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Brody McKinnon is Whitmore University's star defenseman destined for NHL greatness. He made a name for himself playing juniors before gracing us with his esteemed presence. As much as it pains me to admit it, he’s exploded at the college level. While other girls fall all over themselves trying to gain his attention, I do my best to steer clear. For reasons I can't fathom, Brody takes great pleasure in messing with me. And I, in return, enjoy slicing him to ribbons with my razor-sharp tongue. You'd think after three years, he'd learn to keep his distance. No such luck.

Brooklyn Summers doesn't belong in the mob world, but she's all tangled up in it anyway. Sharing a daughter with one of the most notorious criminals on the East Coast isn't easy, but she's doing everything she can to protect her child and put distance between her and her ex. Maverick and Gunner make up the K-9 team for Assurance Security. After their abysmal performance trying to rescue their last target, they have a lot to make up for. When they're assigned to watch Brooklyn and help get her and her daughter out of New York safely, sparks fly.

Annika Knowles knows better than to get involved with powerful men. She nearly became collateral damage in a war once before, but she ran, making a new life for herself in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. The High Roller Club offers someone with her skill set the chance to make her own way, and she's mostly managed to keep her head down. Well, if you don't count how she keeps falling into bed with one of the club's security specialists. Or how she accidentally caught the eye of one of the most dangerous men in Vegas.

Everyone knows that Halloween is the one night of the year when monsters, ghouls, and nightmarish creatures of all types can walk freely among us. Caution is needed. But for Evie, caution is the last thing on her mind when she follows a masked stranger into the woods after he saves her from a gruesome fate.

I know what they call this place: Club Heat. Behind the bar is the only place a beta like me belongs at Ardor, the exclusive club where powerful alpha packs come to meet, mingle, and mate with the omegas who crave them. There's only one man I've ever wanted like that: Conall, my first love, my teenage crush, my best friend… until he presented as an alpha and left me behind.

Chase Dawson is back in Autre for Christmas, and when he runs into brainy, beautiful alligator conservationist Bailey Wilcox again, he’s determined to make good use of the mistletoe.

Theo Merchant was born into a kind of privilege I’ve never known. He has everything I don’t: Money. A private school education. Popularity. A bright and shiny future, full of success to look forward to. He took the only thing I had going for me—my best friend, Rachel. Now that she’s gone, I have nothing left to lose. I will infiltrate his world. I will cradle his worthless heart in my hands. I will burn down his entire life and destroy everything he holds dear. I haven’t enrolled at Toussaint Academy to learn.

Within this book you'll find three standalone books: Christmas Mates, Fractured Mates, and Shattered Mates. They are the final stories written within the Mystics and Mayhem universe and the perfect ending to this intriguing world.

Being my best friend's maid of honor meant I had to promise myself I would stay away from her hot older brother. Let's just say I'm exceptionally good at breaking promises... not once, but thrice. Wynn Beauchamp twirled me in his arms, and I saw stars. He had been the subject of all my teenage fantasies. And it wasn't just because he was a rockstar. Wynn had a way of making me feel like I belonged to him. But he wasn't the only one... His irresistible bandmates had me falling for them just as hard.

I saw him in a cloud of smoke, like sin made flesh. Even bruised and battered, I’d never seen anything more beautiful.... Unless I hate myself, I should stay far away from Nero. He’s a heartbreaker. A mess-maker. A walking disaster. Here’s the problem: I’m in deep trouble with a dirty cop. The only person who can save me is Nero. We’re not friends. If he saw me drowning, he’d throw me. But he’s the only chance I’ve got.

In this thrilling installment of Lauren Tarshis' New York Times best-selling I Survived series, one child finds safety only to head back into the treacherous waters to make sure his neighbors are safe.

Colby McNichols, otherwise known as the baby-faced assassin, is the left wing for the Western Wildcats hockey team. All he has to do is sign his name on the dotted line and he’ll play for the pros after his senior season. What I’ve heard from the girls on campus, who aren’t shy about spilling the tea, is that he’s totally earned his reputation. For reasons I can’t fathom, Colby has decided to insert himself in my life. Everywhere I go, there he is. Which makes holding him at a distance nearly impossible. He might be smoking hot but there’s zero point in starting something with this guy.

Lily knows exactly what she wants in life. To graduate, land a high-paying job, and forge her own way. Nothing will distract her. Until the ultimate playboy, billionaire Sebastian Dubree, barges in. Not to be overlooked, Lily’s longtime crush, Jackson, decides she’s worth the fight. Reluctant to succumb to either, she quickly becomes a challenge to conquer. Lily must decide between the familiarity of her childhood longing or the newly discovered passion ignited by the dominant CEO. But can she surrender without losing herself in the process, or will someone take matters into his own hands?

I thought I had my life all figured out. But after a college football accident leaves me deaf, I was learning how to live all over again. I expected the anger, the frustration, and the struggle to readjust, but what I didn't expect to happen amongst the chaos, was to fall in love. Especially not with two men.

Hart is a marshal, tasked with patrolling the strange and magical wilds of Tanria. It’s an unforgiving job, and Hart’s got nothing but time to ponder his loneliness. Mercy never has a moment to herself. She’s been single-handedly keeping Birdsall & Son Undertakers afloat in defiance of sullen jerks like Hart, who seems to have a gift for showing up right when her patience is thinnest. After yet another exasperating run-in with Mercy, Hart finds himself penning a letter addressed simply to “A Friend”.

Trapped in nightmares from my past, the only comfort I find is in gifts from the man who killed my mother's killer—presents wrapped in a body bag and delivered to the morgue for me to examine. From the first time I saw his mark, I knew I had to keep my killer safe, had to keep his work a secret for me and me alone. Every body is a love letter, and I'm the only one who can read them.

Emilia Harrison. The girl I attended Pacific Prep with. My sister's best friend. The greatest sex I've ever had. I never expected to see her again after graduation, so when she showed up in my kitchen in the middle of the night, I didn't know what to think. Apparently, there's some psycho after her, and she needs my help. My family owns a private security firm, but I can't protect her from Wilder. He's still heartbroken over her and livid at her return. He doesn't care about the reason why she's here; he only wants her gone.

I was supposed to be attending a friend's birthday party, not used as bait to lure out the elusive Holden Hayes. Holden was the last thing I needed. My life was already spiraling, a slow-moving head-on collision that you couldn't swerve to avoid. In hindsight, so was his. Neither of us was looking for a relationship, but that is precisely what we found. An instant, all-consuming, soul-deep connection that few people ever find.

After walking away from her toxic boyfriend, Wren finds herself lonely and wondering if good men only exist in fiction. But at a Valentine's Day masquerade ball, she spots them—the three men who meet every week at the coffee shop she works at.

Can a guy and girl ever be just friends? I used to think so, but now I’m not so sure. Emerson and I met freshman year of high school and we’ve been tight ever since. I’ve been pretty good about keeping her locked in the girls-I-don’t-think-about-having-sex-with part of my brain. Which is no easy feat, because let’s face it, unless we’re related, you’re potential spank bank material. Luckily for me, Southern University has an overabundance of Red Devils hockey groupies, which means there are always plenty of puck bunnies for me to choose from.