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Control built my empire. She might destroy it all. To some, my creation, ARGUS, is a weapon. To others, it's a safeguard. The system sees all, finds every connection, leaves no secret buried. Yet she found my blind spot. I gave her everything—my bed, my secrets, my trust. The heart I'd buried under years of ambition and isolation. Only to discover she didn't find me by accident. Former CIA. Investigating a deadly leak. Hired by shadows to hunt rumors that could destroy everything I've built.

My mate called me weak and walked away. Annie I try not to think about mating the wild wolf from the Last Pack. It happened. He left. The witch sorted me out and life kept going. I’m anxious all the time—every moment of every day—but I’m not worried about him. He hates me, and he’s not coming back. He made that perfectly clear. I should have worried. After all, everyone like me knows the first rule of anxiety—if you don’t worry about something, it will happen. And the mate who left me is now trespassing on my pack’s territory, and this time, when I run, he chases. Justus My mate is damaged.

Stuck living in the catacombs underneath what used to be NYC, I've managed to stay hidden and alive and safe-ish. But when my guardian fails to return from a supply run, I'm forced to contemplate life on the surface. Worse? Three warriors have infiltrated my home, insisting that I am the last gold dragon they've been searching for. That everything I know everything I've believed is a lie.

I was matched once. An Alpha who promised me forever, who made me believe in all those things they say about true mates. And then I lost him. After that, I stopped dreaming. Stopped hoping. I told myself some bonds only come once in a lifetime… and mine was already gone. So when a surprise inheritance drags me from city life to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, I plan to keep things simple. Sign the papers. Sell the land. Drive away and forget this place ever existed. Then I meet them. Cash. Walker. Ridge. Three Alphas with stubborn streaks, patient smiles, and that maddening cowboy charm.

When trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want. I offer her a deal. I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed. One night of submission.

I'm Noah Carter, and this is my confession. My story is one of vengeance that twisted into a love I never saw coming. My target? Baron Hunt, the man whose ruthlessness shattered my family. The plan was simple: seduce his daughter Stella to force her father's hand, making him pay for his past transgressions. She became an unwitting pawn in a game of retribution that was supposed to end with my victory. Instead, I realized that the heart doesn't follow the rules of revenge.

With no other choice but to move out and quit my job, I'm forced to exist on ramen and stay in a cheap motel while I figure out my life. Just when it's starting to look like Santa didn't read my letters, I land a seasonal job at Wrap It Up, where the holiday spirit is sorely lacking. It's easy to see why when the three owners are known as the Three Scrooges. Hot, rich, and grumpy will only get them coal in their stockings unless they can turn staff morale around.

Running into Lyric Taylor again was a stroke of luck, a second chance at fate. It also brought back the reality of the situation I put us in all those years ago when we were kids. I left when my world came crashing down. Instead of letting her know what was going on, I chose to run and leave her behind, breaking both of our hearts in the worst way possible.

My ex joined the anti-magick alliance. He branded me with their crest. Turns out, he’s played with the wrong witch. I grew up believing I was human. My entire town hated supers, but I’ve always been drawn to them. Especially mages.

One wild night turns into two pink lines. Sleeping with the best man at my cousin’s wedding felt right at the time—he was a hot, available firefighter, and I was the tipsy maid of honor. It’s a rite of passage. No regrets… until two pink lines flipped my world upside down. Now I’m wildly unprepared and trying to hide my pregnancy in my small Alaskan town where privacy is a myth and gossip spreads faster than frostbite. But wait, it gets worse. Baby Daddy just came back to town—with a fiancée in tow. And guess who she wants to plan their wedding? Me. Keeping the secret was hard enough.

I swear I didn't do it on purpose. All I wanted was a harmless kiss from the handsome stranger at my eighteenth birthday party. But when he said that he doesn't kiss "annoying little girls," I stupidly decided to flirt with a random guy to make him jealous. I never wanted that random guy to fall in love with me. But now I have a new boyfriend while I can't stop thinking about the guy who doesn't care that I exist. So it's time to move on and focus on my new relationship.

I laid a plan to trap her for I'm the predator and she's my prey. I'm Anson Larue, and this is my truth. Nova King was once my everything until she stole from me. Back then, I didn't get a chance to make her pay. Seven years later, I'm shocked to see Nova in Savannah, working at my buddy's sister's company. She's hoodwinked all her colleagues, and even her boss refuses to cut ties with her after I reveal her deceit. This time, I'm not letting her get away. I hatch a plan to show the world who she really is.

Saffron A. Kent presents Book 3 in the Bad Boys of Bardstown series.

The Organisation has despatched Ishmael and his partner Penny to Coronach House on the shores of Loch Ness where the secretive but highly influential Baphamet Group are holding their annual meeting. The Organisation believes an imposter has infiltrated the Group and they have instructed Ishmael to root him – or her – out. It’s not Ishmael’s only mission. The first agent sent by the Organisation has been found dead in her room, murdered in a horribly gruesome manner. Ishmael must also discover who killed his fellow agent, Jennifer Rifkin – and why.

I'm like a snake shedding its skin. Shedding my old life. All the pain and torment are in the past while I figure out who I am. I fled from one monster only to find three more. What do a professional MMA fighter, a man who struggles to let anyone in, and our coach have in common? Me. They help me train. Help me find myself, my strength, my solace through MMA training and through my now uncaged desires. When the nightmares that plague my sleep come calling, will the strength I've found be enough?

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

Silas and I agree on one thing, and one thing only: my ruthless, heartless, narcissistic jerk of an ex-fiancé needs to be taken down a notch. So we do what anyone would do: we pretend to be a couple.

Queen. Savior. Sacrifice. The realms are fracturing—and Vale Tenebris stands at the center of the storm. With chaos spreading across the continent, Vale must harness the magic she barely understands to protect her kingdom and the ones she loves. The bonds with her mates have been tested, and the forces threatening to tear their world apart grow stronger by the day. As ancient powers stir and secrets come to light, Vale is thrust into a race against time to stop a war that could consume the realms.

Vale Tenebris never intended to honor the pact with the cursed Beast of a king, nor did she expect to fall so hard for the dragon shifters who saved her life. But when the ruthless Guild infiltrates the kingdom, this witch finds herself caught between impending war and the promise she never meant to keep.

I’m an up-and-coming plus-sized designer who gets strong-armed into playing nanny for a month so I’ll have enough money to put my fashion line into production. Sounds like an easy plan. Only, the dad of that baby is my first crush. The star of my late-night fantasies beneath the sheets. The guy who never noticed I was alive. Charles Harlow. Older. Rich as sin. Sex on a stick. And my stepbrother. I can handle this. One month caring for an adorable baby and my money troubles will be solved. It’s living with three chiseled alphas that might be my downfall.