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Last year, I only wanted three things out of life: a good time, a date with Wonder Woman, and a shot at playing and singing in the same Superbowl. This year, I can’t bring myself to care. Until Blue. The quiet girl with the rainbow hair refuses to let me suffer alone, and I’m starting to think losing everything is worth finding her.

Steven Drokharis has done well to survive on Battle World, a planet designed to murder him and everyone he loves. In order to defeat the Zothoric, he needs both an ancient artifact and an army of allies on a distant world. With the help of the mysterious Shadow Archer, he'll find himself on a quest that strains the limits of his imagination. It certainly isn’t going to be easy on Chastity and Prudence Wayne—the Texas machine-gun twins never signed on to search for lost elves. Good thing Mouse is there to provide the sarcasm and Uchiko the arrows.

My life is a hot mess. Literally, if you’re talking about the small, insignificant fire in my dorm. TU is my opportunity to start over, but I can’t seem to break old habits—especially ones involving Noah Olsen. One of my brother’s best friends, and the only guy to turn me down. I don’t give second chances, but when he comes to my rescue again and again, I start to wonder if he’s what I’m missing in my life—until one little mistake could cost me my future.

I saw the bright lights of the UFO and then it took me. I was kept in a cage, then I sold. My story is like many other humans adrift in the galaxy. If only people on Earth knew…But it’s too terrible, no one would believe us. When the Imperials descend from the stars, they don’t come to conquer—they come to collect. In this emotionally charged series, humans find themselves entangled with an advanced alien empire and kept as “pets” by grey-skinned humanoids that both adore and exploit them.

First, I was broke down alongside an icy road in the middle of nowhere, divorced, and homeless with two small children. Then, four gorgeous men took me and my kids in. They gave me an incredible job, an over-the-top mansion, and...a baby.

Dragged from her bed at gunpoint, tattooed and tracked like livestock, she becomes just another number: Volunteer 4711. Shipped across the stars with hundreds of other human women, she's thrown into a cruel existence on an alien farm where survival means silence, submission, and sacrificing what little dignity remains. When fate places a high-ranking alien male's life in her hands, she saves him, not knowing this single act will pull her into the complex power structures of galactic politics.

My car broke down on an icy road in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got no money in the bank, no place to stay, and no food for my kids. Can it get any worse? Sure. A police car pulls up. The county sheriff calls his twin brother to tow my car for repairs that'll probably cost more than the beater is worth. They say don’t worry about it. They only want to help.

When two dragon shifters decided I was their mate, they didn't ask. They just chased me down, tore my panties off, and spanked my bare ass until I was ready to come like a good girl for them.

My car broke down on an icy road in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got no money in the bank, no place to stay, and no food for my kids. Can it get any worse? Sure. A police car pulls up. The county sheriff calls his twin brother to tow my car for repairs that'll probably cost more than the beater is worth. They say don’t worry about it. They only want to help. Sure they do. These gorgeous guys just happen to have two friends who own a luxurious motel called Little Cypress Lodge.

From homeless single mom broke down on the side of an icy road...to living in a mansion with four gorgeous men. Not only have the Blakely Four Brothers taken me and my kids in, but they've also given me a dream-come-true job as an exclusive model for their new fashion line. I have a magnificent roof over my head. My kids are happy, fed, and safe. I have four incredible men in my bed. Plus a fantastic, glamorous new job making more money than I ever dreamed possible.But we messed up, and this beautiful dream may come crashing down.

I woke up with fangs, a thirst for blood, and no memories of my past. To add to my confusion, the Grim Reaper is inexplicably hell-bent on ending me. Who would've thought that the God of the Dead would wear designer suits and ooze power and danger like a mob boss straight from the underworld?

The moment we felt the mate bond, Kaci had only one choice to make: surrender to instinct and bear our pups like a good girl or force us to chase her down, belt her ass, and breed her hard. She chose hard, and she got it. Over and over again. But the truth is she was ours long before we marked her.

I’ve never met someone so determined to piss me off. Soren Brehm thinks he’s my personal hero because he has something I need, but he can’t solve all my problems with a wicked smile and a spacious second bedroom. Not until I get past his football star façade and realize he sees me, really sees me. I don’t need saving—but maybe I need him.

Night after night, I meet Death. He turns me inside out and makes me feel things I never knew possible. Day by day, his patience thins as I deprive the god of death the one thing he wants more than anything. My heart. But with my kind of childhood, one doesn’t just go dropping the L word unless it’s to a triple chocolate buttercream cupcake. I’m an acts of service kind of vampire, so I’m showing I care by tracking down the only blade forged that can kill him. Because if Grim dies, the whole world will go to hell. And facing an eternity without him would kill me.

I'm bound to Grim by blood now, making me his vampire slave for all eternity. But he'll find out there is only one will I abide by. Mine. Now the rest of the immortals know I exist, and they want a look at the only living vampire. Except half the immortals want to possess me as their own vampire slave, while the other half want to kill me outright. Grim swears he won’t let anyone harm me, but he's been absorbing tainted, dark souls to the breaking point. How can he protect anyone when his power is compromised?

My life sucks. More accurately, I suck- blood. I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue two weeks ago, with no memories and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends. Now, I’m hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me.

It started as a joke. A late-night video said, “If you want to be abducted by aliens, leave a comment." I did. Now I’m naked, caged, and staring into the glossy black eyes of something that doesn’t believe in safe words or human rights. Apparently, I’m being sold. Not as a citizen. Not as a person. As a pet.

If there's something wrong with your tentacle monster, who are you going to call? Dale Clearwater: Monster Whisperer. With her own ship and a menagerie of tentacle monsters, she travels from world to world, rehabilitating monsters and training the people who love them. From the amorphous, fluid Kritzoan to the stonelike Nalcheka, Dale embraces the monsters and records her encounters for a reality show that broadcasts to countless worlds.

I’m supposed to be leading my team to the championship, but my new receiver is messing with my head. Riley is talented, smart, and everything I want. Even if I could convince her to give me a chance, the university has a strict no fraternization rule. She’s off limits – as long as she’s on the team…

Hiding isn’t what I’d call living. For the last four years, I’ve felt trapped between the life I want to live and the one I should’ve lived. My past has broken me, creating a shell of the woman I once was. Until Jackson. My fated mate who’s willing to save me from the truth that can destroy this town. Despite every belief, I hold of never being loved again. I can’t deny the natural pull that binds me to him. Giving him the power of destruction over my heart will be something I’ll never recover from.