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All it took was one friendly barbecue to change everything.... Because when I showed up, I met him. Rocco. He says I'm his mate, which is basically a werewolf's instant wife. Honestly, I'm not all that opposed to the idea. Mostly because my instant-hubby comes with a house, and I'm a day away from being homeless.

My life has taught me to expect the unexpected. A serial killer rampaging through the New York Pack? Sure. Why not? But a serial killer who smells like me? That's a heck of a lot more than unexpected. With the Alphas of All poking around and my own Alpha on a rampage to figure out who the murderer is, it becomes a race to see who finds the truth first. I'll find the killer. Or the Alphas will find me. Either way, it's time to face the facts. There's a lot more to being "Wolfsbane" than suppressing my pack's shifting. And I'm pretty sure it starts with my freakishly red hair.

It was an average day . . . until a gorgeous demon waltzed into my coffee shop and asked me to be his mate. I jokingly agreed, but he was serious. And now I'm mated to him. Permanently. He drinks lust to survive, so that makes me his immortal meal. If that wasn't bad enough, he's just gotten out of prison. Because I accidentally bound myself to him, I automatically take responsibility for keeping him on the right side of the law.

When stepping into a town full of werewolves like me for the first time in my life, I expected to be welcomed—or at least tolerated. Instead, I got hit in the face with a door. And then, found my dad's face on a dartboard in their diner.

As the only werewolf immune to the curse forcing my kind to shift every night, I'm a bit of a hot commodity . . . and not in a good way. I went to New York thinking it would be the safest place to hide. Wrong decision. The city is home to one of the largest packs in the world. Its leader? Tall, strong, sexy, and determined that I'm his. When my scent starts driving unmated men insane, that giant, possessive beast who won't leave me alone is the only one who can protect me. One way or another, I'm totally screwed.

This set contains all 6 of the Wild Hunt books. Each of them is a steamy new adult fantasy romance featuring a different couple with their own happily ever after.

He wants a mate bond. I don't. He's even more stubborn than I am, though. So, I agree to move in with him, for the sake of putting more emotional distance between us. But the plan backfires. And it makes me like him more.

With my identity in the open, I expect the Blood Pack to despise me. But…they don't. They still consider me one of them, but I'm not sure that's where I belong anymore. The traitor still lives among my guards. The fight to determine my mate begins. But my pack's at war, and the Tidals are still working against me. Despite my confusion, my ever-growing attraction and attachment to the Blood Alpha, and the many people determined to either claim me or kill me, I refuse to curl up and hide.

All it took was one look to end my life. Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt. And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too. Now I'm trapped in some guy's house, he's stuck in his wolf form, and there's no way out for either of us. Life as I knew it is over, but my fight to survive is only beginning.

All I did was try to save my best friend from making a huge mistake.... And now I'm saddled with an obnoxious werewolf who thinks I'm his wolfy wife. Did I mention that he's trapped in his wolf form until he believes I'm ready to say "I do"? Not exactly my idea of a good time.

I agreed to marry the new werewolf king in exchange for my freedom. But now he's holding me hostage on his pack's land. Did I mention that he bit me, publicly, to claim me? Or that he's so lost in the darkness of his past that he's basically feral? If I could grow fur myself, maybe the situation would be a simpler one, but I can't. Somehow, I have to snap my new mate out of his funk, so he can get the pack in order and deal with the people who want me dead. But to make that happen? It's looking like love is my best bet. I don't want to fall for him or try to make him fall for me…

After nine years in a tower, I was finally rescued...by a deadly fae king who wants to make me his mate. He's harsh, beautiful, and being hunted by an ancient magical monster. If he wants to stay hidden, he needs to keep my magic close. To do so, he ignites a forbidden mate bond between us that connects our minds and prevents me from leaving his side. Though he insists it means nothing, the longer we're connected, the more our desire for each other rages beyond our control. We have to fight it, because in his land, love is a weakness.

I was supposed to seduce the dragon king, but before I could, he claimed me as his. Now I’m chained to him, trapped in an ancient mating process I neither want nor understand.

I've been thrown out of a plane and dropped on an island full of gorgeous, massive men. Did I mention that said men are all magical fae guys competing for the right to marry me? Yeah, it's a mess. Every man on the island has the same two goals: Defeat his competitors, and win my heart. Luckily, I know one of the guys. We're not exactly friends, but I can kind of trust him. Working together secretly, we have to keep the truth hidden and play the game alongside everyone else . . . because there's no way off this island without becoming someone's mate.

So there's a name for what I am. Ruby Wolf. And apparently, the rules don't really apply to us. For one, we come in pairs. The other half of mine is a douche named Ezra, and he's convinced that walking around naked is all it will take to talk me into choosing him. If we don't mate, I'll die. Period. End of story. But I won't betray Roman like that, so I'm dying slowly and painfully. Until he goes and signs up for the trials that can make him like me. The trials no one has survived in more than a hundred years.

I've been abducted by the werewolf king. He’s deadly. Violent. Cruel. But not to me. To me, he's almost nice. I guess it helps that I'm the only female werewolf he's ever met. And that his wolf has decided I'm going to be his mate, whether I like it or not. Luckily, I can survive his pack just fine, as long as no one learns what I could do for them. I can't tell the king the truth, no matter how much I'm starting to trust him. Or like him. Or want him.

I went to the Supernatural Resort for protection—and was immediately claimed by the shifter who owns the place. Because of what I am, everyone hates me. Humans and supernaturals alike. But the Resort needs magic like mine to protect it. So the owner makes me his. Which backfires, because now even more people want me dead, and we're going through an altered version of heat together.

My new roommate is a gorgeous demon. The most uptight, boring demon in all of existence. Did I mention that he hates me? I'm only living with him because my brother trusts him to prevent me from having any amount of freedom. Until he loses control for a second. Just a split second, but that second is enough. I learn that he doesn't hate me... he just doesn't want to admit I'm his potential mate. So, I have a new mission in life: seduce the gorgeous, grumpy demon with every tool in my possession. Especially my lust.

I flirted with a dragon shifter at a wedding, and it accidentally started a magical, miserable mating process between us. It's technically my fault, but we're not focusing on that. Now, we have to figure out how to fight the magic pushing us together. Or… we have to embrace the bond. But neither of us knows a thing about relationships, so the odds of success? They're not looking great for us. I have to figure out what to do about the bond—and fast. Because the more time passes, the worse my pain is going to get…and the less control Jasper will have over his beastly side.

I've been dragged into the fae realm and given no choice but to pick a mate if I ever want to get back home. Thankfully, the fae king has offered up some of his most trusted men in an attempt to find me someone to marry. Unthankfully, he's sort of… possessive. Which means I'm sleeping in his room. In his bed. With him. While I'm trying to choose a mate from among a handful of candidates who barely seem interested in me. There's enough chemistry between us to light a fire, but he's not an option.