that I'm afraid of because I'm shit scared she'll get caught up in this. Aiden. The Killer. They're stuck in the shit between the cartel and the mafia. I say them because they call me brother, but I do not. I am nothing but a shell, a carcass without a soul, a killer, and I've got three Russians in my sights. What I don't expect is for one of them to stop me with a look. Alina Popov, princess of the Russian mafia and the first person I've met since I was a child to make my cold blood burn.