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Rick Stiles loved his simple Florida beach life: guiding tourists around the swamp and then spearfishing offshore for a fresh catch dinner. But when Rick comes to the surface after a dive and finds that everyone on Earth has turned into stone, his laid back life is over. Luckily he finds a fellow survivor, the beautiful waitress Jasmine Rhodes, and the two set out together into the ominous quiet of a stone world. Rick is a survivor, but his skills will be put to the test against other survivors in a lawless world.

Vance has been Lord of Brakith for months, but it’s time to leave the city behind and venture into the Frozen Wastes. He has an undead army at his side, and a party of beautiful and powerful women. He’ll hunt down his Uncle and any followers of the Blood God. Every last one of them will bend the knee in worship to the new Death God. Of course, there’ll be necromancy, new skills, new women, and hordes of enemies to kill and resurrect for his army.

Wes Rhodes wasn’t prepared to wake up in a medieval-style equipment room. He wasn’t expecting to fight his way through a deadly dungeon today, either. But when he makes it through before the timer runs out, his entire perspective shifts. Now, he’s the guy with a whole other dimension waiting inside the magic crystal in his pocket, and nothing will ever be the same. All he’s gotta do is make it out alive and get back to Earth each and every time. And the payoff is worth it. There’s monsters to slay, loot to gain, and even some sexy women to save from certain doom.

Vance Chauzec, God of Death, sets his sights across the Sea of Storms. With an army of undead minions and his faithful women by his side, he sails to Yeng to face a mighty warlock and hunt down rumors of a Dragon Goddess. But the Hooded Man and the Blood God are still out there, and the Church of Light are not pleased there is a new God of Death on the scene.

The end has come. With his undead horde and party of beautiful goddesses, Vance sets out from Yeng to the Luminescent Spires. His quest is simple: destroy the Blood God, once and for all.

Cooking has always been my passion, but at forty-nine years old, I’ve come to terms with the fact that not everyone can appreciate a truly magnificent dish. Until I walked straight into the magical world of Innothlig. Here, the gods are worshiped through food, and only the most talented chefs can hold their own at the prestigious and highly competitive cooking academies. I don’t know how I ended up in this world, or how I’m suddenly back in my twenty-five-year-old body.

Kirk Jensen always chased his dreams. He even left home and chased them across the country. He expected that hard work, training, and determination would make his dreams a reality. Afterall, people always say that if you work hard, you can achieve your goals. He did not expect to be a short order cook working long shifts for minimum wage. He certainly didn't expect to take the garbage out one night and find himself confronted by a thousand pounds of fury armed with fangs and claws. He did not expect to survive.

I have the perfect life. The one everyone wants. Riches, glamour, beauty. Parents determined to find the perfect alpha mate for their perfect omega daughter. And that's the problem, isn't it? I don't want those alphas—any of them—and my parents are becoming impatient. But everything changes when a blown out tire throws me into the path of an untamed pack of alphas.

Damien had planned it all out. He had the support of his wealthy parents, loyal friends who shared his goals, even a high-ranked Core just waiting for him to use. One more Dungeon run and he would be set–he was finally going to take the first real step on the path to fame and fortune as a Hero. The future was so bright, he needed shades to see it. Was, in the past tense. Because Damien just died.

I may be an Omega, but that won’t stop me making my own way in life. I've fought for my place at this elite college despite my background, my designation, and a family who thinks I can't make it on my own. I'm determined I won’t end up as a play thing for some Alpha.

Kirk Jensen is living the dream. He was offered his dream job, slapped handcuffs on his nemesis, and is going to get the murder charges hanging over June's head dismissed. Who knows, maybe there will be a wedding in the near future. Everyone who's tried to destabilize the peace on Kodiak Island is going behind bars for a very long time. Now, Kirk has a choice to make. Does he take the job he's always wanted since he was a kid, uproot his growing pack, and move across the country? Or, does he continue to be the best small-town cop Alaska has ever seen?

Eight years ago, we had our first extraterrestrial visitors. But they did not come in peace. Instead, they released a virus that transformed most of Earth’s population into undead monsters, and few who survived the initial onslaught were prepared for the chaos that followed. Somehow I survived the end of the world, and since then, I’ve just been trying to make it to each sunrise. But then my sister went missing. Last I heard, she was in a compound several states away. Most would see the journey as a suicide mission, but she’s the last family I have, and I’m going to find her.

Kirk Jensen is living the dream. He was offered his dream job, slapped handcuffs on his nemesis, and is going to get the murder charges hanging over June's head dismissed. Who knows, maybe there will be a wedding in the near future. Everyone who's tried to destabilize the peace on Kodiak Island is going behind bars for a very long time. Now, Kirk has a choice to make. Does he take the job he's always wanted since he was a kid, uproot his growing pack, and move across the country? Or, does he continue to be the best small-town cop Alaska has ever seen?

No one knows why it started, but the monster invasion all began right here, in Heathen Row. Ever since, men all over the world have been on the menu. And women have been at the frontlines, hunting the predators. But in a world where women are over-armed, over-paid, and under-satiated, Chris Hart isn’t staying safe inside while the monsters come out to feast. He’s living a double life, and doing his damndest to make sure no scientists, corporations, or hired monster hunters find out about the powers he gained the night he came to Heathen Row.

This feud between our packs has cost us the omega we love. We messed up. All six of us. And now we’ve lost her. Time to put our animosity to one side and work together. We’re going to win her back.

Everyone around me seems to be landing their dream pack. Not me. I'm destined for a life of stress baking with only cats and books for company. Why? No pack wants to date the little sister of the notorious Stormgate brothers. Especially when that sister is an omega with a smart mouth and a scent that's—now how did the last alpha describe it? Spicy.

Goodbye heartache, liars, and cheats. I’m hot-tailing it to the city to escape all my problems. What I don’t expect is to find a whole heap more. Right at the top of the pile: turns out I’m not the beta I always believed.

He wasn't the slightly fat, fast-food-slinging new guy anymore. His whole existence changed that night he was attacked by a bear and joined the ranks of Kodiak Island's shifter community. He even managed to land his dream job on the island's police force. But Kirk is so much more than just another werewolf shifter. He's an alpha bear, the most powerful shifter on the island, and wanted by both of the dueling packs as an ally to settle their centuries-long feud.

Since the Clan Invasion of 3050 ended in failure, there have been those who have not forgotten Nicholas Kerensky’s ultimate goal: The conquering of Terra, and the rise of one clan above all others…to become the ilClan, and rule over both the rest of the Clans and the Inner Sphere…regardless of what the Great Houses may say about it…

Most mercenary units fly flags on two flagpoles at their headquarters: one with their unit’s flag, and other bearing the flag of their current employer. However, the Third Regimental Combat Team—a.k.a. the Eridani Light Horse—leaves one flagpole bare, as a reminder of the death of the Star League, and the other pole flies the Light Horse’s unit and regimental flags at half-mast.