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Once upon a time, a lion saved a girl. His little cinnamon girl. That lion grew up into a prince. Dark, bitter, and so beautiful that it hurt to look at him. But underneath it all, the girl saw the man. She saw his hunger for love and affection, and she had plenty to give. I was that girl. I fell in love, even though he told me not to. I gave him everything, because that was who I was.

Two years ago, Reed Jackson betrayed Calliope Thorne and broke her heart. So she stole his most prized possession—a white mustang—and drove it into the lake for revenge. Now, Callie is stuck at a reform school while Reed is off at college, living his life without repercussions. Until he comes back.

It started with a kiss. One that never should have happened. Liam was only doing what best friends do—standing up for me. It didn’t mean anything. Right? Sure, it made the fact I had to move in with him for a few months a bit complicated, but we’ve been firmly in the mutual friend zone for years. He’s the one who christened me ‘Charlie’ after all. He only saw me as one of the guys. Crossing the line is off limits.

Benjar learned at an early age to use his wits to live and his charm to ease his path – and hide his secrets. Even the bond he forms with his military brothers doesn’t completely soothe his troubled soul. Inspired by his commander’s recent acquisition of a human bride, Benjar decides to find a mate for himself - a calm, nurturing woman who will bring peace to his restless spirit. Instead, he’s irresistibly drawn to a pretty, impetuous female.

I have my senior year planned: keep my head down, don’t make any waves, and get the diploma. I’ve done the popularity thing at Savage River High, but after two years away, I have no interest in reclaiming my crown. Unfortunately, my carefully laid plans go to hell when I grab the attention of dark, forbidding, and brutally hot Sebastian Vega. He looks at me like he wants to kill my puppy or eat me alive. Quite possibly both. Sebastian is everywhere I go, and he’s decided I’m the twisted game he wants to play, whether I’m a willing participant or not.

What’s worse than being left at the altar? Becoming a meme because one of your nearest and dearest took a video of you running—and falling—down the aisle and made it internet famous.

Things I expect after a one-night-stand: breakfast, small talk, maybe even another O before the awkward walk of shame in last night's clothes. I don't expect to open the door to his house and find a kid surrounded by all his earthly possessions. Fired from my job, homeless, and the perpetual screw-up of my family... How can I even think about caring for someone else's child when I'm incapable of looking after myself?

Crime scene to crime scene I go, interview upon interview I question, and it all yields nothing but more questions, more media attention, and the sound of a voice on the phone. A voice that haunts me late into the night with a yearning to taste the forbidden. The man the media calls the "Vigilante" is supposed to be my prey, but instead we dance. Every possible step closer, he evades. Only his faceless taunts close the distance between us. I can barely catch my breath. Then the copycat killings begin, and I struggle to hold my grip on the truth.

When Izidora awakens to find six months have passed, her sole focus turns to revenge against Kazimir. Driven by a burning desire for retribution, she plunges into the depths of her magic, discovering that where light once existed, darkness now reigns. This new, intoxicating power draws her in as she and Ruslan immerse themselves in her training. With Ruslan’s encouragement to embrace her darkness, Izidora sheds the remnants of her identity as a victim who was chained in a cave and steps into being the insidious bloom ready to dig her sharp thorns into the Night Fae.

I was born to be the queen of Sin City. I just have to prove it to my father, Italian mafia king Dante Salvato. He thinks that I'm a spoiled, weak little girl who could never be capable of taking over his empire. The only thing standing in the way of me proving myself is a cocky asshole who doesn't know a thing about our world. For some reason, my father's preferred heir is Cole Brooks, which means he's now my competition.

They’re bottom-feeding criminals pretending to be the model of the American dream. They suck the City dry to serve themselves and the elite class that licks their boots day in and day out. They murdered my parents out of sheer, unbridled greed.

There comes a time in your life when you’re faced with a choice—one that has the potential to alter the course of your life. That day, I answered my mother’s phone call, and everything changed. The path I chose was a turnpike masquerading as a meadow, and the tolls I paid have been grave. So I made a promise to myself that I will have my vengeance. With my Irish gods at my side, I will wreak havoc on everyone who had a hand in the destruction of the girl I used to be. I was remade in the cabin in the woods. I was forged in the warehouse fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.

After being released from the prison realm four hundred and ninety-nine years early, Rory finds herself in Erdikoa with no memory of the last three months and orders to keep her release a secret. Feeling like an outsider looking in, she tries to acclimate to her new life, but she can't shake the feeling that something, or someone, is missing. She begins to question her reality when her sister's killer plagues her dreams, insisting he's innocent. But she knows what she saw all those years ago, and she's faced with a choice.

When you live on the streets, stealing to survive becomes an art form. Until I got caught. And boy, did I choose the wrong victim. Now I’ve been marked by a soon-to-be alpha wolf who needs my skills to lead his pack. In return, he’ll give me a home and keep me safe.

When an injury overturns her ballet career, Isabella decides to move to a new city so she can start fresh and discover who she is without dance. The last person she expects to meet is the angry MMA fighter living next door. Kane has spent his entire life putting up walls to keep people out, and he's never had any problem doing it—until Isabella. Because the second the sweet ballerina appears in his life, it becomes apparent that his short fuse and brazen rudeness are not going to be enough to keep her away. And suddenly, that doesn't seem like the worst thing in the world.

If only falling for Night, the alpha of our rival pack, was the least of my problems. Now Troy, the fallen alpha of my old pack, has escaped from prison, and Night wants to hunt down. If we’re going to have a chance of uniting the King and Warg packs, we need to stop the violence. But if Night and I can’t agree, I can't help but wonder what hope there is for us. When I discover that I’m pregnant with Night’s child, the timing couldn’t be worse. Troy is still on the loose and Night has uncovered sinister activity within my pack.

Vance Hale has everything. A ridiculous amount of money, an Ivy-league education, and a 1,000-watt smile that can charm the designer dress right off a girl. He’s also going to have a future that includes me—whether he wants it or not. I don’t care that he’s trying to reform his playboy ways, or that he made a bet to go 90 days without the touch of a woman. I’ve spent the last decade planning my revenge and I need a partner in crime. This gorgeous, cunning man should do fine.

I killed my father and started a mafia war. The marriage I’ve been running from may now be my only salvation. The problem is, I can no longer say I don’t want Giovanni Guerra. And wanting a man like him could prove far more dangerous than my traitorous family. All is fair in love and war, and vengeance…vengeance will be mine.

Cullen Ayers wants to make me pay. His torment becomes my life, and I endure every moment because I deserve it. What started as revenge quickly turns into lust. He’s only eighteen, and I should be ashamed of how good this feels when we’re alone, but I can’t help myself. I’m in too deep. I’m starting to discover his family’s secrets go far deeper than I first thought. The more I uncover, the more ways he finds to punish me.

Thatcher Reed is unhinged. I’ve known that since he held me captive in a cabin at twelve years old. We were both left with the scars from that summer but pardon me for not having sympathy for my kidnapper. It took years and countless therapy sessions to finally move on from Thatcher, only for me to find myself within his reach again.