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Magnus shoved in another big bite of food, chewed and swallowed. “I am going tae take most of the vessels. I will secure them, guard them, and will live the rest of m’life as the keeper of the vessels. Nae a king but a guardian.” Lady Mairead tossed her napkin to the table and threw up her hands. “This daft idea makes a mockery of thoughtful decisions.” Magnus took a sip of coffee. “Tis nae a mockery, tis a wise idea. Dost ye want tae ken how I hae came tae it?” “It canna possibly be through deliberation.”

It’s been two years since Chiara Kennedy lost her dearest friend, Rory. Chiara misses everything about her. Rory’s widowed husband is another story. Sebastian Ryder is a man Chiara had secretly wanted, let slip away, and hoped to never see again. Then fate throws them together for an unexpected one-night stand and a morning after of new challenges.

My name is Alice, and I live in the Bugpocalypse. I survived my first post-apocalyptic winter, and spring is here. That’s bad news! With warm weather comes the endless swarms of deadly bugs. I need to forage for food, but there’s just one little problem. Okay, so “little” isn’t the best word to describe the fierce Xarc’n warrior who is obsessed with me. Kaj’k is freakin’ huge! And his sharp claws, pointy fangs, and massive horns are scary. I reject his gift of food and flowers, but my massively muscled alien hunter doesn’t get the hint.

He came out of nowhere. A Dragon King. Lethal, commanding, and utterly captivating. He stood beside me without hesitation, as if we were already bound by something deeper. I told myself I didn’t need him. That I could walk away untouched. But I was wrong. He’s everything I swore I’d avoid—dangerous, relentless, tempting in ways that unravel my every defense. And no matter how hard I try to resist, the pull between us only grows stronger.

Magnus and Kaitlyn are in two different places, two different times. There's a son that needs to be protected. A family that has been displaced. A bad guy with a grudge. And a Highlander without a home.

Anastasia Cooper is the most hated woman in Sorelle. To avoid the modern slavery charges leveled against her by her scheming stepsister, she opts for a quiet life under house arrest to escape the frenzy of the media. But she wasn't banking on them. The Tate brothers. Feared by all, everyone knows that Christopher, Silas, and Rafael Tate are the real power behind the throne of Sorelle. And they've been looking for Stasi for a very long time. Determined to make Stasi's life as difficult as possible, Kit, Silas, and Rafe take every opportunity to remind her how far she's fallen.

I’ve been looking for my Prince Charming my entire life. When ravenous, human-eating bugs descend from the skies, I think my dream is doomed—until a musclebound Xarc’n hunter rescues me from certain death. Tarv’k is strong and brave, and the purring in his chest turns my knees to jelly. Too bad he’s pretending not to be interested. I might be small and soft-spoken, but I’m also stubborn; I get what I want. He won’t know what hit him!

Everyone they love is in the past. The throne is in the future, it demands to be reckoned with. And Kaitlyn and Magnus must protect the son, no matter the cost. Even if it means losing it all.

A knight in shining loincloth. That’s what I’m looking for. I’ve been lusting after the Xarc’n hunters since they landed on Earth, offering to help us fight the alien bugs. These seven feet tall, musclebound warriors are horned, clawed, and fanged—the ultimate protectors. And Rajiv’k is the perfect specimen. Just one problem: I can’t fall in love. Nope! Not after the crappy relationships I’ve had. I refuse to deal with a broken heart during the bugpocalypse. No way! So I keep things transactional, his protection for my companionship. What can go wrong, right?

A kingdom might be lost. Vessels need to be secured. Friends need to be saved and there is an uncle that needs to be reckoned with. Through it all, Magnus and Kaitlyn need to keep their family together.

A Reaper who doesn’t reap is like a custard donut without the custard. Pointless. Between getting my ass kicked by Azazel in the training room, avoiding Conah, and verbally sparing with Mal, I’m beginning to get a feel for what it means to be a Dominus Reaper. The guys might not think I’m ready to get out and do my job, but I have a team of reapers relying on me, and I’m not about to let them down. Leadership? No problem. Teamwork? Bring it. It’s time to jump into the fray.

My mate’s scent calls to me. I hunt it, each step taking me closer to the one thing I came to Earth to find. These silly humans think they’ve captured me. What a joke. They’ve captured nothing! I’m here for my female, and nothing can stop me. I will find her, and I will claim her. She is mine! When my mate runs right into me and begs for me to take her away, I can hardly believe my ears. Today must be my lucky day!

My home, once filled with love and affection, is now cold and empty. As if the war going on outside wasn’t enough, I’m reeling from this hurt and betrayal. Meanwhile, the casualties of this war are piling up. We can only do so much against an enemy we barely understand. They’re closing in and we’re running out of options. And fighters.

Piper needed a job. Any job would do. But when the temp agency assigns her to clean the house of a bunch of snobby rich men, she isn’t sure it's worth it. Stuck in a job she has no choice but to keep, Piper becomes even more indebted to her employers when she breaks a priceless vase. However, her clumsiness is the least of Piper’s troubles. Her mysterious and dangerously tempting employers have a secret. One that they are willing to kill to keep. Will she be able to save her job? Let alone live through it?

Magnus and Kaitlyn are trying to heal. To live. To love. But they're entangled in futures and pasts that threaten to pull them apart. "You get scared?" "Aye, sometimes. Mostly for ye. I am scared I winna be able tae keep ye safe." There are vessels that must be secured. A castle with walls that have been breached. A baby about to be born, and a future that demands to be reckoned with. But through it all Magnus loves Kaitlyn and maybe that is enough...

There are competing theories, one: that time moves in a straight line from birth to death, one step after another along a path. Or two: time is a wheel. For now, his family is safe, but there is one big issue... Lochie asked, “How many vessels are there?” Magnus said, “There are about twenty-six, by last count.” “How many do you have in your possession?” “We have about six, here, there are more in the kingdom. We hae lost track.” Lochie said, “I think the losin’ track might be an issue.”

Siobhan’s scent calls me to claim her, but I tell her the same lie I tell everyone else: I’m not interested in a mate. I focus on her delicious creations instead, even though she’s the one I truly crave. I try to stay away, but I cannot. Everything draws me to her, and when I learn of her quest to find her sister, my mouth offers to help before my brain can stop it. I’m a failed hunter, not worthy of a mate, and every moment alone with the tempting female tests my control. She thinks of me as her protector, but if she knew the thoughts I have of her, she’d run the other way.

The Collapse changed everything. Good men became killers. Strong women became property. And every day turned into a fight for survival. I once dreamed of becoming a nurse. That dream went up in flames the same day I graduated nursing school, when women were banned from holding any kind of medical license. Now as an unlicensed medic, I travel what was once the southwestern United States, trading medical services for food, transportation, and shelter with the hopes of reaching Canada.

Magnus and Kaitlyn have new commitments, adventures, and dangers, taking them from 1929 New York City to 1887 Montana, 1904 Paris, and to a war for their kingdom in the 24th century.

No one ever told me the bugpocalypse would be so lonely. I was ready when the man-eating space bugs descended from the skies. I have everything I need in my fortress: food, water, and my dog, Waffles, but I'm bored out of my gourd and lonely AF. So when a Xarc’n warrior breaks into my home, I decide to “detain” my purple intruder. Note to self: Tranquilizer darts and zip ties do not hold big, burly hunters. At all. Now I have more muscley warrior than I know what to do with pressing me up against the counter and claiming I’m his.