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Of course, if there were only one thing under Liscor, there would be far less to fear. However, the dungeon continues to be a threat. At the same time, Goblins continue to roam northern Izril, but not all of them are as hostile to people as Tremborag or the Goblin Lord. Will the Unseen Emperor of Riverfarm make that distinction, however? A reckoning is coming as old faces and new reemerge. And all the while, The Wandering Inn is still serving food and respite and even plays to adventurers and Antinium alike. But something is coming from the dungeons. And it—they—are hungry.

Artemus Steele's life was weird enough before he started juggling flaming swords and battling creatures from the pit. Now he's part of a ragtag team trying to stop Armageddon, armed with nothing but newfound powers they can't control, a book of prophecies they can't read, and a hellhound who keeps eating the furniture. As Chicago becomes the flashpoint for celestial warfare, Artemus and his misfit crew must master their abilities, decipher ancient riddles, and save the world—all while dodging fireballs, demon claws, and the occasional hellhound temper tantrum.

I never imagined Considine Maledictus—one of the most powerful vampires alive—would go from ruling the streets at night to joining the supernatural task force just to become my partner, but here we are. Considine claims he “fancies” me. He also used to hide his identity and pose as my charming next-door neighbor, so forgive me if I don’t believe him. As bad as that is, my work life is worse.

Okay, I might be seriously under-qualified for the job of Enforcer, I'll admit. The Enforcer is supposed to be a human, for starters. It's usually an ex-special forces guy with big muscles and even bigger balls, and a knack for sorting out petty squabbles between the witches and vampires and shifters in the city. And I'm just a technically dead nail tech—an animated skeleton with a talent for illusion magic and gold gel manicures. But I've recently discovered that I can manifest some pretty big muscles of my own. I've already got the big balls, so I'm halfway there.

Ashira Cohen takes great pride in the detective agency she’s built from scratch. It may be small, but she has big dreams. None of which involve a stakeout gone wrong. Or finding a mysterious tattoo hidden on her scalp. Or discovering it’s a now-broken ward intended to suppress dangerous supernatural powers that she should not possess. Don’t even get her started on the golem. The only bright spot is that her unruly powers nearly kill her long-time nemesis, Levi, the uptight leader of the magic community. No, right… that’s a bad thing.

When Zayn, my smoking hot boss, told me to never touch the cache of deluxe tattoo ink locked away in his office, I listened… until I ran out of my own ink. I expected Zayn to yell at me when he returned to the shop. I didn't expect the fresh cobra tattoo on my client's butt to magically spring to life. This collection includes Books 1-4 of the Gilded Blood series: Inked, Jinxed, Linked, and Synced.

When Zayn, your smoking hot boss, tells you never to touch the cache of deluxe tattoo ink locked away in his office, you listen to him…until the day you run out of your own ink, your squirming client is on the verge of peeing his pants, and your boss is nowhere to be found. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

When a talented new player joins the perennially-losing sub-minor-league hockey team, the Fighting Aardvarks, it marks the beginning of a winning tradition. But things aren't as they seem, and players begin to change. First line center Hammie learns the truth: the Aardvarks are becoming vampires, and it's up to him to stop them before the infestation spreads beyond just the team.

As the line between desire and danger blur, my attraction to the enigmatic vampire leader reaches epic proportions. But giving into my lust will have far-reaching consequences that neither of us can ignore. As the prophecy unfurls, a chilling revelation emerges from the shadows, threatening to shatter my new world. Guided by a death-dealing mentor, I must face my toughest trial yet, while navigating a treacherous web of clan distrust and malevolent falsehoods. But a former ally turns their back on me and my family, and I discover an unexpected truth about the elusive Rene.

A powerful supernatural mob boss is terrorizing my neighborhood, demanding protection money from store owners and breaking legs when it's not paid. His little gang member minions are all humans, and one of them just showed up at my new business insisting I pay him my monthly 'insurance premium', or face the boss himself. Funnily enough, this arrogant little underling has no idea what his employer is.

I keep telling myself things could be worse. Okay, so my mom's been harboring some hefty family secrets. Big deal. And, yeah, maybe there are still two or three teensy details about Zayn that I don't know; his backstory, his private life, or his real name, for starters. Oh, and let's not forget that there's a bloodthirsty, power-hungry, magical mob boss who's due to appear at any moment.

Word has reached the mortal realm, sending shock waves through the supernatural community. The Beast is stirring, and gathering his dark troops towards himself with a single-minded purpose: destroy all the magical creatures on Earth. He's awake, and promising bloody, furious vengeance. Prue's mom was the witch who sent the Beast to sleep in the first place, and she's in a coma. Somehow Prue needs to decipher her riddle-filled diary to figure out how to put the Beast back to sleep again before he rampages through the realms committing genocide.

War is coming—and this time, I swear it's not my fault. Sol and his reanimated Unseelie army are hell-bent on destroying the Seelies once and for all. Worse, he's stolen the most priceless relic in this land—Zayn's grimoire—along with my magic-unleashing gilded blood. Oh yeah, and Sol's claim is slowly killing me (though I'm so pent-up, I might actually die of horniness first). But not all hope is lost. I somehow led the elves through the mountain, arriving at the Summer Palace in one battered, weary piece.

Seven days ago, I was just Talia—an art school dropout with an affinity for tattoos, a hopeless crush on my boss, and a knack for finding trouble. Now, I’m a gold-blooded, magic-harnessing, Runemaster in training. The good news is all of that has resulted in one hell of a promotion. Instead of sweeping floors, I’m sweeping swarms of venomous squatters out of castles.

Defeating the Burnished King has come at a heavy cost. Never and Rikeva find themselves trapped in the time of his ancestors, captured by Amouni Guardians. Guardians who immediately brand Never as a mongrel–and Rikeva as a worthless, "untamed" commoner. Yet before seeking their execution, the Amouni decide to harvest Never's blood in order to further the goals of their purity-obsessed empire.

Sookie Stackhouse hat nur mit einem Vampir freiwillig Umgang, und das ist ihr Geliebter Bill. Aber er ist in letzter Zeit so distanziert - und außerdem in einem anderen Staat. Sein finsterer, unattraktiver Chef Eric hat eine Idee, wo er sein könnte. Ehe sich Sookie versieht, ist sie in Jackson, Mississippi, um sich in der Unter-Unterwelt des Club Dead umzusehen. Das ist ein gefährlicher kleiner Laden, in dem sich die elitäre Vampirgesellschaft trifft, um auszuspannen und sich einen Schluck Null Rhesus Negativ zu gönnen.

Die Kellnerin Sookie Stackhouse hat eine Pechsträhne. Zuerst wird einer ihrer Kollegen ermordet und es gibt keinerlei Hinweise auf den Täter. Kurz darauf steht sie einer Bestie gegenüber, die ihr mit giftigen Krallen schmerzhafte Wunden zufügt. Dann: Auftritt der Vampire, die ihr nicht ganz uneigennützig das Gift aus den Adern saugen... und das ist erst der Anfang.

Наследный принц вернулся из изгнания, и эта новость взбудоражила многих. Но мне, леди Алессандре тил Гранион, возвращение его высочества безразлично, у меня и без того дел полно. Я только что получила диплом магианны, а значит впереди интересная работа и головокружительная карьера, вот только....

Влюбиться в кронпринца плохая идея, поэтому я, леди Алессандра тил Гранион, держусь изо всех сил! К счастью, это не так сложно, ведь его высочество Джервальт - наглый, настырный, неотёсанный и совершенно невыносимый!