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Corina knows who's behind what happened to me, and she may think hiding will keep her safe, but after everything that's happened, nothing can keep her safe from me and the Sick Boys. She's a pawn in all of this, but I'll get that information even if it means I have to cut it out of her - piece by f--king piece. This little charade is about to end. They thought they could drag me down into the dirt and grind my soul into the dust. What they failed to realize is that there's nothing left of my soul and I don't mind getting a little dirty if it means getting my revenge.

Louise Matthews has got it good. Wonderful job? Check. Loving family? The best. Roommates? Pretty fantastic, thank you. All of this helps her stay focused on what she wants: to finish out her apprenticeship and become a fully licensed Switch-an animal mage who bonds familiars to their witches. Only a problem has just moved in-a hot, occasionally wolf-shaped problem. Declan Mackenzie doesn't want to be a lone wolf, but he doesn't have a choice. Girlfriend? Gone. Sister? Starting a new life. Parents? In prison where they belong, thankfully.

Enki Zakanin just wants peace and quiet. He's completed his mission, and on the journey back to the Kordolian Fleet Station, he'd prefer to be left alone so he can manage the literal demon inside his head. Alone. So when a strange distress call breaks the silence, his first instinct is to ignore the signal. Why would anyone be foolish enough to broadcast an open signal in the Ninth? My name is Layla dela Cruz. I need your help. A human? What in Kaiin's Hells is she doing this far into Sector Nine? Now, somehow, he has to go and get her. After all, he's given her his word.

Of all the Verran brothers, Tiernan is the least suited to wear the Night Court crown. The Rebel Prince is happy with no responsibilities or accountability—just the freedom to pursue his own dark, lush pleasures in Sin City. Including his secret hunger for a certain smart-mouthed, fiery redhead. Only, the possibility of having Fiona is stripped away when Tiernan is thrust into the one role he never wanted: king. As king of the Dark Fae, wanting—let alone pursuing—anything with a lower-caste fae like Fiona would shift from fun…to forbidden.

To the rest of the world, I'm broken. Unfixable. But when he looks at me, I know what he sees. A woman, not a doll. A fighter, not a victim. A survivor. Maybe, he sees underneath that. Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be—a predator. They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence. Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me. Vengeance. This woman hasn't just been scorned... the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.

Everything I thought I knew has been a lie. Bishop, Wells, Ronan, and Abel no longer believe the worst about me, and my nights are filled with love from each of them. But my heart is broken in four pieces and I don’t even think they can put it back together. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder, unsure of where to turn or who to believe. All I know is that I’ve never felt more alone.

How do you find your soul mate if you’re born without a soul? Deva Rainsong was born with dragon fire in her veins, an ursa’s generous heart, a turul’s skill with song, and the carnal appetites of a nymph. What she wasn’t born with was a soul. It’s all she ever wanted, but the one thing she can never have. When Fate was handing out those precious things, it must have overlooked her, and a soul is required to unlock the dormant elemental powers within her. Not to mention the only thing that will ever give her a chance of finding the thing she truly desires: a soul mate.

With a baseball scholarship to Easton University and awesome family and friends, my life is pretty golden. Except, things have never come together for me in the romance department. Until Kellan Crawford walks onto the field as the team's newest bat boy. Bells and whistles go off in my body, and just like that, I'm totally crushing on a guy for the first time in my life. Too bad he's the coach's son and officially off-limits.

You’re cordially invited to the wedding of Maximoff Hale & Farrow Keene, and according to Celebrity Crush - the ceremony for this American prince and his tattooed bodyguard is going to be the event of the century. There will be no wedding crashers. There will be no drama. There will be no fighting. Everything will be perfect. Nothing will go amiss during the happiest, most anticipated occasion of the year. But then again... They don't call it the Hale Curse for nothing.

Marshall Lloyd is about to be very not fine. Not only is his high school crush back in his life, but he’s matured into a gruff, brooding, drop-dead gorgeous specimen of a man who makes Marshall’s wet dreams seem about as exciting as drying paint. The only problem? Fox Fraser, the individual in question, is straight. Super straight. The kind of straight that would make a ruler jealous.

Two years ago, I retired from the army and started my life as a civilian. I have a job I love, friends who are my family, and more secrets than I can count. I might not be a soldier anymore, but I can’t seem to let the past go. It haunts me, and has made it impossible for me to truly be who I am. Then Shane is hired by my company and we're teamed up to work on a project. He’s young, handsome, and he has a knack for making me forget who I’m supposed to be.

The Foxes are a fractured mess, but their latest disaster might be the miracle they've always needed to come together as a team. The one person standing in their way is Andrew, and the only one who can break through his personal barriers is Neil. Except Andrew doesn't give up anything for free, and Neil is terrible at trusting anyone but himself. The two don't have much time to come to terms with their situation before outside forces start tearing them apart. Riko is intent on destroying Neil's fragile new life, and the Foxes have just become collateral damage.

All I knew about life was anger and violence. Pain and suffering. Kill or be killed. I was a “fixer” for the Ruin - a syndicate for the Bratva, Cosa Nostra, Cartel, and any other organized crime faction that dealt in the darker, crueler aspects of humanity. I was a free agent who was called upon to do things weaker men didn’t have the stomach for. And when you surround yourself with death for long enough, soon you don’t remember what it felt like to be alive. And then I saw her.

My life is as predictable as it comes: I go to work at my security job, I hang out with my friends, and I spend my free time alone. I don’t want or need anyone or anything else. Then I’m assigned a night contract with Jordan, who’s my complete opposite, and my world is flipped upside down. Jordan is friendly, outgoing, and nothing like the men I’m usually attracted to. He’s also big, confident, and can turn me to putty with just his words.

I never wished on falling stars or simply dreamed of making it into the major leagues. I did the work. I made it happen. I never expected my last night out with my minor league crew would end up with us stepping in for a no-show stripper at a bachelorette party in the VIP section of Kingston's. I sure as hell didn't expect that the hottie with the pink sash and gold lettering spelling out "Bride to Be" would have me calling dibs on a woman for the first time in my life. Spoiler alert: She had no ring, she was no bride, and I knew that going...in.

Life was great. I loved my bachelor life and working my dream job with the Colorado Springs SWAT team. That all changed the day I stepped into her bakery. Her smile swept me off my feet, and her panna cotta was heaven. Cue my very traditional Greek family. Then all hell broke loose.

My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future. She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates. To me, she's the saint. But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners. We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.

When introverted doctor Ben Hardy's high-maintenance girlfriend wants to introduce a little more kink into their love life, he doesn't expect it to come in the form of the hunky new EMT who just moved to Blackwood. Ben's not gay, but damn! He can definitely see why all the women turn to mush when he's around: tall, blue eyes, body of an underwear model. The prospect of being naked in the same room with him is horrifying. So why the hell is he considering it?

One bed. Two stranded strangers. Three wildly passionate nights. A thousand secrets between them. After an unplanned, sizzling weekend together, what happens when Cooper Spade and Rowan Cole return home and realize they spent seventy-two unforgettable hours with the enemy…and loved every second?

The arrangement was perfect. I make my donation, she gets her baby, we go back to being friends. No strings. No messy heartbreak. Except everything changes when we decide it’ll be a lot more fun to make a direct deposit and do things the old fashioned way. That spark between us? Now it’s a blazing fire I have no desire to extinguish. Our baby proposition just got a lot more complicated.