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Marcus was never a hero... and he never wanted to be. He never wanted a lot of things. He didn't want to go to school for a pointless degree. He didn't want to be an office drone, working nine-to-five to barely make ends meet. Most importantly, he didn't want to play by other people's rules. He wanted to do things his way and live life on his terms. Some people might have called him a criminal, but he called it freedom. Too bad it got him killed. When everything changed, death didn't take like it used to.

Have you ever had a bad day? Sergeant Paul Mitchell had. It was the kind of bad day where nothing went right, everything that could go wrong went wrong, and everyone died. He knew that was always a possibility in the marines, but it really sucked when it happened to you: it wasn't your fault, and you still took the fall for everything. With his career dead and buried, he's forced to make it as a freelancer; a jack of all trades but a master of none. Just when he thought life couldn't get any worse a couple of stupid kids proved him wrong...again.

Rhett Allen is the thirdborn son of a minor lord trying to figure out his life after university. When a sudden family catastrophe throws his plans into chaos, he must make a decision. Should he do what people expect him to do or chart his own course? With all the gold to his name, he sets off into a chaotic world of dangerous creatures, even more dangerous humans, and other situations that no thirdborn should face alone. Thankfully, he meets a few good women along the way.

A normal, if not rebellious, human, Cameron Dupree has spent the last three years finding his way through a school of the rich and powerful...literally. He's surrounded by the supernatural cream of the crop: children of alpha werewolves, banshees with ties to the United Nations, a faerie princess from another realm of reality, and a teenage succubus who might be the scariest, and sexiest, of them all. Everything is going as great as can be for a vanilla human...until one misstep lands him in trouble with a noble of the Unseelie Fae.

Kirk Jensen is living the dream. He was offered his dream job, slapped handcuffs on his nemesis, and is going to get the murder charges hanging over June's head dismissed. Who knows, maybe there will be a wedding in the near future. Everyone who's tried to destabilize the peace on Kodiak Island is going behind bars for a very long time. Now, Kirk has a choice to make. Does he take the job he's always wanted since he was a kid, uproot his growing pack, and move across the country? Or, does he continue to be the best small-town cop Alaska has ever seen?

Kirk Jensen always chased his dreams. He even left home and chased them across the country. He expected that hard work, training, and determination would make his dreams a reality. Afterall, people always say that if you work hard, you can achieve your goals. He did not expect to be a short order cook working long shifts for minimum wage. He certainly didn't expect to take the garbage out one night and find himself confronted by a thousand pounds of fury armed with fangs and claws. He did not expect to survive.

All is not well in Arch City. Grave has won the respect of the therians, but at what cost? His people have been attacked, so it's time to do what a supervillain does best... get revenge. But even if he squashes the rival gang like a bug, other, more powerful foes are circling. Ranger is still hunting him, but he has a plan for the world's strongest man, while other threats south of the border have noticed the new player in town. To face them, he needs to master his magic and marshal his resources. Speaking of resources, there is a problem with the money. A problem he has to fix personally.

Kirk Jensen is living the dream. He was offered his dream job, slapped handcuffs on his nemesis, and is going to get the murder charges hanging over June's head dismissed. Who knows, maybe there will be a wedding in the near future. Everyone who's tried to destabilize the peace on Kodiak Island is going behind bars for a very long time. Now, Kirk has a choice to make. Does he take the job he's always wanted since he was a kid, uproot his growing pack, and move across the country? Or, does he continue to be the best small-town cop Alaska has ever seen?

Paul Mitchell wasn't sure how things could get any worse. Sure, he'd been booted from the Marine Corps and was forced to work as a freelancer because he couldn't hold down a regular job. He'd signed on with a mysterious crew of women, sailed across the void, and met interesting aliens and new people who tried to kill him. Against all odds, he'd somehow found himself stuck between a criminal psycho, Naval Intelligence, and a drop-dead gorgeous skipper who actually liked him. He'd even pulled a regular Prince Charming and saved a damsel in distress.

War changes a man. Rhett Allen, a thirdborn from the New World, learned that the hard way. He went to the Old World with two simple jobs: protect his sister, and build his guild. Now, he’s found himself on the losing side of a battle, and on the precipice of a war that could engulf an entire empire. To make matters worse, the only way he survived was by making a deal with the prince who started the whole thing. Add in a goddess of death and chaos, and Rhett has found himself making life or death decisions usually reserved for much more powerful firstborns.

Io is off to fight the Allfather, and that means Cam is in charge. He'll be the first to admit that isn't the old Titan's best idea, but there isn't any time for second-guessing. Io might be the Father of Dragons and Creator of the Mortal Realm, but he made it clear when he left Caesars Palace that he would lose that fight. That means Cam is the last line of defense between the Aesir and everything he cares about.

He wasn't the slightly fat, fast-food-slinging new guy anymore. His whole existence changed that night he was attacked by a bear and joined the ranks of Kodiak Island's shifter community. He even managed to land his dream job on the island's police force. But Kirk is so much more than just another werewolf shifter. He's an alpha bear, the most powerful shifter on the island, and wanted by both of the dueling packs as an ally to settle their centuries-long feud.

This ain't no spaghetti Western. Cam and company are running for their lives with a UN superteam hot on their heels...not to mention one very pissed-off fae. With Lilith injured, and the UN closing in, there is only one person that can save them: Lilith's mom. Not only does Cam need to figure out how to impress a millennia-old succubus, but he's also got to figure out what to get the women in his life for Christmas. His problems are only going to get worse from there.

Cameron Dupree thought he had it all. His succubus girlfriend was out of jail, he was finally pulling in some serious money working for the Venetian Cabal, and he'd demonstrated his true power by completely dominating a Nosferatu of the rival Tikal Cabal. The poor, scared human who'd walked on tiptoes around the supernaturals of St. Vincent's Preparatory Academy was long gone. What could go wrong? As it turned out...a lot. No sooner had Lilith returned home than Maeve, the Queen of the Fae herself, called a Confluence of supernatural representatives from all the realms.

To the victor go the spoils. Winners rule, and losers drool. Those are the rules. That's how it's supposed to be. That's what Cam expected when he survived the Fae Confluence, won all three trials, and ended up the Lord of Winter. At the very least, he expected a high five and a pat on the back for a job well done. Instead, when he returned to the mortal realm, he was met with trigger-happy UN agents, a spoiled dragon, and a queen succubus who was ready to do anything to take him down.

All along the frontline, the forces of Penn have faltered and been pushed back. Only Rhett Allen in the small hamlet of South Boston stood his ground. Even better, he won. With the Georgian vanguard defeated and the heir to the Georgian throne in his custody, he's offered hope to a nation mired in defeat. But standing his ground won't be enough to win this war. To make use of the new prisoner, he must get her to Philadelphia where the King and his court can leverage her capture to shift the tides of battle in their favor.

After technically being dead for twenty-six years, Marcus might be an old dog with some old-school ideas, but he's got some new tricks up his sleeve. Now that he's learned all about the modern world and his new abilities, he's ready to make his move. Thanks to the women he lured to the dark side, he's going to start things off with a bang. That's why he's going to rob a bank. He's ready to put Arch City on notice. There is a new player in town and it's time he got the respect he deserved.

It all comes down to this. Judgment Day. The Apocalypse. Whatever you want to call it. The Allfather has come knocking, and it's up to Cam and his allies to defeat the Aesir. Cam, his family, and even his old foes must push themselves beyond what they thought was possible, pull out all their tricks, and rely on each other to defeat the greatest threat in all the realms. If they win, they can live happily ever after. If they lose, well... none of them will be alive to see the eternity of misery that follows, but it's gonna suck for everyone else.

With Pack defeated, Marcus is now King of the Therians, but he quickly learns there is a difference between sitting on the throne of your defeated foe and running a kingdom. Before Pack's body is cold, he faces resistance from the Chosen and needs to find those he can trust among the conquered masses. Balancing expectations while charting a new path for all Therians is more difficult than he expected.

After getting drop kicked back to the mortal realm with the help of his godly half-brother, Cam has landed south of the border: a.k.a. enemy territory. Thankfully, he's not alone. With the help of a couple of coeds, Cam has to figure out a way to get back to Lilith, Danni, and the rest of the Venetian Cabal. Preferably, with his head still attached to his shoulders. Too bad the enemy already has his scent, and let's just say, they have a taste for blood.