Killian O’ Neill controls the pulse of the vibrant horse racing world in the Finger Lakes region of New York. He also has ties to a powerful Syndicate in Ireland. Carlyn Murphy is the investigative reporter who took comfort in his arms for one night, and then walked away.

Five years ago, I drove away from my birthday party, my father, and his mafia organization. I’ve been living off the grid in Moab, Utah. When my father is brutally killed, I am suddenly a wanted woman by various entities, including the Feds, the Cartel, my father’s odious second-in-command, and the head of the Gateway Syndicate, Nolan Hamilton, none of them good.

My unique relationship with Beck ten years ago made me the perfect choice for an undercover operation. My job: bring down Randall Beckett and his Phoenix Syndicate. In all these years I have never shared his secrets. What makes me think I can now?

The bust had gone down like clockwork. Moving through the deserted warehouse she found a set of stairs that led down. She heard a haunting sound coming from the depths of the building. Taking a deep breath, she descended a set of stairs and rounded a stack of metal cages. There, chained to the floor with heavy iron links, was a dragon. A real-life, scaled, and winged dragon.

Rule number one of Wall Street: don’t fall in love with your billionaire boss. I hate my boss. The Wall Street tycoon is a jerk. A world-class alpha-hole. Devastatingly handsome but terribly flawed. He goes through assistants like I go through vanilla lattes, and I need this job. But I went to school with bullies like him, so I’m not afraid. I hate my attraction to him. How sparks fly when we spar. The way he barks orders and dresses me down. I hate how I fantasize about him during and after work hours.

Once more, a malevolent presence threatens wolfen society. They say my love story with my fated mate, Darby, ended with my death, but they were wrong. They say my eldest son, Jean-Edouard, is nothing at all like me. They are wrong about that as well. They say a lot of things, but I will prove them wrong.

Freyja knew Ragnarök was coming. She needed to ensure those left behind would be protected. “Hear me now. The gods continue to argue amongst themselves even as Ragnarök approaches. I bestow upon you three the gift of transfiguration. From beast to man, you and your descendants will be able to shape shift at will. Live among the people as human, calling upon your shifted form to lend you strength when it is needed. Watch over my people and see they do not perish from this earth.”

One moment in time changed everything. The world as we knew it unraveled when portals were opened to the multiverse, leaving Earth vulnerable to attack. In exchange for opening these portals, our government granted the shifters from other worlds something they desperately needed–mates.

Asher Wells hat endlich seine Gefährtin gefunden. Er hätte wissen müssen, dass seine temperamentvolle Gefährtin nicht zur Vernunft kommen würde. Obwohl sich ein Sturm nähert, ist sie wild entschlossen, den Pyramid Mountain zu besteigen. Glücklicherweise gelingt es ihm, ein Notsignal in ihren Rucksack zu stecken....

I have my life planned, and it does not include a fated mate. A job offer in San Francisco combined with an invitation to visit New Orleans for a friend’s restaurant opening gives me the perfect excuse for leaving home. The trip was supposed to be the beginning of something new and exciting. Instead, it has turned into a nightmare. Evil was waiting for me, and its powers are growing. Only a force greater than evil can stop what’s coming next.