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Aggie is a witch in hiding from her coven and the magickal world at large, after her virginity contract was sold at birth to an incubus, a demon who would surely kill her during the inheritance ceremony. Now turning forty, her magick is tired of being contained, and attracts the attention of a few nearby supernaturals, all vying for her attention: Karl, a grumpy, self-effacing vampire who fusses like a mother hen, Luka, a rowdy werewolf with golden retriever energy, and Quinn, a player warlock with a pet hawk. If they can sense her, then surely her jilted betrothed can as well.

There are moments in estrangement when silence feels louder than words—when the absence of connection weighs heavily on the heart. In those quiet, aching spaces, it's natural to long for guidance, for even a small light to guide you toward healing.

Fire took his home. Hate made him a man. “Ma,” Blaze whispered, “they’re fixing to burn us.” Her hand squeezed his shoulder hard. “You take Rachel,” she said. “You listen to me. If it comes to it, you run. Don’t argue.” “I can fight,” Blaze replied. “Not tonight,” she said. Her eyes met the seventeen-year-old boy in the dark. “You’ll fight when the time’s right.” Outside, hooves thudded and men cursed. The Hollow Creek Riders tightened their circle. Every sound pressed closer. Blaze felt Rachel’s small hands trembling in his. “What’s he want with us...

Deadshot buried his gun four years ago. The West dug it back up. Once the most feared bounty hunter on the frontier, Deadshot walked away after bringing in more outlaws than any man alive. At forty-nine, his body is worn, his hands ache, and the quiet life suits him just fine. He hunts, fishes, and keeps to himself – until a bleeding teenage boy stumbles out of the dark. Rider isn’t a fighter. He was meant to inherit his father’s ranch, not outrun the men who destroyed it. With his family taken and bandits on his trail, Rider’s only refuge is the cabin of a legend who swore he’d ...

The shadows are free. The Trow are broken. But Aelba is far from saved. After the rite that reunited the dark and light of Aelba, Queen Maela should have risen into peace. Instead, she wakes to a kingdom recovering, a court fracturing, and a strange power unfurling beneath her skin. Her magic is no longer her own—too bright, too cold, threaded with something ancient enough to whisper through her bones.

I was lucky to escape my last pack with nothing but a few scars—a cheap price to pay for my freedom. It was supposed to be just another run to calm my wolf, but I wasn't going to ignore those cubs' screams for help—even if they were from a rival pack. What I didn't expect to find was a feral vampire, or the wolf who would change everything. The Alpha who caught me is like all the others-all raging temper and muscles. And yet . . . his pack is different than mine. But no matter how much my wolf cries 'mate', I need to break free.

Belamy’s ex boyfriend sucks. Literally. He’s a vampire. A pious, obnoxious, and selfish vampire. They’re all alone when he breaks their heart on a camping trip; but an incredibly passionate werewolf, Dawn, shows them what it’s like to get all they deserve and more.

Now that his town is safe, Wyle moves to thwart the attack on Sparkling Bay. He hopes to destroy Captain Charles’s army and take Queenstown in one smooth stroke, but the Captain has a plan of his own. Before Wyle’s people can truly live in peace, they need to become strong enough to prevent further threats. They have access to more dungeons than ever, but with an ever-increasing army to train, Emerald Valley’s resources are stretched thin. And there are more mysteries beneath the mountains than Wyle ever considered.

Who were the Ship It Holla Ballas? Arguably the most successful poker crew of all time, they took advantage of the online poker boom to win tens of millions of dollars before most of them were old enough to set foot inside a casino. Then they did what any red-blooded teenagers with mountains of cash and no responsibilities would do: They partied like rock stars, transforming themselves from Internet nerds with zero life skills into legends, at least in their own minds.

Beauty and the Beast meets Anastasia in this spicy, enemies-to-lovers fantasy where the romance is sharp, the tension feral, and the betrayal unforgettable. For years, Ana has been a prisoner—hidden away, her blood kept alive by ancient potions while the kingdom of Trova rots under the rule of those who cast her aside. Born without magic in a world ruled by it, she was never meant to survive. Until the day the fae prince found her. And left her for dead. But death never came.

Ana has spent her life as a pawn—used, betrayed, and hunted. But no more. As the rightful heir to Trova’s blood-soaked throne, she’s ready to rise—ruthless, unyielding, and armed with the celestial magic awakening inside her. But power always has a price, and Ana is already burning beneath the weight of it.

Dr. Antonio "Tone" Ortiz is an ordinary single father in Miami, trying to ignore what flows through his veins, until his daughter, Jewel, goes missing. With all his options failing, it's up to Tone to find his daughter by any means necessary, even if that means signing his soul over to the devil himself: his father, Caltrone Orlando. Co-parenting has never been easy, and Kenya Gates will learn just how hard it is with the kidnapping of her daughter, Jewel. Even through all the sacrifices, secrets, lost love, drama, pain, and manipulation, these two fighting parents will come together.

Ana Angevire was never meant to survive. Tortured and driven into exile, she has fought too hard to watch Trova fall into the hands of Marek Caledon. But time is running out. If Caledon gets his hands on the last artifacts of Ethira, he will become a god—and no one will be able to stand against his vengeful wrath. To stop Caledon and save the fae prince she loves, Ana makes an impossible choice. She sacrifices a piece of her soul to Leonidas Claerwyn after his own is severed from his body. Now their fates are bound together.

The snow is piling up in Emerald Valley, and so are Wyle’s enemies. While dealing with the repair and rejuvenation of his newest vassal, Sparkling Bay, Wyle learns that two of his Appointed have been taken prisoner during what was supposed to be a simple trading route. The Diplomat sent by King Griffin is more monster than man. He serves as an intermediary between the King and his inhuman allies. After taking up residence to the west of Emerald Valley and holding Yan and Shareese hostage, the man sends Wyle his demands.

When Joseph of Arimathea took Yeshua's corpse off the cross and placed it in his own tomb, he risked everything he'd worked years for. But now, Yeshua's body is gone, and Joseph is running for his life. Sister has never known anything but the lower city slums. She's a creature of the night, so base and inconsequential she's never even warranted a name.

There were two things of which Auto, leader of the elusive Eraserheads, was certain: Code, his partner and best friend, had betrayed him, and Caltrone Orlando, the biggest crime lord in North America, had marked him and his team for death. Crossing Caltrone Orlando had come with a steep price. Auto had suffered fatal losses to his team and business.

Meet Marcel and Sabrina, a hitman and a bookkeeper for the Mob. The couple should have never met, let alone fallen in love. When they decide to go against the grain, all hell breaks loose. Somebody wants them dead; they just don't know who. It could be Leo, Marcel's jealous older brother; Othello, Sabrina's crooked father; or it could be The Family, a roundtable of the top contenders in the underworld. There is no honor amongst thieves. Marcel and Sabrina will find the old adage to be true the hard way.

Josephson-Storm traces the history of the myth of disenchantment in the births of philosophy, anthropology, sociology, folklore, psychoanalysis, and religious studies. Ironically, the myth of mythless modernity formed at the very time that Britain, France, and Germany were in the midst of occult and spiritualist revivals. It was specifically in response to this burgeoning culture of spirits and magic that they produced notions of a disenchanted world.

The night I got pregnant, the rest of my life went to sh*t. First, I woke up alone, the jerk not even willing to stick around. Then, I got thrown in jail for a crime I didn't commit. Now, I've been "volunteered" as a tribute for the dragons. It was either that or spend my life in prison. Of course, I didn't actually get to choose. The Feds shipped me off against my protests. Which is where I come face to face with the man who knocked me up. The man who is actually a dragon.

Morten Storm was an unlikely Jihadi. A six-foot-one red-haired Dane, Storm spent his teens in and out of trouble. A book about the Prophet Mohammed prompted his conversion to Islam, and Storm sought purpose in a community of believers. He attended a militant madrasah in Yemen, named his son Osama, and became close friends with Anwar al-Awlaki, the American-born terrorist cleric. But after a decade of Jihadi life, he not only repudiated extremism but, in a quest for atonement, became a double agent for the CIA and British and Danish intelligence.