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A Christmas road trip? Disaster ahead, Garrett. I know I messed up when I broke Rory’s heart eight months ago. I also know we can’t spend more than ninety minutes together without everything crumbling, and the drive back to Pine Harbour is six times that long. Too bad leaving Rory behind—or for good—just isn’t an option. Whether she likes it or not, I’m her guy. Her ride home.

Roman Melnikov is a deadly man in an expensive suit. I know what lies beneath the façade—the scars and tattoos that hint at the man he really is. He came here to find his sister, and his search led him to my dad and his friends. We both want to take them down, and the only way to do that is together. I had no idea how dangerous it would be, or that by the end of it, we'd all be covered in blood. Loving Roman is dangerous, but I can't let him go. His path is leading him straight to hell, and it looks like I'm coming along for the ride.

Eighteen years old, a Bratva princess, and Lev Melnikov's daughter. That should be enough to keep me away, but the second I see Natalya all grown up, I know she's mine. I try to fight what I feel for her, but my principessa is determined to bring me to my knees, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get me there.

In the dark underbelly of the mob, Tristan Caine has been an anomaly. As the only non-blooded member in the high circle of the Tenebrae Outfit, he is an enigma to all. His skills are unparalleled, his morality is questionable, and his motives are unknown. He is lethal and he knows it. As does Morana Vitalio, the genius extraordinaire daughter of the rival family. What Caine does with weapons, Morana does with computers. When a twenty-year-old mystery resurfaces, Morana infiltrates Caine's house, intent on killing him, unaware of a tie that binds them together.

Kidnapped, tortured, and chained to a wall… It's not at all how I imagined meeting the love of my life. Music has always been my passion, but as soon as I see Talia Medvedev, I know things have changed. I become obsessed, and instead of the familiar black-and-white keys, it's her body I want to play—her moans, the beautiful music I want to hear. She quickly becomes my reason for breathing, and I'll do anything to protect her, even if that means making the biggest sacrifice of my life.

He was never supposed to touch me. I was never supposed to love him. But some lines don’t stay drawn. I live in a world of rules and expectations, where obedience is survival and love is a liability. I was the innocent one. The youngest sister. Sheltered by my brothers and kept far away from the family’s darker affairs. Until him. He’s dangerous. Nameless. Obsessive. Mine for one stolen hour a week, and every time he leaves me, he takes a piece of me with him.

THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN’T FALL FOR HIS PREY. Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey, and sin. Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline—and leaves it bleeding. I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power. Humans were beneath us—soft, fragile, fleeting things. Fine for entertainment. Never for mating. Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.

Vadka Dragunov—Bratva executioner, cold-blooded strategist… and my dead sister’s husband. The man who built his empire in blood and protected it with silence. The man with a stare that holds me hostage—and a voice that cuts straight through me. I've avoided him, and the way he makes me feel, as I've wallowed in my own grief following my sister's death. But now there's no escape. I’m living in his world. I've been targeted. The Irish want war. And the only safe place left is under his watch… or under him.

Be careful what you wish for… I don’t just dream about possessive anti-heroes, I crave them. The dark, dangerous ones dripping with Bratva energy, the ones who claim you with a single look and make the world kneel just to keep you safe.

Kerris Moreton should be the happiest woman in the world: She has a successful business and is about to start the family she's always wanted. But the man of her dreams—the one whose green eyes see straight into her soul and whose hands make her body hum with—is not hers. Each secret moment with Walsh Bennett serves to remind Kerris of what she's missing. And every stolen hour makes it harder to see her future without him. But being with Walsh would betray a sacred promise and upend her perfect life. When tragedy strikes, the razor's edge between love and loyalty grows sharper than ever.

They thought she was unsuitable as a bride because she was mute. I thought that made her perfect. Silent. Invisible. I could pretend she didn’t even exist.

My mother taught me the rules of being a mafia princess. Don't ask stupid questions. Smile even when it hurts. Stay pretty and pure and perfect. Following the rules got her killed. So I do the one thing my mother couldn't: I run, leaving my fiancé at the altar, my throne empty, and my life behind. Five years later, I stumble back home looking for answers... and instead, they find me. The ex, the bodyguard, and the billionaire. Kings of the city, sitting on a stolen throne. They've changed all the rules. They don't want a pretty, polite princess. They demand a queen.

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

From the New York Times bestselling author of Before I Let Go comes a powerful forbidden romance about one woman on the brink of making a life-altering decision. Kerris Moreton knows how to make things work. Bounced from foster home to foster home as a kid, she adapted; when opportunity arose...

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia. At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key. You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song?

Nothing makes me happier than helping my serious, reclusive boss… but his next project requires a wife! I’m a meek little mouse of an assistant who calls my boss “Mr. Newton Smith” more often than not, but when I overhear that Rufus’s business partner is bent on embarrassing him for making up a fake fiancée, I know I need to reinvent myself—as his wife-to-be. I only expect a single night of playing pretend. I don’t expect every detail Rufus has told people about his fake fiancée to be me.

It ends where it begins. Four couples. Six books. One saga. Tristan and Morana. Dante and Amara. Alpha and Zephyr. Shadow Man and Lyla. The world is darker. The game more dangerous. The stakes much more deadly. A new era is born.

All monsters dwell in the dark, but the most dangerous ones walk in the sun. That's why I protected Becca from the real me. Because when you go looking for revenge. Sometimes, it finds you, instead. Providence is my peace, and Becca is my anchor. When both vanish, my "working man" persona implodes, leaving a cold-blooded killer with nothing to lose.

I went to Vegas to get married, only she married someone else, so why shouldn’t I do the same? It’s the best way to stop public speculation about my jilted groom status. But even better, something about Shay has flipped a switch inside me—suddenly I can write music again. Only my new little wifey isn’t thrilled about our marriage. She says drunken mistake. I say best night ever. Of course I’m right, and I’ll use everything I’ve got to convince her.

My name is Reina Ellis. Popular. Beautiful. Untouchable. Problem is, I remember none of it. His name is Asher Carson. Gorgeous. Silent. Dark. Oh, and my future husband. He has three rules for me: I’ll bow. I’ll break. I’ll pay for what I’ve done. Problem is, I don’t remember what I’ve done, but I have a clue. There was a fire. A dead girl. And I was there.