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I’m engaged to a woman who should be perfect for me. She’s smart, intelligent, and from a family that can bring huge expansion to my syndicate. There’s only one problem; it’s just a business arrangement. My fiancée loves another man, and I am falling head over heels for a woman who’s too young for me. I’ve got to shut it down before I’m in too deep and wreck the life I’ve been building up around me. But when she pursues me, desire pulls me toward her.

Turns out happily ever after isn’t what the storybooks promised. We thought it was over, that we’d earned a peaceful life filled with love and tender moments. We couldn’t have been more wrong. With Sunday and our sweet Eden at the center of our group, the four of us are more protective than ever, so when I’m called to return as Headmaster of Ravenscroft University, I assume our family is safe.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. I should know, I watched it happen. My twin and I didn’t believe we’d ever meet our mate, and then she showed up in our bar, and the world as we knew it changed. Fate hadn’t been kind to us. Not once. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that we lost her as soon as we claimed her. I spent so much time worried about her manipulative demon, I didn’t anticipate it would be my own sordid past that killed her.

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Lando Burlington, the eleventh duke of Oxfordshire, is back on the market as England’s most eligible bachelor. It’s a title he’d sooner burn to the ground, especially following the fallout of his ‘almost’ wedding. It doesn’t help that his mother is trying to set him up with every single woman in the country, none of whom he’s interested in. The final straw is when she rents out his former pre-marital home to Holiday Simpson. . . America’s sweetheart and box-office favorite.

The monster needs a sacrifice. And she's on the altar. When Stella wanders the forest alone one fateful night, she only seeks peace, relief, escape—a few stolen moments on a secret, ancient altar, at one with the moon above. Until she's accosted by a hulking, hideous, bloodthirsty orc. An orc who demands a sacrifice: not by his sword, but by Stella's complete surrender.

Tales you win. Heads you lose. And the fighters of Tales never lose. The men my father ruled were his faithful soldiers sworn to protect the club, him, me. Until one day, his most loyal soldier, Beast, makes a decision that changes my story forever. But this is no fairy tale and I don't own a crown. This is real life. Bloody, violent, and filled with alpha men who use their fists to settle every dispute. And if the man who calls me Princess thinks he can break my heart and get away with it, he can think again.

I’m laser-focused on my goal. No one will stop me this time. At least that’s what I thought before Brianna showed up. Her body is toned to perfection. Her beauty is effervescent. Her allure is undeniable. I’ll never forget the glorious night we spent together two years ago. Afterward, we agreed to never cross that line again. It would make our lives too complicated. But now that she’s here, I’m consumed with the need to pull her against me and recreate those passionate, steamy nights. She’s a distraction I don’t need, but I crave her. If I’m not careful, she’s going to ruin everything.

I spent my life running from my past, hiding behind a guitar, a microphone, and a fake last name. But after my father's death, the truth came out, I'm a Wilde, and now I'm in the spotlight more than ever. My record label has big plans for Killian Wilde, the country music sensation, and unfortunately those include a co-written album with British bad-boy rocker Jameson Lorde. The one man I can't stand. Even if he is the sexiest man I've ever seen.

Captain Hook isn’t loyal to anyone, but I’d die for her. Once I was a prince, then I became a lost boy, then their king. Now, I’m nothing more than a heartless villain. Or at least so I thought. Until I met her. Until I had a reason for that husk in my chest to resume its beating. I know I’m not alone. She’s worked her magic on all of us. Her monstrous beast

In a world of warring orcs and men, Kesst of Clan Ash-Kai is a pawn. A pretty, pliant plaything bound to the cruelest orcs in the realm. Until the new healer storms in. He's huge, hostile, and hideous, with a powerful scarred body and terrifying ancient magic. It only takes one disastrous meeting before he and Kesst are bitter enemies, and Kesst vows to see the vile brute destroyed. Then a sudden deadly attack hurls his helpless body straight at the healer's feet. Kesst fully expects to be abandoned to his doom—instead, his new enemy picks him up, soothes his wounds, and carries him home.

Toby never meant to be a highway robber, but needs must. He didn’t plan to impersonate a top London valet either, but when the chance comes to present himself as the earl of Arvon’s new gentleman's gentleman, he grabs it. Unfortunately, the earl is the man he seduced and robbed on the road to get here. Oops.

My sister fled from her arranged marriage, leaving me to fill her shoes. Cameron Thompson is the last man I want to marry. His father has my brother, sending him home piece by piece, until I agree to head up the aisle. I hate him. I hate them all. I'm going to burn their world down. When I see the man behind the icy mask, there is more to him than just the enemy I believed him to be. We start a dangerous game of pretending that will lead to broken hearts when I get my revenge.

Tainted. Dirty. Those are the words my family use to describe me. It doesn’t help that after my mother escaped them all years ago, she was tragically killed and I was returned back to them like a neat little package. My aunt hates me. My grandfather despises me. My life until now has been one of keeping my mouth shut and keeping my head down, praying no one sees me. And then he comes along. Conrad Blake. He’s confident, an egotistical arsehole but I’ll admit there is something attractive about him. He’s my aunt’s fiancé.

Tingles creep up my spine as I feel eyes on me. Something, or someone, is watching. My life is falling to pieces. My boyfriend is hiding a secret and I’m determined to find out what it is. Why he has gone from cherishing me to hurting me? But there is someone else determined to catch my attention. A masked man follows me, turns up at my home, and is determined to convince me to leave my no-good boyfriend. I fall under his spell, giving into the dark desires he drives within me, leading to dangerous liaisons with a man whose face I've never seen.

Varinn can't hide his jealousy or his bitter, broken rage—but he refuses to leave Kitty behind. Soon, she's under his stern supervision and on her way to Orc Mountain. Back to the orc who so cruelly spurned her. The orc who's been losing his own battles and still longs for Varinn's firm handling… and his heart.

Persephone, Goddess of Spring, struggles to meet the impossible demands of her overbearing, manipulative mother, Demeter. Sequestered to the Upper Realm, far from the politics and intrigues of Olympus, Persephone begins to crack under the pressure, sure that she will never be enough. But the Fates have other plans, and when Persephone meets Hades, brooding God of the Underworld, she finds that they may have more in common than she could have ever believed. He calls to the darkness dwelling deep inside of her with a kinder hand than any she's ever known.

In Season Six of Powder River, Etta and Jacob discover a 10-year-old boy, Levi Curtis, chopping wood at their home, acting as if he lived there. Britt soon discovers he is the sole survivor of an Indian attack on the Conestoga wagon he's traveling in with his family. Britt realizes Levi has no relatives and prepares to take him to the orphanage in Sheridan. When the telephone line arrives in Clearmont, Millie hires Etta to work the switchboard. Etta soon begins hearing things she shouldn’t: other people’s conversations.

Olivia Beckworth knows what it’s like to live in a man’s world. She is the twin sister of an All Hallows’ Heir, after all. Wicked. Arrogant. Entitled. They stalk the halls of All Hallows’ like gods. She hates everything they stand for, everything they represent. But she hates none more than Reese Whitfield-Brown. Her brother’s ex-best friend and the Heir that up and left them without so much as a word.

The night we met, she left behind a lot more than just her shoes on my bedroom floor. She left an impression. A lasting memory burned into my brain. It teases me… tortures me. Months have passed since that night. I’ve tried a million and one ways to get her out of my head. But she’s always there. Haunting me. Stealing my sinful thoughts. Fuelling my darkest desires. I warned her to stay away. But I didn’t mean it— not really. Before I can make her mine, I’ll have to find her. With nothing more than her red heels, it’s impossible.