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“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.

Had she crashed into any other man's car, she could have walked away—but she hit mine. Upon seeing the bruises on her wrist, I struggled to contain my rage. Despite her objections, I refused to allow her to leave. Whoever hurt this innocent beauty would pay dearly. As a Russian Mafia crime boss who owns Chicago's most elite gambling club, I have very creative and painful methods of exacting revenge.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

I can't escape my past. West wants to be my future. When West, a former SEAL and my online gaming buddy, begged me to meet him IRL (in real life), one word, one touch, one look sent me fleeing like a coward. Back to my keyboard, online gaming, and the deadline that could make or break my whole programming career. Back where I'm safe. Problem is, West followed.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

Lorelai Jones had it all: a thriving country music career and a superstar fiancé. Then she played one teenie tiny protest song at a concert and ruined her entire future, including her impending celebrity marriage. But five years later, she refuses to be done with her dreams and calls up the one person who stuck by her, her dear friend and her former fiancé’s co-writer and bandmate, Craig.

Everything changed overnight. Truth became my enemy, and the sting of betrayal dragged me into a web of lies. I’m damned if I fight to live and damned if I die. The dark secrets I remember might tear my marriage apart. Love is a myth we shouldn’t have explored. My husband was always my enemy. Love just made me forget and blinded me. The cruel hand of death is the only answer when doom takes over. I don’t know if I’ll survive. Or if death will bury me along with the sins of my father.

Layla is my crown, my purpose, the sheer essence of life. She’s the key. The key to unlocking the darkness in my soul. There is no reform. No restitution. Only retaliation and fear. I’ll decorate my throne with the broken wings of my enemies. Their blood will run like a river, a red carpet at my feet. The games have just begun. The players have been cast. And in this world of darkness and sin, all will bow to their king.

Monsters don't hide in the dark. When I met Damian Di Santo in a dark corridor of my family home I knew he was a monster. I was a scared girl. He was already a man. That was when his twisted countdown began. Marked by dead roses and sharp thorns, eight years passed each bringing me closer to becoming his. Until the eve of my eighteenth birthday. That was the night he returned to claim me.

Lucas: I was obsessed from the beginning. And once I have an obsession. It's best you don't get in my way. Chanel: I tried to stay away. He was the one who was whispered about on the streets. The viper that, once he had a taste, would hunt you down and collect you. And Lucas liked to collect things. One of those things was me.

So, I have a third mate. No big deal. Except Auric punched my royal—descended from gods—betrothed right in the face. Novak has murder in his eyes, more so than usual. And my body is screaming at me to take all three males and teach them who’s in charge here. Because I believe the truth now. I’m a Noir royal descended from the gods themselves and destined to fix the history my fake-father forged: the one where black-winged angels were the result of sin and scandal instead of the truth.

I never wanted a mate. Especially not her—the notorious assassin known for killing Alphas. But as fate would have it, she became mine. Fortunately, we have an agreement. One where I rarely have to see her, and she pretends I don't exist. Everything's fine—Until she's kidnapped by a sadistic Vampire Alpha hellbent on turning her into his own personal Omega blood bag. Now, I'm the only one who can hear her screams.

I married, and I did all the things asked of me. Then she ran away. That was the end of it, or so I thought. Until I found her again. This time, should I let her get away so easily?

Blood. Death. War. A dynasty destroyed, leaving me as the ultimate prize. I'm an unmated Omega Wolf, a princess destined to rule. But the remaining Alpha Princes all want to claim me, their brutal methods terrifying and cruel. I’ve spent the last century running and hiding in places where no one would think to look. Only he found me: Prince Kieran, the most powerful shifter of them all. Our game of hide and seek has come to an end. It’s time for me to submit...or to die fighting.

Trapped in a world of sin and sexy alpha angels. Forever defined by my black wings. My father, King of the Nora, sent me to Noir Reformatory to atone for crimes I didn't commit. So, what's a girl to do? Escape, obviously. Except I need allies to accomplish that feat, and no one wants anything to do with King Sefid's daughter. If anything, my claim to the throne has only made running that much harder, and worse, I'm stuck with two hot angels standing in my way.

She was to be my wife. I was to be her husband. Fate had other plans. She was falling for someone else while I was waiting for her. When you come from one of the most ruthless families in the country, you're used to getting what you want. Part of me wanted her, the other...well, let's just say, sometimes love can be reckless.

Three means war. Three sides vying for forever. Cole. My first love. The bad boy with the dangerous smile and passionate temper draws attention like a lit fuse on dynamite. But his dark molten eyes spark only for me. Trace. My second chance. Over six feet of Norse god in a tailored suit, he calculates every move and seizes my hungry breaths with an iron fist. Me. The free-spirited dancer, torn between two men with no resolution in sight. I tried leaving, staying, refusing, and surrendering. What options do I have left?

When I was 16, a gypsy fortune-teller told me my future held darkness and death. She was right. But what she didn’t tell me was I’d lose all my memories and that I wouldn’t recognize the devil when he came to steal my life. Lucca Dyshekov - the Bratva assassin they call Merciless - rose from hell and turned my world upside down. On our wedding day, he taught me real monsters aren’t the ones who hide in the dark. They’re the ones who stare you in the face and steal your soul.

Monsters don't often look like monsters on the outside. Forced to marry a man I should hate, I'm now bound to Damian. I sometimes wonder what he sees when he looks at me. Deer in headlights, I guess. What I see is clear. Darkness. Desire. Carnal want. A man with too much experience. The day he took me he told me I belong to him. On our wedding night he proved I did. And I believe him when he says he'll keep me safe because he won't let anyone touch what's his. But I can't forget what he is. Can't forget the things he's done. And no matter what, I can't let myself fall in love with him.