Bücher von Arianna Courson

Meadow Collins was a shut-in high schooler that secretly loved to party behind her mother's back, but one night-as she waited in line at her local club-trouble started brewing when she noticed a hot, young man walk into the club right behind the guard. A teenage boy that no one could see. As curiosity got the better of her, Meadow decided to question the man. That was her first mistake. Only the next day, Meadow finds herself walking through a city of vampires, werewolves, and witches, but Ash was something different. He was a hunter, a magical hunter, known as the Nightshade. When Meadow's life is in danger after her mother had vanished, she finds herself turning to Ash, teaming up with the hunter to save herself from the many assassins planning her death. But what she didn't know... was that she had a past with the hunter, a past that was long lost in her memories. As all the shadows from her past cast down upon her, she finds the curiosity of what she and Ash had suffocating, and started wandering closer and closer to him. Until closer... wasn't close enough. The Eleventh Hour is a young adult paranormal romance between two teens, one of which is a killer of assassins, and the other something she had yet to discover. Find out what happens when two opposites clash.

"You're dangerous and addicting; every part of you screams insanity... but you're like a ghost; something that I want to touch, but my hand goes right through you." Selene: I'm not normal. No, I'm definitely not normal. Most of the world doesn't know that werewolves exist, but I do. He thinks I don't know what he is, and he thinks I don't notice his eyes on me while I do my homework at the coffee shop, but I do. Bane Johnathan is the most dreaded, attractive, dangerous alpha in the entire nation; girls swoon over him like millions of little night dancers. But his eyes are always on me. Something about me interests him, and I've noticed through the years that he feels some power over ignoring me when I come up to him, but I'm the one with the power. He watches me, he can't stop; something about me captivates him, and I choose to ignore his stares even when it angers him. I don't care if little old Bane is angry. Right now? There's something else on my mind. There's a new pack out there; a pack of corrupted werewolves lingering through the woods and killing humans, and I know Bane knows something about it, and I can tell they're plotting something. I need to put down my book. It's time to go up and question him. And boy did I regret it.