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"You have my word, Gray. I will get you off this island, and I will bring you home." It was supposed to be an easy in-and-out job. Nothing Darius Quinn hadn't done before. But this job had something none of the others did: Gray Nolan. Like Murphy's Law advised, anything that could go wrong...

Sassy, sexy, and hot-headed, she came into town like a wildfire. She's got secrets, I can tell. But Sydney Banner's keeping her cards close to her chest. She can fight it all she wants, but as the enforcer for the Lords of Carnage, I have a way of getting what I want. And I want her in my bed. Every. Damn. Night.

I live by the cut. It's a brotherhood. Sex, crime, and power. But when I see that sexy little number in over her head at the biker bar, I want to pummel the son of a bitch who threatens her. Taking Alix back to my club for protection is all I can do. Hell, I want to do so much more. She wonders if I'm dangerous. Loaded question. But she needs my help anyway. She knows I'm her only hope to find her sister before the clock runs out. After that, Alix is mine. Whether she knows it or not.

My secret's out. The mage council knows about my forbidden magic, and they plan to make an example out of me and everyone who knows the truth. Everything I feared for so many years is coming true. Running from my power didn't protect my secret or those I care about. So, I have to embrace my magic and all the death and destruction it leaves in its wake. The only way to evade the council is by working together with my mates as we travel to another realm.

I hate Christmas. Years and years of disappointment have taught me that Christmas is the worst. I don't like the music, the food, the decorations…anything. And Lincoln Daniels, my tattooed hockey god of a husband, thinks he's going to change that… I tell him it's not going to happen.

I knew the past would come back to haunt me. It was only a matter of time before my world came crashing down. The only thing I didn’t expect was Mateo. The head of the Italian mafia. We were never meant to cross paths; our worlds vastly different. His green gaze captured me, his touch burning through my defenses. The words he whispered melted away all the years of loneliness. But the secret I kept could get me killed. If he spared me, his rivals wouldn’t. As my secrets unravel, it could cost me everything and everyone I loved.

I’ve only loved once in my life but never again. It threw me into a depth of hell I’ve barely crawled out of. But when Cole enters my life, I’m willing to give love another try. He’s six feet and three inches of solid muscle, full of dirty fun, and completely devoted to me, leaving my heart once again exposed. Then, there’s his brother, Lucas, always in the background lingering for more, diligently waiting. But his own brutal demons leave him struggling to give in to me.

I thought I finally had my life figured out. Fate? Destiny? I know mine. But one afternoon questioned everything I thought I knew. Then it happened. Dr. Jason Dupree crashed into my life. His eyes linger on me longer than they should in polite company. You see, there is nothing polite about him. He's arrogant and overconfident. His touch? It's my undoing. I let him know in no uncertain terms that he is not the man for me. He is not my destiny. And his reaction? Totally unexpected.

They call him the Sick Heart. They say he's a shameless monster. They say he's a ruthless killer. They say he's as twisted as the man who owns him. They say a lot of things about Cort van Breda. But in our world violence is money, and money is winning, and winning is life, and life is the only thing that matters. Except...he wasn't meant to win that last fight. And I wasn't meant to be his prize. But he did. And I am. And now his sick heart owns me.

I'm an omega left behind. I’m damaged, forced to hide my nature, with a scent that can turn alphas violent. I was told there would be no normal, no friends, or dream pack waiting in the distance. But I have one last chance at love. Tomorrow, at the academy ball, my scent blockers will fade. My mates—the ones I was told I would never have—will see me.

Bullies never get what’s coming to them. No, I didn’t put poison in their food - I am a jam maker, and food is sacred. But I did plot the most epic plan of revenge. I needed to get one over on the biggest baddest high school bully and prove that I wasn’t the awkward pushover anymore, just like Weston wasn’t the obnoxious teenager anymore. Now, he was a powerful billionaire. Though he’s taller, sexier, bigger, I need to stay on my guard. I know men like Weston don’t really change. Or did he?

Most guys ghost me when they find out I'm a single mom. Everyone, except Austin. Dating in a small town sucks. Like really sucks. Especially when your past is filled with drama like mine. I don't have time for any of that. I have my son to look after. That's why I took this job at Fit Mountain Construction. As the company's new receptionist, I can just go to work and come home. The last thing I need is to fall in love with my coworker, Austin. Unfortunately, Austin is a hot mountain man. Hot mountain men are my weakness. And Austin? Well, he’s hot, and sweet, and there for me when I need him.

Her choice is arranged marriage...or death...Kira al-Attiyah's hope for a bright future in the US died along with her father. Now, royal family tradition demands she marry. Refusing? Not an option. Especially since honor killing isn’t just urban legend. She knew what she had to do. She just never expected her intended to be a terrorist...Delta Force operator Ty Newcomb’s mission was clear. He needed to make Kira fall for him, then secure an invite to meet her fiancé. From there, taking down the man who has been on the CIA high-value target list for over a decade would be easy.

There are only two ways a human can cross the gates of Bloodstone Institute: as a familiar to one of the Blueblood vampires who attend the elite school or as a snack. I'm neither, but I have to get in at all costs. My brother made a big mistake, and now I have to fix it by stealing from the most powerful and cruel vampire to ever come to Bloodstone, Lucca Della Morte. If that wasn't almost suicidal, I need to get it done before the spell concealing my human nature wears off.

Wendy Gale isn’t the kind of girl you marry. She’s not even the kind of girl you date. She’s not a friend with benefits, she’s not a one-night-stand, and regardless of what she thinks, she's never been a rebound. Wendy Gale is the kind of girl you kidnap and lock in your basement so she can’t ever escape. She’s the kind of girl you tie up. You put a collar on her. A leash. Handcuffs. You chain her to things and gag her mouth. A blindfold isn’t a bad idea, either.

Everleigh Harper does everything in her power to stop a human trafficking operation—despite being trapped in a hellish dystopian prison—in the riveting final installment of the bestselling, Goodreads Choice Award–nominated 24690 series. For the briefest moment, revenge was sweet. My...

They came for her in the night. When she wakes, she's in a cell. She has no idea if it will help, but it is the only option she has: She tells them she belongs to the Savage Disciples MC. Years ago, he lost everything. Now, the club is the only thing Jager allows himself to care about. Nothing matters but his Savage Disciple brothers. At least, until she arrives, and he has a decision to make.

My recent one-night-stand was perfect in every way, so I ghosted him to save my heart. Only to find out he’s my new neighbor! Now Marcus and I must team up to stop greedy land developers from destroying our homes. Along the way, I discover that he’s not just a monster under the sheets but sweet, considerate, and super protective to boot. My heart is definitely toast. But the musclebound minotaur is hiding a dangerous secret. And if his past catches up to him, it will threaten much more than our homes. It may cost him his freedom, and me my heart.

He’s evil incarnate, cloaked in a beautiful disguise. My father uprooted our family, forcing me to relocate to America. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s making me marry the son of a psychopath. Maxim Volkov. Heir to the Volkov Bratva. I’d rather die than be shackled to a man so evil. A man who has no soul. His piercing blue eyes are as cold as his stony heart. And he’s not exactly thrilled, either. My life has never felt so hopeless.

So, this is rock bottom. Not only did I lose my job and my apartment, but now, an ultra-secret snow leopard shifter group wants me to marry a guy I never met and have babies to save our species. And they’re coming in three days to take me away. Cue me getting smashed alone on a Thursday night. That is until the world’s sexiest, brooding stranger walks in, all sharp angles and hard lines. He’s massive and covered in muscles, and his mesmerizing green-gray eyes has my knees turning to jelly. In a moment of brilliance—or perhaps it was the gin and tonic—I ask him to marry me.