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I'm trapped in a world of magic and monsters, ruled by laws I don't understand, inhabited by creatures older and far more vicious than me. If I want to get anywhere, I must tame my newfound power and find allies, but in the war-ravaged Slawa, no one trusts anyone. I must prove myself, risking my life and evading the devil, even though he seems unavoidable. When the biggest powers in Slawa find out who I am, everything changes, and I learn my lesson one more time. I shouldn't have trusted the devil. But he should have learned, too. I bite so hard when I'm cornered.

"Marry me, and I'll let your father live." Princess Caliane is convinced she'll die. Her castle's gates are torn open, her father, the king, bound and gagged on his throne, and in his throne room stands the tyrant. His skin is gray, his teeth sharp, his hands tipped with black claws. When he smiles like a predator scenting prey, her stomach roils with terror. The monster forces her to choose: her father's life for her hand in marriage.

I am broken. A piece of my soul burned away, leaving me hollow and unfeeling. I wander the caverns of Nawie, the only place that's not entirely unsafe. When I can't stand the boredom of a life with no meaning, I amuse myself watching Woland's pitiful attempts to atone. He grovels. He begs. He brings me gifts. His despair grows deeper with every shake of my head. Oh, how well he lies. Little does he know, nothing will make me trust him again. And if that broken part of my soul ever heals, I will rip it out and destroy it.

What's better than attending your ex's wedding? A camping trip in the woods, complete with bugs, critters, and sharing a tent with the hottest—and most infuriating—man alive. It's basically a full itinerary of terrible decisions…

Returning to my hometown, to normalcy, after all I've been through feels strange, to say the least. Returning to the friends and family who have all moved on with their lives while I'm still trapped with demons of my past haunting me is the worst kind of torment. I'm safe now. Lydia, the woman who stole me when I was just nine years old, is in prison. I'm free. But I don't feel free. I don't even know who I am anymore. The child I was is dead, and the man I've become is lost.

I'd been waiting my whole life to run. When I uncovered hidden papers detailing my inheritance, I knew my time had come. I packed my trunk full of plant babies, black nail polish, and determination. With my demons in the rearview mirror and my trauma for company, I made my way to Elmwood. The remote Maine mountain town is home to my future, a potential love interest, and a lot of really weird, possibly deadly secrets.

I'm not sure if I've ever believed in love at first sight. In my forty-five years on this earth, the only sort of love I've known is the unconditional, soul-healing kind I have for my twin daughters. But when I meet a sweet, flirtatious man dressed in all black with circles under his eyes even darker than his eyeliner—I'm immediately captivated.

I've lived a carefully cultivated life on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. My anonymity and meticulous routine are all by design. No one knows of the monster that lurks inside me, this insatiable urge to commit murder, that thrives just beneath my pastel sweater vests and buttoned-up demeanor. No one, that is, until my tiny menace of a neighbor comes along and ruins everything.

I'm not saying I've thoroughly enjoyed the three years I've spent in captivity on a pleasure planet, shaking my money-maker for intergalactic patrons… but, I mean, it hasn't been all bad. The jelly donuts were a perk. Granted, I didn't really know what I was signing up for when I agreed to be purchased by the sexy pink shark-man, but things seem to be looking up.

Harlow can't live with herself after the traumatic events of a fateful Halloween night two years ago. Half-broken then, she's shattered now. The only way forward is to go back to the abandoned house where it all happened and pay the ultimate price for her sins. But the house isn't empty. Three vengeful spirits lie in wait, vowing to destroy the woman who sent them to hell. Given just one night of freedom, they will bleed every second dry, taking all their rage, suffering, and hatred out on her.

What was I thinking, trading my last painting for a "lucky" necklace? Instead of good fortune, the cursed trinket saddled me with a stocky, heavily tattooed ghost named Prudence. Determined to make the most of things, I struck a bargain: I'd help him with his problem if he'd help me with mine. En route to Oregon to help him shed his spectral existence, my ghostly companion becomes something more, and causes me to make a few unexpected discoveries about myself. Now I'm craving a connection that should send me running for the hills, and time is against me.

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it's Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don't kill innocents. It's my only rule. The woman doesn't scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn't run.

As king of the ice giants, I must have heirs. But our customs do not satisfy me. I do not want a giantess who will bear me a child and then leave to be with another. I would much rather pursue a union the human way: find a partner who will share my bed, bear my children, and stay by my side. Until death do us part.

I am a researcher. I read books, conduct experiments, and live quietly on the fringes of the orc town. All I want is peace, quiet, and a female to satisfy the wild urges of my orc body so they don't distract me from my work. Getting a human wife through the Temple seems like a logical solution—until I bring her home and she starts sowing chaos. She moves my books, cuts my herbs to make bouquets, and replaces the blessed silence with laughter and song. For such a tiny person, she can be very loud. And opinionated.

Liches are almost gone, only a handful of us left. I must marry to keep my race from extinction, yet how? No living female will ever stoop so low as to marry a lich. People fear us. They say we are the harbingers of death, bad luck, rot, and decomposition. In one last bid to carry out my duty, I request a wife through the Temple. She turns out to be a neglected, sickly thing with trembling hands and downcast eyes, seeking an arranged marriage out of despair. And she's perfect.

I'm pregnant with the wolf prince's secret baby. I’m just a servant, but for one night, I sneak out to a royal ball. The instant I spot the alpha prince across the ballroom, my life changes. A connection instantly sparks to life between us. As much as I try to deny it, I know he’s my fated mate. But he deserves a royal luna. So after one night in the prince's arms, I run away without a word. I realize I’m pregnant…and he can never know. But a few years later, our daughter falls ill. And Prince Sorren is the only person I can ask for help. Our connection is still there, somehow ...

The alpha king rejected me, and chose another luna. Then I found out I was pregnant with his baby. When Alpha Case rejected me, I couldn't take the pain, so I ran far away. Since then, I’ve lived as a rogue. I’ve killed, and I’ve stared death in the face. But fate had the last word. Because now I'm pregnant. And I'm raising our pup alone, far from the mate who tossed me away. Now, I’m no longer the weak omega he discarded—I’m a queen in my own right, leading a pack that bows to no one. Now, he’s back, demanding a second chance. He says he’ll grovel, he’ll fight, he’ll ...

The night of summer solstice, I do something stupid. Drawn to the fire of magic, I approach the gods in their sacred circle. I am just a mortal, one of many. I shouldn't merit their attention. But behind the royal figures of the gods a shadow looms, menacing yellow eyes burning in its gloom. He asks me to dance. His clawed hands circle my waist, turning me to the sound of hoofbeats while his demonic voice whispers seductive lies in my ear. For one night and one night only, I let him touch me.

As a 42-year-old single father, the last thing I expected before Christmas was for my daughter to sign me up for a community matchmaking event. The Christmas Buddies program becomes a challenge I can't wait to overcome when I realize the man that has been assigned as my buddy for the holiday season is none other than Paxton Montgomery. He's massive, grumpy, incredibly gorgeous (in a lumberjack kinda way), and also—weirdly enough—the only person in town who doesn't like me.

There's an honesty in the turning of the earth, in the turning of the seasons, and I've always preferred its quiet, steadfast company over that of other people. Left alone with an inherited cottage and my beloved pup Rotho to look after, my days are largely given to tending the garden, save for periodic errands in town.