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I'm used to women wanting me, not hating me, but my wife looks at me like she's hoping my next breath will be my last. Our marriage wasn't by choice, but when I vowed to be her husband, I meant it. I never go back on my word, so we're married whether she likes it or not. At least for the moment. The plan was for me to stay married until we got what we needed from her brothers. As long as I don't touch her, we can annul this unfortunate blip on my bachelor timeline. The problem is she looks sweet, and she smells sweet, and then I risk everything and take a taste.

“I had to sneeze.” I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

Whispers of the Locke brothers fill the town, facts and reality twisted to fit what these motherf--kers believe they know about us. That we’re sadistic bastards, incapable of any real emotions or fear. Maybe they’re not wrong about that. That is, until I set my sights on Kadence King, getting just as drawn to her as I am the darkness. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything in a long time. But would she really be scared knowing the depth, the lengths I go with my brothers to make any f--ker who crosses us pay?

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.

If I ever lay my hands on Svetlana Melnikov, her dad has made it abundantly clear what will happen to me. It involves a dull blade and the loss of my favorite body part. Even with that threat hanging over me, I want her. I want her more than I've ever wanted anything, and now I'm in a mess and need her help. I swore I'd never cross the line with her, but she's determined to make me a liar.

Anissa Laurent is a ghost—a master of deception, a woman who has slipped through the cracks of the underworld. Untraceable. Untouchable. Unclaimed. Until me. I made it my life’s mission to find her, drag her back where she belongs, and punish her for her betrayal. I traced every false identity until I found her, but I took my time. I studied the way she breathes, the way she moves, what she loves, and what she hates. She thought she could run. She thought she could hide. She thought she could get away with betraying my family. But I’m not a man who lets go of what’s mine.

Skye is my best friend. I trust her with my life. So, when she asks me to play her boyfriend, I say, "Hell, no!" Love screws everything up. And I’m not about to lose the only person who gets me. But Skye is determined. She’s bringing a fake boyfriend to her cousin’s wedding, with or without me. No way am I letting some other guy hold her, touch her, kiss her. It has to be me. It’s strange, smiling like I’m madly in love.

I told myself I didn’t want her. Didn’t need her. But it was all lies. I craved her touch. Craved the way her sweet red lips took away the pain. Yet, I knew I couldn’t have her. Not when my enemies are determined to put a bullet in my back. They believe the way to get to me is through her. Coming for her will be their downfall. As the president of the Kings MC, there’s one thing I’m known for: doing whatever it takes to protect the ones I love. I’ll fight until I have nothing left to give.

I’m the smart girl with my nose constantly in a book. The one with the level head who never breaks the rules…until I do. And wouldn’t you know, the one person who knows about my case of temporary rebellion is the last one I’d ever want to find out.

The truth doesn't set you free. Revenge shouldn’t be rushed. It needs to be savored. Reina ruined my life, and it’s only fair I ruin hers back. Or that was the plan. That was before she got under my skin and flowed into my blood. Life as we know it crashes and burns. All we have left is revenge. Or is it?

Beauty and the Beefcake is a vegan-friendly standalone romantic comedy featuring a hockey player whose vocabulary is the only thing smaller than a hockey puck, a book smart but aimless ventriloquist with too many voices in her head, a dilapidated old house that may or may not be haunted, and no cheating or cliffhangers.

A whole bunch of trouble, that's what. Life was so much simpler when Evie's problems consisted of picking the perfect peony. Now she's got the gods on her tail and shifters trying to sniff out her secrets. Then there's the smoking hot Shifter Lord who has never once thrown a party, hiring her for all kinds of pack events and doing his best to convince her to trust him. But he has an agenda of his own, and Evie is far too smart to let her guard down.

When I charged the enemy to rescue a ravishing female who caught my eye, I didn’t expect the mate bond to drop me to my knees. Captured, I’m locked behind electrified bars in a genetic lab where a researcher throws the female into my cell and demands we reproduce.

Nico Medina's world is 11 miles away from mine. During the day, it's a place where doors are open - where homes are lived in, and neighbors love. But when the sun sets, it becomes a place where young boys are afraid, where eyes watch from idling cars that hide in the shadows and wicked smoke flows from pipes. West End is the kind of place that people survive. It buries them - one at a time, one way or another. And when Nico was a little boy, his mom always told him to run.

I broke that rule the day I showed up on her doorstep. I’m sworn to protect my kind from any kind of threat. As a human, she thought I was there on friendly business. Didn’t know I meant to take down her shifter boss. I didn’t know she’d flip my world upside down. One whiff of her scent, and I was lost. No–found. I couldn’t leave without her. So, I spent the night. Made her fall for me. But she doesn’t know what I am. What I’ve done. I’m not just a ranch hand–I’m a shifter enforcer. The clock is ticking before I have to finish the job.

After this logging season, I’m never having sex again. Because: Reasons. But first, I have a gig earning room and board and ten thousand dollars by "entertaining" eight lumberjacks. Eight strong and strapping Paul Bunyan types, big enough to break me in two. There’s Lincoln, the leader, the stern, silent type.... Jagger, the Kurt Cobain look-alike, with a soul full of music and rockstar moves.... Elon and Oren, ginger twins who share everything.... Roy and Tommy, who just want to watch.... Saint, the quiet genius with a monster in his pants.

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.

I was only seven the first time Grady Bowen whispered those words to me. Cloaked by the black sky under a blanket of stars, it was easy to get lost. He didn't have any good memories of his own and needed to borrow mine. I would willingly give him anything. Being infatuated with that boy was a beautiful curse. What could have been special didn't get the chance to bloom. He'd never see me as more than his best friend's kid sister. That was a hard lesson to learn, but not the most difficult.

Hunter Driesse and Eric Kane aren’t my type. They’re too dominant. Too demanding. Too sinfully tempting. They are not the men I want. Until the night of the dare. When I discover that Hunter and Eric are—shockingly—the men I need.

First lesson of Wolf Ridge High: Dominate or submit. It’s a wolf-eat-wolf school, and those on the top–like my stepbrother–rule all. Those of us on the bottom? We try to fly under the radar.