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One bullet. One dead man. And now my wreck of a life is spiraling out of control. The bastard deserved it, but I'm just a regular guy. I botched the escape, and since I killed him while wearing a Santa costume, they call me the Festive Fugitive. Cute. Too bad I'll be spending Christmas behind bars or in a body bag. Then he appears. Cesar. My dark salvation. A trained killer who looks at me as if I'm his personal miracle. I killed his boss, yet he says I did him a favor. He wants to protect me, claim me, cage me in his arms, and God help me… I let him.

An elven prince shouldn't be working at Best Burgers Bonanza. Yet here I am, banished to the human realm for a lifetime of toil and misery. I guess that's what I get for being a traitor and the shortest elf at the Nocturne Court, with a shadow no darker than a tea stain. I'm stuck with no scheme up my sleeve when destiny brings me face to face with the answer to all my troubles.

On the day of Stitch’s divorce, lust personified enters the biker bar he’s celebrating at. Tattooed all over, pierced, confident, and hot as hellfire, Zak is the bone Stitch has waited for life to throw him. All Stitch wants is a sniff, a taste, a lick. What follows instead is gluttony of the most carnal sort, and nothing will ever be the same. Forced to hide his new love affair from the whole world, Stitch juggles family, club life, and crime, but it’s only a matter of time until it becomes too hard.

All Seth wants is to live free with the man he loves. But escaping death at the hands of the mafia is just the beginning of an uphill struggle. When Domenico wakes up from his impromptu surgery and doesn’t even remember Seth’s name, Seth’s world falls apart. Suddenly it’s him who has to plan an escape from New York City and navigate their way to Mexico. All that without even knowing if the man of his life will ever love him again.

Have you ever fallen in love with a man as he was pointing his gun at you? Well, I have. Tiny problem? I'm in the middle of my murderous Christmas tradition, and he's a witness. But it's not his fault I got too excited and didn't check if I was alone. I can't just kill him because of my own blunder. Not when he has such dreamy green eyes filled with fear and pent-up rage. What I can do is take him with me for safekeeping while I work out how to make him understand that while my methods are cruel, my intentions are pure. Or how to make him fall for me. Whichever is first.

Being a hitman is the loneliest of jobs. We don't have many friends. Some don't even have family. Lovers? Try explaining to your boyfriend why there's blood on your shirt. Christmas is the worst time to be alone. This year, love is in the cards for me, all thanks to a letter I found in the street. It reads, "Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is revenge…"

Like every other weekend, Colin is on his way home from university, but he’s taunted by the notion that he never takes risks in life and always follows the beaten path. On impulse, he decides to take a different route. Just this one time. What he doesn’t realize is that it’s the last time he has a choice. He ends up taking a detour into the darkest pit of horror, abducted by a silent, imposing man with a blood-stained axe. But what seems like his worst nightmare might just prove to be a path to the kind of freedom Colin never knew existed. Taron has lived alone for years.

Four mercenaries accidentally save a young man from being trafficked. Scared for his life, he chooses to be theirs in exchange for protection, but the deal soon turns into way more as Clover develops feelings for all four of his saviors.

I'm your typical small-town loser stuck in a dead-end job. Single, because dating is for well-adjusted human beings, not traumatized gay boys with trust issues. All I want is to leave my past behind and finally start living. My wish comes true in the most bizarre way imaginable. One evening, a beautiful man with pointy ears and flowing dark locks appears out of nowhere. He proclaims I am to be his 'Dark Companion' based on some stupid deal I made in a dream. Oh, and apparently he's an elven prince, the Lord of Shadows, Protector of the Nightmare Realm, and Knight of Grief Ocean.

They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them. Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent. So I crawl out. And I kill the bastard. Now Angel’s a witness to my crime, so… I take him. I’ve never had a lover. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m twisted. Ugly. Unlovable. But now that I’ve tasted Angel, I can’t turn back. I need to make him mine.

Banished from his pack for being gay, Yev has one last chance to redeem himself in the eyes of his family. He needs to stick to the rules for a year and bury his sexuality forever. Shouldn’t be so hard, since he can’t have a relationship with a human without revealing his werewolf nature. That is, until one night, a drunk ginger brat points a rifle in his face.

Don’t bring a kiss to a knife fight. Roadkill. Violent. Brash. Obsessive. In the closet. Clyde. Cunning. Ruthless. Biker royalty. Trapped on the other side of the same closet. Roadkill. I’ve hated Clyde Turner since the moment I laid eyes on him. I hate him for existing, for tempting me, for being everything I can’t have.

Griffith has spent two of the most amazing years with his boyfriend Mark, who is undoubtedly "The One." Mark is everything Griffith could want in a man. Sexy, kind, always there for him, showering him with gifts and anticipating his needs. Until one wrong turn sends them crashing into Mark’s past, and suddenly Griff doesn’t even know who his boyfriend is anymore.

After a childhood filled with neglect and abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide, Lucifer set out into the world alone. There was nothing for him out there other than taking it one day at a time. As the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club president, Lucifer never got much fatherly love. So when the Nails show up at the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last thing he expects is to be put in the custody of Tooth, the Nails Vice President famous for his gruesome interrogation techniques.

Two years ago, the Rabid Hyenas MC ripped Zane apart like a pack of starving wolves. But he’s not only a survivor, he took revenge that same night. Turns out, one of the bikers is still alive, and as long as that’s the case, Zane will not know peace. Especially since Roach is the dirtbag who caused all the mayhem in the first place.

One love. One motorcycle club. Two stepbrothers. Ryder. Controlling. Ambitious. Protective. Jed. Self-destructive. Trapped. Lonely. Their love? Forbidden. Taboo. All-consuming. For Jed, the Coffin Nails Motorcycle Club is family. With them, he learned how to think, what to enjoy, and how to fight, but there is one thing he knows his friends can’t find about. They would never accept him as gay, and so his life is a constant struggle with desires that fill him with despair. Only there is a much darker secret lurking in Jed’s heart.

Zolt knows what he wants from life - cold hard cash so that he can enjoy an early retirement in the Caribbean as rent boys serve him drinks on the beach. Meanwhile, he’s got his pawn shop as a front for illegal operations and a baseball bat to deal with troublemakers. When it comes to men, Zolt loves the chase, and his favorite, most elusive preys are curious straight guys. He goes out of his way to seduce and devour them. If he can be their first, all the better. His next mark? A biker. And not just any. An outlaw - Leo Heller.

Mike Miller’s life has gone to shit. The formerly popular high school quarterback now works at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. The last thing he needs is meeting the guy he used to bully at school and seeing him all sorts of polished up. James is now the proud owner of an amazing silver Jaguar and a self-made millionaire. It seems that the day couldn’t get any worse for Mike, but James "Lovelace" Austin might just turn out to be his golden ticket out of the job he hates.

When he is thrust into a carriage heading for London to meet his future bride, his way out comes in the form of an imposing highwayman, riding a horse as black as night. Julian makes a deal with the criminal, but what he doesn’t expect is that despite the title of baronet, the robber turns out to be no gentleman. Sir Evan Penhart is pushed into crime out of desperation, but the pact with a young merchant’s son turns out to have disastrous consequences. Not only is Evan left broke, but worse, Julian opens up a Pandora’s box of passions that are dark, needy, and too wild to tame.

Dane always knew his illicit fantasies of rough sex and dangerous men would one day lead him down a path of no return, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stay away. After being beaten half to death by his ex, he wakes up in a collar, chained to a wall by a wild man who claims Dane as his property. From the moment Jag lays his eyes on Dane, he knows he wants to keep him. Big, strong, with colorful ink all over, he is the most unique man Jag had ever seen. But Dane has to be tamed if he is to become Jag’s mate for life.