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By day, Jasmin Wildacre is an out-of-work chef who spends half her time cooking for her crew and the other half trying to keep them from killing each other. By night, she's the Demon Queen of the Amazon, the star attraction of an illegal cage fighting club. Making her opponents submit, fight after fight, is the only thing that keeps her jaguar from going postal.

I was a top-notch Were agent for the secret paranormal Council and happily living in Chicago, where I had everything I needed - a gym membership, season tickets to the Cubs, and Dwayne - my gay Vampyre best friend. Going back now would mean facing the reason I'd left, and I'd rather chew my own paw off than deal with Hank. Hank the Tank Wilson was the six-foot-three, obnoxious, egotistical, perfect-assed, best-sex-of-my-life Werewolf who cheated on me and broke my heart.

Lana Harvey is an eighth generation reaper, a baby by Eternity standards. She’s been a low-risk soul harvester for three centuries, but her dead-end job finds a new lease on life when Grim drops a promotion in her lap. Lana doesn’t care for the Afterlife Council’s politics, but with her new assignment, she soon finds herself forging uneasy alliances with the movers and shakers of Eternity.

Lucky . . . isn't. In fact, she's considered 'off limits' to the Bedlam Butchers because she's caused them nothing but bad luck in the past. As a bonus? She's also the president's kid sister. Single and lonely? That's Lucky's way of life. Now, the Eighty-Eight Henchmen are harassing her and they're out for blood.

R'jaal has waited many turns of the seasons for his khui to resonate, only to be disappointed time and time again. But when he is taken captive by strange beings hiding in the very tunnels of the fruit caves, he wakes up to find himself in a strange underground cage. Also in the cage? A very pretty unfamiliar human female. She says her name is Rosalind. She makes his khui sing. It's finally his time. There's a big problem, though—Rosalind has no khui of her own. And if she doesn't get one soon, she could die.

Kel Carpenter and Meg Anne present book three in the Grimm Brotherhood series.

Ashira Cohen takes great pride in the detective agency she’s built from scratch. It may be small, but she has big dreams. None of which involve a stakeout gone wrong. Or finding a mysterious tattoo hidden on her scalp. Or discovering it’s a now-broken ward intended to suppress dangerous supernatural powers that she should not possess. Don’t even get her started on the golem. The only bright spot is that her unruly powers nearly kill her long-time nemesis, Levi, the uptight leader of the magic community. No, right… that’s a bad thing.

A land in chaos. A city in ruins. Finn must reach the place where it all began, her peaceful meadow in Greenswallow, hoping to set right the wrongs of her past. Traveling forward blindly, she only wants to retrieve her memories and help Iseult, but little does she know, the fate of men and Faie alike hangs by a string, ready to be plucked by her fingers alone.

Her innocence was going to get her killed. That was if I didn't get to her first. She's the protected little sister of the powerful Ivanov Russian mafia family–the very definition of forbidden. It’s always been my job, as their Head of Security, to watch over her but never to touch. That ends today. She disobeyed me and put herself in danger. It was time to take her in hand. I’m the only one who can save her and I will fight anyone who tries to stop me, including her brothers. Honor and loyalty be damned. She’s mine now.

Trolls belong lurking under bridges, not in the arms of beautiful human women. That's what Hisondine tells me. He's not fooling me, though. I see the way he looks at me. I know the way he touches me. He's huge and muscled and hard as stone. But that's not the only thing about him that makes me feel safe. He treats me like I'm precious. I've been a companion to plenty of monsters, but I've never met one who makes me feel special the way he does.

Shayna is having a run of bad luck. Abducted by aliens, frozen in a cryopod, then thawed out and tossed into a cage to be a meal for a giant sentient spider! Could things possibly get any worse? The Spider Alien's Bite is a slow-burn alien/human romance intended for adult listeners.

Suddenly thrown into a world representing bloodlines I know nothing about, forcing a past I refuse to remember into the present, my world is turned upside down. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t want to go to college; it doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be here. I’ll follow the rules or risk my life. The organization that runs the criminal underworld is no joke.

They call me Rage. My real name is like a shadow, always close behind but never quite able to catch up. I fly under the radar because no one ever suspects I'm capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every day. You see, I'm a girl. I'm 19. And I'm a killer. This life is all I know. It's all I want to know. It keeps the things buried that I need kept buried. It allows me to live without thinking too much. Without dwelling on the past. Until him. It all changes when an ordinary boy becomes my next target. And my first love.

The crew of the pirate ship, the Lovesick Fool, are worried about their navigator, Sentorr. He's obsessed with working, spending all his time on the bridge. It's not work the big blue alien is truly obsessed with, though. It's a female. Sentorr's convinced that Zoey, a female navigator on another pirate ship, is his mate. She won't show him her face, though, or agree to meet him. She's happy to have steamy, late-night conversations with him over comm channels, though.

Everything seems to stand in the way of my Aceholes and me, but we stand together. Through thick and thin, till death do us part. My egg donor is dead, and The Games have finally arrived. Stepping into Beechwood Hall, the challenges surprise even me. Featherstone seems to want our blood, or is Totem behind even this? We must find our way, as we move into the darkness. Will we survive the carnage, or will we be consumed by the depths of hell they’re willing to put us through?

A war is brewing in the Wastes, and I seem to be in the center. With old horrors stirring, and bonds breaking can, I do what it takes to save us all? Or will my need for vengeance be our downfall? First, I have to face my biggest challenge yet, myself. One thing is certain, the sands will turn red before The Summit is through.

Sophie Burroughs is determined to be a witch. Her grandmother was a witch. All the other supes say she smells like a witch, but she can’t cast a spell to save her life. Sprouting fur is so not on her to-do list. But when a smokin' hot werewolf bites her and then accuses her of crimes against his pack, she has until the next full moon to prove him wrong and stop his magic from transforming her into a wolf.

Almost 3,000 years after an extinction-level event on Earth, mankind seeks to regain its former glory, in a new world where magic and technology collide. Laney Herder, a commoner in the realm of Wexbury, finds herself thrust into the world of nobles and knights. At the side of her Lady Celeste, Knight of the Realm, she goes on an epic journey from being a simple chicken farmer to one of the greatest heroes of the realm, while helping the Lands of Sparo avoid a second Great Mage War.

When last we met, dear friends, a man had come calling, claiming to be Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, my dead British ex-spy. A notion I'd find ludicrous, if the handsome imposter didn't, in fact, look exactly like my dead British ex-spy. But there's no time for that mystery when a quiet walk on our private stretch of beach turns up something far more pressing - another tragedy in my beloved small Washington town. That's right. I, Stevie Cartwright, ex-witch turned amateur sleuth, have stumbled upon another murder. But this time it's closer to home, more personal.

As a princess of the light of elves, their two kinds have been separated since before her birth. When a royal messenger arrives inviting them to a ball hosted by the king of the dark elves, Elvie knows she cannot pass up on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even after the warnings from her father, Elvie knows this will be a night she’ll never forget. She expected to end the night with sore feet from the endless hours of dancing…not to be engaged to the king himself!