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Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That's what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I'd get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can't get any worse of a day without someone actually dying. So...I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous...and landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half wasted and heartbroken.

So how did I get myself into this situation, you ask? Simple: desperation. When you're faced with being homeless and hungry or taking off your clothes for money, the choice is easier than you'd imagine. That doesn't make it simple, though. Oh no. I hate it, in fact. There's nothing I'd like more than to quit and never go into another bar again, never hear the techno beat pulsing in my ears again, never feel the lecherous gazes of horny men again. Then, one day, I meet a man. He's in my club, front and center. He watches me do my routine, and his gaze is full of hunger.

Harker has everything he wants, except a child. He’s finally chosen the mother. Alison is brilliant, kind and hard-working. Her genes will mesh perfectly with his. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s spent the last year fantasizing about taking her to his bed and doing all kinds of deliciously wicked things to her.

I was a 68 Whiskey - a combat medic. So when I hear someone shout "MEDIC!", training just kicks in. It's automatic, immediate. I don't think I even saw the guy whose leg I tended to, not really. All I saw was him. Zane Badd. His tuxedo fit him like he'd been sewn into it, and his eyes reflected the fury and the hardness of a combat veteran, but when he looked at me, he just...softened. By the time I had his brother patched, Zane and I were both covered in blood, and I knew I had to have him.

The first time I saw Brinley Knox, she was crying, draped in a ridiculous pink tulle dress for her sweet 16, and cursing the boy who’d broken her heart. I was the hired help, a teenage charity case. She was the daughter of the wealthiest family in Orchid Valley. I knew a girl like Brinley was off-limits. That didn’t stop me from kissing her. Or from promising that if she were ever mine, I’d never let her go.

Not my decision to enter the NFL draft before finishing college. Not fighting custody of my daughter - even if, biologically speaking, it turns out she’s not mine. And certainly not seducing my buddy’s little sister 10 years ago. But when it comes to Shayleigh Jackson, my no-regrets attitude stops there. I screwed up royally where she’s concerned. Then I made another mistake when I let her shut me out of her life.

I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of 10 thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.", and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing...except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters.

Sometimes I wonder what my hockey career is worth. Blood, sweat, and tears, sure. But losing Ash? I can't.

I am a prisoner. Taken by monsters who crave my death. If I want to see my mates again, I have to stay alive. I was just settling into my new life with my mates when I was taken. Robbed of my magic, ripped from the men I'm beginning to love, and imprisoned by their mortal enemies. They want to use me. For my power. For my blood and my bones. For my connection to the Alpha Kings they hate. But more than anything, they want to see me die.

I am the world's biggest dating failure. We're talking my last date went home with our waitress kind of failure. But I have an ace in the back pocket of my mom jeans - my sexy-as-sin best friend, NHL superstar forward, Justin Cruise. Justin owes me favors dating back to seventh grade, long before he became a hotshot with a world famous...stick. So in return for my undying platonic loyalty, all I want is an easy-peasy crash course on how to be a sex goddess.

A one-night stand with the boss was never in her plans. Neither was falling in love.... The rumors are true. I’m a hot mess with an awful track record at love. Single mom. Down on her luck. Yeah, I’m bad news. If the hardest part of moving back home to Jackson Harbor was going to be people talking, I’d be fine. I’ve kept my chin up through worse than their decade-old gossip. I was wrong.

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Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position and some I didn't know were possible. Life is pretty incredible. Until I wake up in his chateau in France alone. On the bed next to me is a note. There are only four words: "He belongs to me."

I have secrets - old, ugly ones that can destroy the fragile bond between me and Ivy. So I stay silent, feel them fester and eat at me. But Ivy's ignorance isn't anyone's bliss. It's making her vulnerable to our enemies. And my keeping the secrets is nothing less than a betrayal. When she finds out, I might lose the only thing I've ever wanted...Ivy's love.

You never forget your wedding day. Or the moment your twin sister pukes on your bouquet and confesses she's pregnant...with your fiance's baby. I wanted to get away, to hide until my heart mended. I found myself in a strange town with a mysterious stranger whose talented mouth and hands almost made me forget it was supposed to be my wedding night. Afraid to go home to face my broken life, I pretend to be my twin so I can take her job in Jackson Harbor caring for a six-year-old girl. Imagine my surprise when I find out my new boss is my mysterious stranger - Dr. Ethan Jackson.

Thysandra's world is falling apart. Rebels have overthrown the fae empire she's served for centuries. Worse, she's the one who caused the defeat—tricked into treason by her longtime nemesis and romantic obsession, Naxi, who then promptly abandoned her again, like the empathy-lacking demon she is. Execution by rebels would be a relief at this point. Instead, the bastards name her High Lady of the very court she just betrayed. Punishment or reward, Thys isn't quite sure.

For my 30th birthday, I'm giving myself the one thing I want most: a baby. Sure, this would be easier if I had a husband - or even a boyfriend - but I refuse to be thwarted by minor details. When I drunkenly confess my plans to my friends, they convince me to ask Jake Jackson for help. Jake, the best friend who's been there for me through thick and thin. Jake, who also happens to be smart, funny, ridiculously good looking, and the winner of all the genetic lotteries.

Riding shotgun to face my boyfriend wasn't exactly on my bingo card... Especially when the man behind the wheel is the one my boyfriend demanded I cut ties with. Griffin Thorne is LAU's hockey captain, my brother's best friend, and my roommate. He's also the only person I can rely on at the moment, even though he hates me after I followed through my boyfriend's...suggestion. To be fair, I get it. Why he hates me. In a way, I hate me too. But as long as this impromptu road trip stays our little secret, everything will be fine. Maybe. Hopefully.

I see the world through statistics. Logic and routine. That's what keeps me sane. Killian Doyle is my polar opposite. His merciless, passionate nature terrifies me. He kidnapped me to force his brother, my friend, out of hiding and back into the mafia. He says he'll let me go when he doesn't need me anymore. I understand what he wants. The only real question is what I want from him. Because right now, I'm confused enough to think I want him to keep me forever.

I am going to die. What was once my mates' curse is now killing me, but I will never give up on our eternity. War is coming. Our enemies won't stop until my mates and I are dead—our magic wiped from the face of the Otherworld. Extinction is the only thing they will accept. I may be new to this world, but it's mine now. No matter what, I won't let it fall into their hands. The Alphas will pay for what they've done. To me. To my mates. To the wolves they were meant to protect.