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My name is Serendipity Fall and I'm trapped in a world I don't know how to escape. When the flames burn, I'm shown the way out, but at a price. I'm returning to my world as a goddess, and I can't control the power I've taken. My world is crumbling, my people need my help and I have to stop Awarn before he destroys my mates and then my world. There are few gods left in this world and I will be the last by the time I'm done with my hunt.

We shouldn't have ignored the threat lurking in the shadows. Now we're being taken to who knows where and our territory is on fire. We're fighting for our lives and the lives of the ones we love. Will we lose everything before our lives together have even begun? Nothing is what it seems in our world. Our saviors may just be our greatest enemies.

We'd arrived at the museum, and everything was going well. Okay, fine. That's a lie. It had gone exactly like the rest of my life had since my dino mates had come crashing into my life… which is to say, it had been a catastrophe of prehistoric proportions. By a weird twist of fate, we'd narrowly avoided being arrested after we'd destroyed the fundraising gala and terrorized the guests. Things didn't go as I'd planned for the rest of the trip, either. Especially when Albert decided to slip his leash and go looking for his own little souvenir to take home….

The second the shy curvy girl walked into the bar, I knew I wasn't her type. She’s a bookworm, nose stuck firmly in her laptop, and I’m the football team's bad boy. A motorcycle-riding bartender with a dirty past as the son of a lone wolf. But when she asks me for dating lessons, I’m going to do everything I can to teach her exactly how opposites attract. Until my past shows up to destroy the one good thing fate ever did for me.

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing. Before I can think better of it, my tongue sneaks out over my lips to scent my surroundings.

Whew, my first year at the academy is over - what a ride. I found a magical orb that showed me Mom is alive, but I don’t know where she is. The only way to find her is for me to master my powers, but I’m failing. Without my powers, I won’t be strong enough to defeat the Dark Demons and rescue Mom. My two handsome princes are still with me. They make it hard to stay focused, but I have to, or Mom will slip through my fingers. Unfortunately, the Dark Demons are becoming bolder, and if I don’t work fast, I could lose everyone I love.

Three years ago my wolf found my fated mate, and she was my best friend's little sister. He's no longer my friend, and she's off limits. Is it any wonder everyone thinks I'm a dick? Now, I'm the star player for the Bay State U Dire Wolves and I've told myself I don't have or need a mate.

Things have been quiet in NOLA . . . Too quiet. The Coven had thankfully gone back to shunning Thea after the Silas debacle. Unfortunately, the brutal murders of several hedge witches leaves everyone involved with no option. They must present a united front—with Thea as the liaison between AID and the Coven. Thea finds motivation in the form of wanting to relieve Jax of the guilt he feels for mentoring the victims. The investigation opens doors within the Coven for Thea.

Auri Fareview, practical and realistic, does what she can to serve her impoverished family. When she finds a golden key that could be the answer she needs to save her sisters from the unjust Marriage Laws of her land, she discovers the treasure might be more than she bargained for. Enchanted, the key is home to an imprisoned god, who wreaks havoc on her body, her heart, and her soul. And those aren’t practical matters. He has the power to break her. Nixus Uraiahs has lost track of how long he’s been imprisoned by the spell on the key.

Zed is dead. I watched him die in my arms. But I refuse to let this be the end. My father has the power to bring him back. And if he refuses to, I’ll go into the pit of souls and get him out myself. I’m warned that if I do this, that he won’t be the same. That there's no guarantee that what I pull out of the pit will be my Zed. I’m too stricken with grief to care. Zed would move heaven and hell to get to me, and I plan on doing the same thing. If Zed doesn’t remember me and the love we shared, I’ll make him. I’m going to do everything in my power to get my mate back. Even if it kills me.

Thea is preparing to talk to the Coven about being the liaison with AID. When a snake changer attacks the Estate while she is waiting, she has to fight it alone. Then Brandon has to save his fellow council members after a demon tree attacks their meeting. When a fanged serpent tries to devour Thea's aunt Giselle, Thea has to determine who is behind the attacks. Is it one entity or many?

Ruined. Tortured. Broken. What could have been the perfect childhood turned into a hell that the devil himself would shy away from. I was forced to deal with an evil that would make the darkest of souls cringe. Lily Noel was scarred but beautiful. She was perfectly flawed and everything that I needed.

I've been writing a romance novel and it stars my best friend. He's a star on the Dire Wolves football team and I've been in love with him for years. But he just thinks of me as one of the guys, albeit one with plus-size curves. But I want to be so much more.

When the truth about the blood oath is revealed, Calla has a devastating choice to make: leave the vampires she’s caught feelings for or stay and fight for the life she’s built with them. And each choice has severe, irreversible consequences.

I didn't know why they had brought me back or what they wanted from me. They should have let me die in that room of pain and shame, but instead they've hidden me away, kept me under the attentive eyes of dangerous men unaccustomed to the likes of me in their midst.

There’s a hit list circulating the prison, offering up large sums of cash for our deaths—me and all of my men. Assassins, serial killers, and murderers...They’re all coming out of the woodwork to collect their prize. Even a queen and her kings can't fight off an entire army. Escape is our only option if we want to survive.

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.

I’ve never seen the outside world and I don’t care. The cannon-toting, trigger-happy residents here are like family, even if most of them are a few spoons short of a full set. Eventually, everyone grows on you, kinda like nail fungus. But the booze flows freely, and Tiger keeps me company. He’s as much a prisoner as I am. Just when I think I’ve made my peace with my lot, the portal pops open and two men shoot through, throwing punches before their feet even finish landing in my town. When they finally look at me, all I see is problems. Big, ginormous, too-handsome problems.

A spunky florist and a cold-hearted lord of the dead? It's a match made in the underworld! Autumn Rankin is a florist first and foremost. Her specialty is making a rose bear in under 20 minutes or pulling together a bouquet that says "I'm sorry, honey, you're always right". But when she meets Hades at the funeral parlor, she discovers a hidden talent: Convincing a dead soul it's time to go to the afterlife. Apparently souls are wandering the land of the living, and Hades, stiff, cold, and guarded as he is, needs her natural charm and charisma to corral them to the underworld.

Dean Waterhouse was supposed to be a job. Get in. Get married. Take his money and get out. But he came after me. Now, I'm bound to his bed, about to learn what happens to naughty girls who play games. The man who put his ring on my finger was gentle. The man who tracked me down is not.