Steve had experience when it came to waking up with hangovers. Being attacked by kobolds? Not so much. After rousing in the middle of a monster-filled forest, he was sure his life was over. That was until he was saved by a fire-wielding angel who was anything but human. Now Steve finds himself a temporary guest on a small run-down farm filled with monster girls who need his help. None more so than the canine beauty responsible for saving his skin.

My name is Andrew McCarthy. You may have heard of me. Or heard whispers about me. I’m the man your nightmares are made of. I’m the man who is the source of your fantasies. I’m the devil in the darkness. I’m the man of your dreams. Desire and darkness. Fantasy and fear. I am the head of the McCarthy mob. Anything I want, I get. And the first time I see her - Kyra Bahmer - I know she belongs to me. I know I will have her.

One minute I’m in a tree, pointing my camera at a tiger, the next I’m on my back in a medieval fantasy world, while a skittish blonde hovers over me, hoping I’m not dead. I’ve never felt more alive.

After fighting a troll in a back alley, I found out the supernatural was real. Then I discovered I'm a dragon shifter. Soon after, I learned I'm also a mage. Turns out this combination is incredibly rare, and now everyone wants a piece of me. Being a dragon, there's only one thing I want to do: gather my hoard. Power. Magic. Women. Riches. It's all going to be mine.

Harley left LA behind a long time ago. But when she hears of her father’s death, it’s the only thing that could bring her back to town. Once a tough, kick-ass biker girl, now she’s bought a Prius and dresses in conservative gear. The only reminders of her youth are the angel wings tattooed right across her back. But waiting in LA are two sinfully hot men, her old motorcycle, and a tougher biker version of herself she thought she’d never be again.

Toby Drake is faced with a crisis of conscience when a beautiful woman shows up on his doorstep, battered, bloodied, and on run from a super-powered thug. Trained as an engineer prior to The Storm, Toby makes a living fixing other people’s broken electronics, hardly something that has prepared him to go up against a super. He quickly discovers that it’s one thing to hear about villains doing bad things, but another thing entirely to come face-to-face with them.

He was 18. The heir to a notorious, criminal MC. And my student. There was no way I could get involved. No way I could stay involved. Then, no way I could get out alive.

In walked this wolf like he’s my mom on a meth trip, staring at us and growling like he’s an over-protective husband. Worse, according to Tommy, I’m growling back. Next thing I know, Tommy is halfway across the desert and I’m at an elite academy for Witches, Shifters, Vampires, and Fae looking like I was plucked out of the local trailer park. Oh wait, I was.

One sassy female weapons master...who doesn't get out much. One alpha-hole who lays claim to her the moment he sets eyes on her. She's a weapon in the hands of her enemies, and Rhys intends to use her. An ancient family feud between the legendary Van Helsing’s and Silversmith's who once made their legendary weapons... What can possibly go wrong? When Remington comes face-to-face with Rhys Van Helsing, the world will never be the same again. For Remington Silversmith? Apparently everything.

Noel: I'm finally free and able to patrol my own territory without Marco being by my side. I really appreciated everything he's taught me, what can I say... that big, brutal bastard grew on me. However, before I can embark on my new life as a General, I have to fulfill a debt my Father owes to the dragon king, Evander. This should be interesting. At least I'm not going alone. Dante, newly-mated to Josef, will be going with me.

Here, presented in one volume, are the four stories that comprise the Filthy series, a seriously hot and provocative romance by Lucia Jordan, written in her signature style of high passion and emotion. Gabriel remembered how good she’d felt in his arms when they’d been lovers. The feel of her wildly beating pulse, her scent, her warmth. He’d left his mark on her slender throat more than once. Though he smiled and made small talk, his attention remained with the woman he’d never expected to see again. Angie is now a cop, and the bad boy is back to change her life forever.

Nathaniel wakes up in a fancy bed with luxurious red sheets, being doted upon by two... interesting women. Not a bad start to his day, right? Except that this isn't where he went to bed last night, and these chicks? A ghost and a vampire, both pretty spooky—and quirky—to say the least. He comes to learn that he is the last known scion of the Van Helsing bloodline. However, his new job isn't to hunt monsters, but to save them.

My dad is in big trouble. He owes money to the most powerful man on the East Coast, and he can't pay. When I approach Mr. Connolly and try to take over the loan, he has a different idea. He's willing to wipe off the debt if I submit to him. I have to do what he commands, when he commands it. I think this over-the-top alpha male is a little obsessed with me. Good thing I love every second of it...

They call me mad, but I don’t see anything wrong with using science to create the perfect monster girl. They call me insane, but I just want to live my life with a harem of beautiful cat-girls, bear-girls, fox-girls, snake-girls, and...well, pretty much any type of monster girl. They call me a megalomaniac, but why wouldn’t any red blooded man want to make cute babies with all these beautiful monster girls? They call me evil, but they just don’t realize that I’d destroy anyone who tries to harm my monster girls.

Growing up, I had nothing but my good grades and them: the Vanguard brothers. They are the golden boys of our school, destined to be the alphas of our pack. They’re possessive, scaring away everyone else who might get close to me—until the night of their first shift. I’d been told over and over I could never be their mate, but the boy’s wolves had other ideas…. So, I’m whisked away, told to forget them—and I do, right up until they walk in through my door, telling me all the things I’d secretly dreamed of.