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Selene cares about three things in life. Her prestigious position as Lieutenant of the Guard that very few of the elite at Court feel she deserves. Her beloved sister and niece: humiliating reminders of her humble origins. Her penchant for rare and expensive dining—a status symbol and marker of the success she's attained. Austin only cares about one thing in life: Music. But Austin's rockstar dreams never came true, and the bottom of the bottle isn't giving him the answers he's searching for. Maybe, just maybe, a prickly Shade with a secret wild side will.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name's Eric. I'm 18 years old and life is mediocre at best. My best friends are failing Twitch streamers, my boss has a mullet, and I spend every day working at one of the remaining video rental places in the known universe. I live off of a steady diet of VHS tapes, vintage porn, and video games. Let's just say that I wasn't exactly high up on the social ladder. I'd pretty much resigned myself to the fact that life wasn't a bitchin' '80s movie or action flick...until one day, it was.

After her one attempt at commitment ends in the worst kind of betrayal, Maggie Lawson vows that the only people she’ll love ’til death do they part will be her friends. Unfortunately, that means Maggie letting her bestie rope her into a year-long dating dare: score a new date each month or pay a penalty. It seems doable—until Maggie’s date stands her up, leaving only one option: the sexy stud who just moved in upstairs. The problem? He and Maggie can’t stop fighting—and that’s just the beginning.

Once, the name Macalister Hale was uttered in the boardroom with respect. Now, it’s whispered in disgrace at cocktail parties hosted by Boston’s elite. Scandal nearly destroyed me, but the one thing larger than my infamy is my bank account, and I’ve learned money can solve anything. Well - almost anything.

Having just dealt with the pesky Dragon of Frost, Arc declares herself the new ruler of the dragons to snuff all her problems at the core and seek the entrance to the Forgotten Places, the place where the corruption resides, all to grow stronger.

The strangest thing about Annie's new reality isn't that she's now in the body of a seven-year-old child, the beloved Lillith, feared dead by her family after a particularly nasty bout of pneumonia. It's that she's constantly having to conceal her adult intellect, which is not only advanced but otherworldly. Sure, being a young woman and a grad student in twenty-first-century America had its challenges, but this life as Lillith presents even tougher obstacles. She must tread carefully to conceal her vast knowledge of biology, math, physics, and . . . being an adult.

My life was nothing but mundane until the night I met her. Lustful, beautiful...and also a fairy. And after one wild night, she's chosen me as the savior of an entire race of fae—a race that has lost the means to protect themselves, to rebuild everything they’ve lost, and most of all, to procreate. They need to be rebuilt and re-bred, and I’m just the man for the job.

If there's one thing Verity will consistently do, it's spontaneously make terrible decisions. Sometimes they work out well—so far, smuggling her rescue cat into the shadow realm has been a great success—but more often than not, she ends up with a bigger mess to clean up than she started with.

All Áine wants for her twenty-second birthday is a night out in New York City with her normal human friends. But when her roommate stumbles into oncoming traffic, Áine breaks the bind on her extraordinary witch-born power to save her. With Áine's magick now freed, her world shifts, and the voice of a male witch commands her to run. Hunted by dark forces, Áine is taken to Aradia, the witch realm, by the mysterious and captivating witch Daelon. A man of perfect control, Daelon needs Áine's trust to protect her and train her to wield her magick.

For plucky Lillian Avery, America's entry into World War II means a chance to prove herself as a pharmacist in Boston. The challenges of her new job energize her. But society boy Ensign Archer Vandenberg's attentions only annoy-even if he is her brother's best friend.

Lillith has always possessed the ability to feel the grief of the people around her. But now she can harness it and put it to use as well. That said, her recent exploits have labeled her a monster and a villain, specifically "the Mage of Mourning." This title is a nod to both the carnage she leaves in her wake and the tools she implements in the process. But Lillith doesn't need a good reputation. She doesn't even need this life. And she certainly doesn't need to keep her hands free of blood.

The Monster Girl Defense Force is really good at their job. They've carved out a small niche in an otherwise desolate and harsh world, and for the moment, all seems well. But trouble is on the horizon, and to stop it, they'll need something they haven't had in a long time. A man.

I only got into trucking because my granddad was a trucker, and he was the best damn person I ever met. I'd always thought I was your average dude with an 18-wheeler and an addiction to energy drinks, but it turns out there might be something more brewing in my blood. Now instead of some desert highway, I'm stuck in a whole new realm, and it's full of worm cults, actual lot lizards, one seriously smoking catgirl mechanic, and enough sand and bloodthirsty creatures to make me think I took a wrong turn somewhere. But I might be able to add a whole new career path to my resume.

She's a good girl raised in purity culture. He's the campus bad boy. When he uses her to get revenge by stealing her virginity, she steals his heart instead.

When I climbed out to the surface this morning, to scavenge some food for my village, I knew the odds were severely stacked against me. A mere nurse, I had no business going out into the sun, where all kinds of monstrosities roamed. As if to prove my fears right, I was only out in the open for a few minutes when a pack of Kinru spotted me. I was quickly cornered. In a desperate attempt to defend myself, I managed to hurt one in the face...right before the creature was snatched by an even bigger monster. Then everything became a blur. And when I came to, I wasn't the same anymore.

Gargoyle security guard Grayson Lightfoot never celebrates Christmas. It brings back too many bad memories. Besides he's got a job to do—watching over Motham City 24/7 from his rooftop. Maisie doesn't celebrate Christmas either. Orphaned at an early age, she's a sensible human with a mission—to earn enough money to open up a drop-in center for street kids in Motham. So naturally she jumps at a lucrative holiday contract to work as a housekeeper for Grayson.

Traveling to distant, exotic lands and meeting interesting, exciting people is all part of Kelsey's gig as a dungeon. And if she has to kill someone, well . . . they probably had it coming. Ever at her—or at least her avatar's—side is the dependable Anton, and now he's leading her on a quest across the ocean to rescue his people from slavery. That doesn't mean Kelsey can neglect the home front though. Her putative liege, Suliel, has earned a telepathic link to her, allowing the dungeon to coordinate the development of the barony.

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.

Jay Crownover presents Book 2 in the Monsters Duet.

Some people have monsters for a boss, but not everyone has an undead Necromancer Lord at the office. Lily has been the Lich's secretary ever since his evilness took over the company. She loves her job, but she's got some questions about her boss. Like what's under that cloak of ever-billowing. Her wondering intensifies when one day the Lich needs something from her that isn't just scheduling appointments—but a shiver. He needs it for a spell, but it feels like it crosses a line from their usual workplace banter.