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With a name like “Poseidon,” I’m feared on the spot. I come in like a force of nature, and destroy anyone who challenges me or hurts those I love. In my country, loyalty and rage runs deep. I know my obsession with Oleander will lead to my ruin, but every touch of her naked skin against mine strengthens my addiction to her. She’s both bellissima and brillante, with a fiery passion and a commitment, like mine, to save the world.

'Extraordinary!' – Rebecca Yarros, New York Times bestselling author of Fourth Wing. She stole from a monster – now she must pay the price . . . Street thief Kierse should have known something wasn’t right. Now she’s trapped in a library — with a monster. She can’t run. She can’t...

Undercover, confidential, and dangerous, the new K19 Shadows lurk where others won’t, ready to act in a moment’s notice. When Maisie Ann Jones disappears with a serial killer on the loose, it doesn’t look good. The others have turned up dead. I refuse to let anything harm this woman—after all, she stole my heart. I’m determined to find her, save her, and take down anyone who gets in my way.

I’ve got a reputation to mend—a lifestyle to correct. Hell, I’m no saint; I like my women. But I want this job more than anything. Walking the straight and narrow is going to be hard, but being an invincible is even harder. But the hardest job of all: not torturing the deadbeat thug who left a beautiful and innocent woman high and dry.

Undercover for years, I learned one thing: Be careful who you trust. Now, I need to know who’s killing our best operatives. Back on the ranch, I can uncover the secrets, while proving myself to everyone who doubts the truth. But Flynn Wheaton knows more, feels more, than meets the eye. She’s the first truth I’m going to conquer.

It happened suddenly. Overnight. Inside Spring Lakes Assisted Living, seven residents - 69 years of age - died mysterious deaths. Only, they aren’t really dead. Their bodies remain still, their staring eyes void of life. Yet, their hearts continue to beat, their lungs fight for oxygen, and somewhere within their petrified bodies, their souls cling to life.

Brought to you by Penguin. An attorney and mother of two discovers her husband has a secret life – and it might cost them all their lives. Everyone in the small town of Hemingway Grove knows David and Marcie Bowers. David owns the local pub. Marcie is a former big-city lawyer who practises...

Hate sex with the maid of honor at my best friend's royal wedding . . . I blame the vodka. Or maybe it was seeing how damn good she looked in that dress. The way it hugged every curve and accentuated her best assets. I definitely won't admit it might be because seeing the prince find his own princess means I'm going to be alone. Something that has terrified me since being orphaned. Grandmother is the only family I have left in this world. And losing myself in the woman who drives me absolutely mad was an easy escape from that reality.

Being quiet and reserved makes cracking cases and taking down enemies—one vile and malicious criminal at a time—easy for a stealthy agent like me. But when I meet Winslow, it requires every bit of my reserve to take it slow. I know once I give in to her tantalizing ways, it's going to be one fast, slippery slope of passion and pleasure.

A crash and a coma has grounded me. Without flight, I’m a pilot without wings. I refuse to give up, give in. I need to be back in the air with nothing but gravity threatening me. For now, I’m recovering at the beach, biding my time. The last thing I need is a distraction to deter me from my goals—even if she’s a mirror image of the woman who stole and shattered my heart.

Hungarian American biochemist Katalin Kati Karikó became fascinated by science as a child and grew up determined to find a way to use messenger RNA—a copy of a part of DNA that provides cells with instructions to make proteins—to help fight illness. An mRNA vaccine had never been made before, and she faced frequent criticism and was told by other scientists she would never succeed. Karikó refused to give up her research, and when the COVID-19 pandemic hit, she played a critical role in developing the successful Pfizer-BioNTech mRNA vaccine faster than any other vaccine in history.

It's 1999 in Southeast Texas and the Evans women, owners of the only funeral parlor in town, are keeping steady with… normal business. The dead die, you bury them. End of story. That's how Ducey Evans has done it for the last eighty years, and her progeny—Lenore the experimenter and Grace, Lenore's soft-hearted daughter, have run Evans Funeral Parlor for the last fifteen years without drama. But when town gossip Mina Jean Murphy's body is brought in for a regular burial and she rises from the dead instead, it's clear that the Strigoi—the original vampire—are back.

Michelangelo is precise and perilous—a man to be respected. After spending four years in prison, serving time for the crimes I committed, I’m now ready to live a life very different from the one I previously led. Becoming an agent for K19 Allied Intelligence means I’ll play a part in taking down one of the world’s worst crime families—the Calabrian Syndicate. Like every other criminal society, the list of their acts against the innocent is long, the worst of which is human trafficking.

I never expected to fall for the woman investigating me. Ali Graham walks into my life and turns it upside down. As we work to uncover a dangerous mole within the CIA, I find myself torn between my duty and my growing feelings for her. With both our lives on the line, can I protect her and complete my mission? Or will I have to sacrifice everything, including my heart?

Set in an alternate day New York filled with monsters, The Wren in the Holly Library is a dark, spicy romantasy loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast – perfect for fans of V.E. Schwab and Leigh Bardugo. She stole from a monster . . . now she must pay the price Street thief Kierse should...

Kierse and Graves are back in The Robin on the Oak Throne by K. A. Linde, the steamy sequel to the Sunday Times bestselling The Wren in the Holly Library. Set in an alternate New York, this addictive urban romantasy is filled with monsters, magic and heart-pounding enemies-to-lovers romance...

I’ve built impenetrable walls—both digital and emotional—my entire life. After being betrayed in the worst way, I vowed never to let another woman close. Then Dr. Margot Sterling hacked her way into my systems and my life with infuriating ease. Now, we’re hunting a deadly AI weapons system while someone threatens her safety inside my ancestral home. Each day we work together, I find myself more drawn to her brilliant mind and quiet strength. 

I came to Morris Ranch to make things right, even though Cici Morris hates me for what she thinks I did to her brother. Keeping my promise to Maverick means living with her contempt, but I can handle that. What I didn’t expect was discovering the ranch is being systematically destroyed—or falling for the fiery woman determined to save her family’s legacy. Now, someone’s threatening not just the ranch but Cici herself, and I’m trapped between the promise I made and protecting the woman I’m falling in love with. If I tell her the truth about that night, I could lose her forever. 

The story of my career has become a fight for survival. I thought I was exposing corporate weapons trading, but uncovering a conspiracy reaching to the Crown landed me under armed protection. My mysterious guardian has his own secrets—ones that could turn this deadly game into a personal betrayal. The deeper we dig, the more I realize the hardest choice isn't between life and death, but between the truth I've always served and the man I'm falling for.

God of the Sea? Not anymore. Mount Olympus is closed for business. Fine by me. I’ve got a sweet mountaintop hideaway, a vintage bike that roars louder than Apollo on his best day, and I’m vice president of the Gods of Thunder MC. All the heartache and frustration I had to deal with as one of the Gods? Gone. Don’t miss it one bit. Most of the time. I got low. Okay? Whiskey’s great and all. But it doesn’t hold a candle to Dionysius’ wine. Which is also gone. That’s why I was standing at the edge of the cliff staring down at the surf.