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I used to be a mafia prince. Now I'm marked as prey. Someone is systematically eliminating my Family bloodline, and I'm the last heir standing. No money. No allies. No way out…except one. An underground auction where the wealthy and the wicked bid on desperate, untouched men like me. I expect to be sold to a stranger. Used and discarded. Instead, I'm bought by a man with a two-decades-long vendetta against my dead father. A beast who drops ten million dollars to own me, then drags me home to a prison he built just for me.

The city of Taormina calls to me—but Constantine possesses me, body and soul. Not just because of those chiseled abs and glorious tattoos my photographer’s eye can’t help but admire. Or the man’s utter devotion to his dog. But because he always stands up for me. He saved my life once. And he’d do it again. His ruthless brand of justice inspires terror on the streets of Rome. But in his arms, I shiver for a different reason. So when he asks me to move in after just six weeks, I’m ecstatic. And conflicted.

The generals that once served Emperor Tallu now pursue us across the continent. We have one chance to save our lives, one hope at a future that we both so desperately want. With new allies and old nemeses, we have to risk our lives to create a world for our love.

When an emergency warning goes out for an impending snowstorm, I do what I've always done as a forest ranger: I make sure the trails are clear and secured, and any winter hikers are evacuated and safe. But when I happen upon a young man, stranded, soaked from the cold rain, hurt and terrified, taking care of him is instinct, my cabin the only thing keeping us shielded from the violent storm for days on end. He's running from something, and he needs me. But what he doesn't know is that I need him even more. That I wish he'd stay.

We spent weeks planning this trip to Sicily together. And I was damn sure going to enjoy it, even if my lying, cheating boyfriend just abandoned me. I push aside self-pity to venture out and take photographs. Later, I lock eyes with a stranger at a bar. This tattooed god, Constantine, is way out of my league, but to my surprise, he’s all in—every inch. And up in his hotel suite, he claims me for his own. Over and over again.

Eric Baldwin is so ready to marry the woman of his dreams. Everything is perfect, and the big day is almost here. Then he gets a text from the last person he thought he'd hear from—the man with whom he and his fiancée shared a scorching hot night a year ago. Turns out… that's not the only night the guy has spent with Eric's fiancée.

With my father indisposed, I become Queen of the Southern Isles—and it's the heaviest responsibility of my life. I know the Barbarians will come for the kingdom, and I have to prepare for war. But I don't have to do it alone . . . because Wrath is with me. My advisor and my protector, he helps me secure the aid of my allies, and helps me remember my strength. And when I become lost in despair, he tells me I can do this. That I'm the only one who can do this.

They think I’m half angel and half human. They think I have no magic. They think that because I grew up in the human world, I’m clueless about what to expect at Seraphim Academy. They’re wrong. I’m not half human. I’m half demon. And this little succubus has come to play. My brother vanished from Seraphim Academy without a trace, and I’ll do whatever it takes to find him, including infiltrating the school myself. Even if it means going up against my brother’s best friends. They may be angel royalty, but if they think they can intimidate me into leaving, they’re wrong.

Life is normal… suspiciously normal. During my long, lonely years as a hitman, I never realized that one day, I would have a family to call my own. Now, instead of stalking my targets and taking down people with a flick of my wrist, my specialties lie in things like planning sleepovers (why does Waylon look terrified?), The Fence hour (those are screams of joy), and involving others to help our child succeed (no, of course I didn’t abduct anyone).

What started over a century ago has come to fruition, and somehow, two lives from opposite sides of the same conflict discover they’re fated for each other. Did the fates get it right? Everett Fabré was thrust into a life not of his own choosing when his entire family and the majority of his pack were killed during a tragical attack on their ship during the Civil War. One of only a few survivors, he and the others set out to continue on his pack’s mission: help those in need.

Fate knows what they’re doing, right? Cornelius is almost three hundred and is tired of being alone. When help is needed at a wolf pack out west, he’s quick to go—hopeful he will find his One there. Matthew is in awe about being in the human realm. Things are so very different than the fae realm he’s from. He was sent to Timber Valley, being told his mate was there, and he’s excited to meet his own sexy shifter. Only his mate isn’t a shifter… Warlocks and Fae don’t mate with each other. They have an ongoing feud that dates back well over a millennium; to the original warlock and fae.

Two vampires. Fated to be together. Will the Paranormal Council bring them together or get in the way of their bond? Garic Romano jumped at the chance to join the Paranormal Council. They needed enforcers, and he was ready for a change. He loves his family, but he’s always been closest to his older brother, and when that led to Montana, Garic was ready to jump in with both feet. Little did he know, his life was about to change in ways he wasn’t expecting. Luc Dupont has spent decades doing what he could to right the wrongs his birth coven has inflicted on others.

Even broken warlocks have a One, right? Balthazar knows he shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting what his friend has: a One and child. He adores their little boy and is happy to be an honorary uncle, but he wants his own. Amherst Coven has been blessed with fated mates recently, and Balthazar yearns to be the next to find his match. Grant is a warlock without powers, and he was okay with that. He’d come to terms with being broken decades ago. That didn’t mean he wanted to move to a coven after spending his entire life living amongst humans. But to make his mother happy, he’d do just that.

I drowned to death. I held my breath as long as I could, but then my lungs sucked in water hoping it was air, and it was a painful and brutal ending, an internal drowning, my heart beating so hard desperate for oxygen...until it just stopped. I could never forget it…even if I wanted to. Bastien assumes our relationship is over. That I'll run for the hills and wash my hands clean of the most dangerous man in Paris. But I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. I ran before, but not anymore. I can tell it means the world to him.

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough for him, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I’m at work one night when he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us.

Trapped in the light court's prison, Doyle will never know the meaning of love. When luck summons him to the human realm to "take care of" Parker, he grasps at the possibility to finally escape. This isn't the first attempt on Parker's life, but it's the most creative. His ex tried to summon a demon and landed a fae prince instead. Too bad the prince is trapped in a glass cage for eternity.

He’s the created warlock, but can he also be mate to a powerful tiger? Edison isn’t your typical warlock. No, he is the warlock. Created by the goddess, he spent centuries doing what she asked, helping humans and paranormals alike. It isn’t until his third century that he would be given his greatest mission—that of mate and helping others to realize their full potential. Wallace spent years barely surviving in his tiger form after his family was brutally murdered. He long ago gave up on his family finding him, realizing they were no longer on the earth with him.

One would think that being over two hundred years old would at least give me some skill at wooing the man of my dreams, though oddly, I seem to be fumbling around more than wooing. But that’s alright, I will fumble my way right into Cyrus’s life if he lets me. After a rocky start, Cyrus is finally starting to open up to me as he realizes that vampires might not be all bad.

It was a desperate plan. But Mary Grace Winters knew the only way to save herself and her child from her abusive cop husband was to stage their own deaths. Now all that remains of their former life is at the bottom of a lake. Armed with a new identity in a new town, she and her son have found refuge hundreds of miles away. As Caroline Stewart, she has almost forgotten the nightmare she left behind nine years ago.

When you’re the created vampire, and discover your fated mate is a dominant dragon alpha, what could go wrong? Master Ambrosius was created over a millennium ago and had come to terms with spending his life alone. He has his coven, his second, and a few close friends, but he continues to be haunted by the memory of his fated mate running from him in terror. That is, until the goddess sends him to Montana, and he discovers his body reacting to a sexy alpha with wide shoulders and dark eyes. Surely there’s some mistake though, right?