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Bryce Quinlan had the perfect life until a demon murdered her closest friends. When the accused is behind bars but the crimes start up again, Bryce finds herself at the heart of the investigation. She'll do whatever it takes to avenge their deaths. Hunt Athalar is a notorious Fallen angel, now enslaved to the Archangels. His brutal skills and incredible strength have been set to one purpose-to assassinate his boss's enemies, no questions asked. But with a demon wreaking havoc in the city, he's offered an irresistible deal: help Bryce find the murderer, and his freedom will be within reach.

Three men. One woman. When danger and desire collide. They thrive off the thrill of the chase, unapologetic in their pursuit to always hit their mark—or get their woman. Businessmen by day, hitmen by night, these frat brothers live, work, and kill together. They're dangerous, raw, and too...

They thrive off the thrill of the chase, unapologetic in their pursuit to always hit their mark—or get their woman. Businessmen by day, hitmen by night, these frat brothers live, work, and kill together. They're dangerous, raw, and too ruthless for their best friend's little sister, who should be off-limits to them, especially with an enemy who is always circulating in their orbit. They could get her killed if they aren't careful.

Several years have passed since the incidents surrounding the Coin of the Sun. Having received a letter from Holo, Norah the former shepherdess and Eve the merchant woman travel north--and on the way, they end up in the same wagon as Diana the alchemist! Were Lawrence and Holo able to find...

Club owner Cruz Crowne is reckless in the streets and ruthless between the sheets. Santari Lake should be afraid of what he might do, but it's her curiosity about what he won't do that's driving her insane. He could ruin her with one touch, and make her laugh in the same breath, unraveling her piece by piece. Some men don't just steal your heart, they snatch your soul.

For Rori Mitchell, delulu is decidedly not the solulu. Getting her lick back is. What starts as chance encounter at a sporting event ends up being a perfect distraction from the chaos of a broken heart. Instead of throwing herself into work, she throws herself—for good or bad—into Tatum Wilder. An offensive tackle for the Connecticut Kings, Tatum is used to high-stakes games and intense scrutiny. On the field, he's a powerhouse; off the field, he's a country boy with gentleman tendencies . . . and a propensity toward knowing the right thing to say at all times. Well. Most of the time.

Judah Jennings is the third of the Jennings Mafia Family. As the youngest of the camp, he is smart, quick-witted, and fearless. When he is given a direct order from the Cartel, he doesn't think twice before disregarding it. Because in his mind, nobody checks a Jennings. His decision has put the family in the middle of a war they didn't see coming. Now he has to make a decision. Does he put the family first or continue being reckless, forever?

From visionary creator Kenya Barris (beloved TV sitcom Black-ish and the podcast Unusual Suspects). Starring comedy legends Jenifer Lewis, Cedric the Entertainer, and Niecy Nash-Betts, Big Age follows recently retired couple Dot and Butch Watts' reluctant relocation to their new Floridian home, Sunset Gardens, a senior community that is anything but relaxing.

If you're reading this, I'm dead. Dani Jenkins is a boss. A model turned influencer, she doesn't have time for taking a risk on romance. She prefers to keep things casual, but when her mentor Tanya dies, she is brought face-to-face with the man who broke her heart. Dani and Micah had their...

I knew how to love because I loved my Yaya more than life. I knew that I could love because of the baby I had grown within me and now held; I loved her more than I loved myself. As I watched this man sleep peacefully beside me, one arm around me, keeping me close, I knew that I loved him. I knew that I could see forever with him, and I knew that he would kill any and everything moving when it came to protecting me.

I was not without sin. I carried my name for a reason. Screwing things up was just part of who I was. Sometimes people got hurt because of me. Sometimes they died. After being exiled from the world I’d created with my best friends, I was left to punish myself for my sins against the girl they loved. The sins I spent hours begging whatever entity was out there to forgive me for. But maybe I wasn’t supposed to be forgiven. Maybe I was who I was because I was meant for something bigger than me. Maybe I was always meant for her. The girl with the colorful eyes who never spoke.

There were a lot of things that I could live without. I had lived without freedom for the past fifteen years. My wife was someone that I couldn't live without, and I needed her. Alaia saved a lot of people with just a touch of her hand on my arm. She calmed the beast within me, reminded me what I had at home. Alaia was someone that I refused to live without, and now, they took her from me. They touched my wife and thought they would be able to live to talk about it. You didn't touch a Delgato and thought you would live. You didn't touch what was mine and think you could live.

I'm a protector, and my family is my responsibility. When it comes to my team, I'm the same way. They are family and the reason that me and Capone are able to do us in the streets, knowing they are tucked away safe. As a man, you sometimes fall short, and something—someone—falls through the cracks. I know one thing; I put that on my grandson that I'm going to crack his uncle's skull. He has hurt his own family, tossed them out to the wolves, and has hurt mine. I don't take too kindly to people hurting mine.

Sometimes the wrong side could be the right side. My father never loved me. I was never good enough for him because I was different. My differences made me vulnerable to his cruelty, and a mistake I made brought a deeper level of hell into my life. When my curiosity got the better of me one night, it ended with me being forced out of the world I’d learned to exist in before I was thrust into another. This new world is darker and more dangerous. It’s filled with lies, deceit, and pain. I have rules I live by now because the wicked walk these halls.

Chapel Crest isn't for the weak. It's for those who wish to watch the world reduced to ashes and screams. The Watchers went too far. Locking me up with the monster who tried to kill me eight years ago wasn't the way to win my heart. It was the way to break it. When Seth comes to collect on the bet he made with the Watchers, I know I'm in for a world of hurt. Because Seth Cain isn't the nice boy I once knew. He's a demon in this asylum from hell. And if he finds out the Watchers have already claimed me, he could very well finish what he started all those years ago.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.

I came home and ended up with two enemies because of the women I choose to love. Kendra was the one I thought I loved, but the feeling I felt when I looked into Alaia's eyes told me that I had never experienced love with Kendra. When I looked into my Joy's eyes, I wanted to give her the stars, moons, and the sky wrapped up with a big fat ass bow. So, for her, I would go to war to make sure Tweety had no part in touching her ever again.

After my Yaya passed away, I didn't have anyone that cared for me. I mean, not even a month after Yaya was in the ground, he sat me down in the living room and sold me to a thirty-year-old man. I was sixteen, and my big brother, the man who was supposed to protect me, sold me off like cattle on a farm. My entire life has been to please Zayne. I'm his fourth wife and the youngest wife. Nobody has ever protected or cared for me. I was tossed the cards that life handed me and had to make do with them. That is until Cappadonna Delgato and I cross paths—again.

Jaxon Jennings is the second of the Jennings Mafia Family. He's levelheaded and mild-mannered by nature. Unlike his oldest and youngest brothers, he thinks before he reacts. That's why he's the family's negotiator. But when the Elites call him to the table, the deal on the floor isn't business. It's personal. He has been given an order he cannot refuse. Either give up the love of his life, or she dies. Now Jax is stuck between a war he can't win and a woman he can't lose. And for the first time, words might not be enough to save him.

Some secrets should not be kept. They should be screamed. I have a secret. In fact, I have many. Most of them could get me killed, so my silence is the golden ticket to survival in this asylum from hell. But my watchers don’t like it when I’m silent. They like when I scream. When I beg. When I’m a bad girl who tells the things I shouldn’t. Maybe this time I’ll let it all out. Divulge the ugly truths and cast light on the real monsters living in our world. Maybe my secrets will save me this time.