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I'm a cut-rate Cinderella. Jude is the crown prince of the Lords of Carnage MC. He's handsome, cocky, untouchable. The entire time I've known him, I've had to pretend he means nothing to me. But when my world collapses and I'm running for my life, I have no one else to turn to but the Lords of Carnage. When those ice-blue eyes bore into mine for the first time in two years, I know I'm a goner. Jude has always seen right through me. And now, he's about to find out all my secrets. When I'm laid bare to him, will the prince see my biggest secret of all—that I'd do anything to be his?

Do you believe in love at first sight? In a love so strong and bright, it ignites you even in your darkest hours? Do you believe that somewhere in this world there's someone who's destined to be your other half? Your soulmate? I didn't. Until I met her. Greta Falcone. Protected mafia princess from the madmen of Las Vegas, she's forbidden to me.

Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him - Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC. Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?

Hades, god-king of the Underworld, has uncovered the mastermind behind the uprising destined to set his realm and the mortal world on a collision course. But his enemy has gone to ground and finding them is proving impossible, and the longer they elude his grasp, the stronger the darkness within him grows, slowly stealing control.

Every day, I lie and pretend I'm not a threat. I swallow insults and avoid the electric fence, crossing my fingers I can fake my way to freedom before I snap and end up permanently caged. Borrowing my sister's identity is my last chance at escape. But Serafina Redfang isn't just a cartel heiress. She's the reason I can never mate the pack of my childhood dreams. Su Jin, Bishop, Dutch, and Reese already belong to her. Now, I have to pretend to be theirs. To smile, hide my scars, and let them close before I let them go forever.

He’ll do anything to find his mate! Calix has been looking for his mate for years. There’s someone fated just for him, and no one else will do. But one look at Emma has Cal overwhelmed with protectiveness. He knows Emma is not the one, but that doesn’t stop him from stealing her and claiming her as his own. Emma stinks. Stinking is ideal for avoiding attention. But when it comes to the hot-as-sin alien mercenary who just rescued her from slavery, that’s the last thing she wants. Emma wants her muscle-bound hero, lock, stock, and barrel.

Tuesday Knowls is done. Once burned, twice shy. Twice burned? Game over. On the outside Tuesday has it all. She comes from money, she’s a beautiful runway model, her smile comes easy, and she’s quick to laugh. But looks can be deceiving. Inside, she’s lost and lonely. So when the smokin’ hot firefighter swoops in with his sweet talk and promises, she decides to be the one who uses, for once.

They call him the Sick Heart. They say he's a shameless monster. They say he's a ruthless killer. They say he's as twisted as the man who owns him. They say a lot of things about Cort van Breda. But in our world violence is money, and money is winning, and winning is life, and life is the only thing that matters. Except...he wasn't meant to win that last fight. And I wasn't meant to be his prize. But he did. And I am. And now his sick heart owns me.

My home, once filled with love and affection, is now cold and empty. As if the war going on outside wasn’t enough, I’m reeling from this hurt and betrayal. Meanwhile, the casualties of this war are piling up. We can only do so much against an enemy we barely understand. They’re closing in and we’re running out of options. And fighters.

When everything changes, destiny is all we can hold onto. Emery finds herself caught between two very different men, unable to keep her heart out of the mix. Sometimes we bleed for others, and sometimes the past, it just won't let go. Other times, some people walk away, not allowing us to have a choice in the matter.

They call me the Devil's assassin. It's true. I have blood on my hands. As the VP of the Serpents, my life is driven by loyalty, honor, brotherhood. Until I see her. Too young, too innocent. Mine to claim. What I am, what I do, can never reach her. My dark secrets are scars I bear alone. I'm torn between my duties and the woman I'll die to protect. Until...they try to take what's mine.

I love Halloween so much it's scary. After a heartbreaking year, I need some candy, role-play, and wicked thrills. So why not turn one spell-binding night into a week of forbidden fun? Fortunately for me, my husband thirsts for my spooktacular plans. So do our partners, our paramours, our sixsome of love and laughs. We're known for our holidays, and with eleven of our friends coming, this one is sure to have lots of bumps in the night. Just how far will we go to thrill each other?

Sam Simmons has quickly become one of my best friends. We were thrown together when our B.F.F.s fell in love, and the connection was instant. He’s the yin to my yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. The chocolate to my bacon. Wait...what? Gross. Anyway, when Sam gets all misty-eyed over his sad, cobweb-filled dumpster fire of a love life, I devise a plan. We’ll go through his little black book—who knew there was an app for that?—and set up second-chance dates with each woman with whom he’s failed at finding love.

I knew the past would come back to haunt me. It was only a matter of time before my world came crashing down. The only thing I didn’t expect was Mateo. The head of the Italian mafia. We were never meant to cross paths; our worlds vastly different. His green gaze captured me, his touch burning through my defenses. The words he whispered melted away all the years of loneliness. But the secret I kept could get me killed. If he spared me, his rivals wouldn’t. As my secrets unravel, it could cost me everything and everyone I loved.

I didn't want this woman to be my nanny. She had no experience and a failed art career. What did she know about rearing children? She was my late wife's choice, and I didn't too much care for the woman, and she didn't care for me, either. Until all hell broke loose and the nanny was the only one my son could turn to. The only one we could rely on. She kept us going, and then she wanted to leave, too. Not a damn chance.

Nash Wilder Christopherson was the world’s golden boy. For fifteen years, she watched Nash race from the safety of her phone. Every single race, PR event, ESPN interview—she was there for it. He was the one thing that kept her sane while having to live the life her father forced her to. That was all he’d ever be to her, though. A face on the other side of the screen.

Morning Glory Milking Farm was just another quick tug-machine operated facility, no different from all the rest. Sure, they had big pharma money and special hands-on amenities the other milking joints couldn't boast, but at the end of the day it was the same old story—cash he didn't actually need in the bank, all for doing what he would have done for free anyway. Get in, get out, get on with his day. At least, that's what he thought.

For Blizzard, the feeling of betrayal was one he knew well. His father, a member of the Brothers by Blood MC, believed the brotherhood came first, even before his wife and child. At first Blizzard didn't even blame his mother for walking out on them. That was until he learned that she'd hooked up with a member of another MC, leaving him behind to deal with the aftermath. He never thought he would feel that kind of pain again. That was until Rose came along, tempting him, drawing him in and then leaving him on the sidewalk, fighting for his life as she walked away with the enemy.

When Murgha's degenerate father bets their last bit of coin—and her—in a high-stakes game of kings and bones, she fears she will become the property of the lecherous ambassador. But when the most fearsome dark fae she has ever seen steps into the game and wins the pot, she knows her fate is much worse. She is now owned by the enemy. Now in the hands of a shadow fae priest with an agenda of his own, Murgha mistrusts his motives and the secrets he keeps. But she realizes quickly that her unexpected fall into the keeping of Vallon isn't so surprising after all.

The naga next door has perfect pecs, washboard abs, and the world’s sharpest jawline, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook for disturbing the peace. But this time, when I stomp over to give the my noisy neighbor a piece of my mind, I find Zayn’s front door ajar and his groceries scattered on the ground.