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No wrong moves. Those were the words the first boy I ever loved whispered in my ear on graduation weekend. Naively, I believed him. Now those three little words feel like a bad omen I can’t escape. Every move I’ve made since I returned to South Chapel hurts my ex-boyfriend, Greedy. But it’s for his benefit. That’s what I tell myself. Intentionally hurting him is for the best. It has to be. I said goodbye to the possibility of forever with him the moment my mom and his dad “introduced us” at their engagement dinner. Three years have passed, but that doesn’t matter to Greedy.

Cordelia James was once at the top of her game—a renowned street photographer with a massive social media following, gallery showings in Chelsea, and a lucrative book deal. But after the sudden death of her father, Cordelia can barely force herself to leave her apartment—that is, until she sees an ad for a summer gig at a cozy cottage on Ireland’s picturesque Inishmore island.

Bumping into my three ex-Seal one-night stands from years ago, now living next door? Yep, our fresh start just turned into a wild complication for me and my son. Life as a single mom in Lilyfield seemed simple until my past walked back in—Justin, Ben, and Mason, the men from a long-ago wild night, reappeared. Justin's tender care contrasts with his fierce passion, making every moment with him a whirlwind of emotion. Ben, with his commanding presence and protective nature, stirs something deep within me. And Mason, whose quiet strength and understanding complements the trio perfectly.

When winter comes to the Court of Dreams, the war against the Subterranean of Nightmares freezes. To celebrate, the faerie queen holds a tournament where mortals compete for the prize of a dream come true. For outsider Willow Nightstalk, it's the only way to break the curse making her as ugly as she feels. But the deadly tournament has a darker purpose—to flush out flawed mortal blights on the perfectly pretty fae society… and to kill them.

Maybe Jackson would be different if he were in love. If he were in a relationship. Or, if the world outside this room hadn't fallen into violent chaos, hadn't become a constant war we have no choice but to fight. Maybe he would take his time. Be softer. Gentler. Maybe he would smile or even laugh. Maybe I would be different too. Maybe I wouldn't need his hungry eyes and demanding hands in the dark. But this is how we are together every time. He's not my friend or my boyfriend, but sometimes I go to his room after the sun goes down. I need to.

The boys of Lake Chapel own me—mind and body, heart and soul. I'll fight for them. Wait for them. Root for them and support them through anything. Because what we're building together is a forever kind of love.

Never let them get you to the second location. Even if that location happens to be a lakeside mansion home to four hot-as-sin men. After years of living in survival mode, I'm finally hitting rewind on the story of my life. There's nothing standing in the way of my bright future at Lake Chapel University. Or so I thought.

I want nothing to do with the Crescent Coven. I'm happy with my tea shop, my small magick, and my mundane life. Since the coven never wanted me, either, it's better this way. But when the High Priestess shows up on my doorstep and issues an ultimatum I can't refuse, I'm pulled right back into the coven's unending drama.

When the asteroid hits and the world falls apart, I'm seventeen, and my dad buys us a place in an underground bunker. We're supposed to be safe down there, but we're not. Gradually, I lose everything until all I have left is a bewildering relationship with a stoic, unknowable man. As one of the guards in the bunker, Grant has lurked in the background of my life for years, teaching me to defend myself, making sure I'm safe, and infuriating me by treating me like a sheltered princess in a tower. I don't even know if he likes me, even after we end up in bed together.

Air Force Combat Controller Derek Bollinger knows what it is to feel that every breath might be his last. Enduring hell in an enemy prison for five weeks taught him that. The only thing that got him through it was the thought of his family, his hometown of Oak Creek, Wyoming, and especially of Becky Mackay. He survived, but with blood on his hands. His own.

Now my family's gone, and the only person who can keep me safe in a violent, chaotic world is my dead boyfriend's rough, uncivilized father. I don't like him. At all. Cal's the last person I want to rely on, but for now, he's all I've got. Eventually, we become unconventional partners as we try to stay alive, but then my feelings for him start to change. I want more from Cal but maybe I shouldn't. I can't risk losing w

F--k me for choosing the wrong sister. Atlas Carter was a protector. He was a police officer, had spent years in the Air Force, spent his entire teen years as a volunteer firefighter. Being a protector was in his blood. It was his dream. So when a woman was in a dangerous situation, it was his every instinct to protect her. To shield her. To watch over her. Only, that woman had played him. She’d set him up.

Alice Monroe is a good person who is about to do a very bad thing. All my life, I had worked tirelessly to achieve perfection. Perfection was in my blood, and so was the art of dance. All that hard work had earned me my dream job as a professional dancer at the ripe age of twenty-four, the perfect boyfriend, and the naïve belief that perfection was built to last.

When I met British billionaire Kabir Spencer at Splice London, he promised me an unforgettable night and nothing more. One night turned into a string of satisfying encounters, each one hotter than the last. As our dynamic evolved, Spence helped me explore a side of myself I didn’t know existed until the moment I uttered the words Yes, Sir.

Some things are off-limits. My best friend’s little sister has always been one of those things. Years later, I can still hear his voice in my head telling me not to go there. The fact those warnings are coming from beyond the grave doesn’t help matters either. Especially when part of me is hellbent on ignoring him. The thing is, now that I’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. Because Montana Baker is everything I’ve always wanted and can’t have.

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun. Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets. Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin. If only anything in my life was that simple.

He is the most feared man in Dublin, and his reputation is hard-earned. As the second born to the Quinn family, while my older brother, Tag, navigates the politics of running of our territory, I run our army. The Dublin Devils is the Quinn motorcycle club, and we are a powerful force. Roaring through the Dublin streets, I command both fear and respect from everyone north of the River Liffey—and from much of the McGuire territory to the south of the river as well. Not that Quinns go south of the river.

Being bonded to Caden Blackburn used to be all I dreamed of. Those dreams were crushed the moment this pack branded my entire bloodline traitors for challenging his father. Life in Silver Falls isn't easy. As the only packmate unable to shift, I'm considered broken. No one wants a useless mate. Especially not Caden. Imperfections don't fit within the rigid way he rules our pack as alpha. I never thought he'd look at me with anything other than fury until our bond awakens.

The only way for Willow to defeat an oppressive faerie queen is to make six villains remember they're obsessed with her, except... One hates her. One confuses her. One distrusts her. One is encased in stone. One rejects her. And one thinks she's a dangerous distraction. The task seems impossible. To make matters worse, Avorlorna's mortal populace is starving and fodder in a looming faerie war. If they find out she's the reason for their suffering, she'll be dead before the Solstice Trials begin. But that's months away.

This must be a mistake. There's no way the Goddess chose me to be a demon's bride. I barely have any magick, and certainly not enough to repair the bargain between witches and demons that's kept both our realms stable for centuries. But Eren is… nothing like I expected. Something about him calls to me. Tempts me. And he looks at me like no one else ever has—like I'm strong and worthy. Like he wants to keep me, cherish me… and sink those wicked, wicked fangs of his into me.