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I was escaping from my stalker ex when they took me from Earth. Dropped into a hellish alien maze where all I am is potential food. Until I run headlong into a huge, smoking hot alien dragon, covered in golden scales and an ego which could light up a planet. Draco rules the prison maze they call the Kirakos and he says I belong to him.

He’s called a monster, a beast, a dragon, and he’s chosen me. I think I’m in trouble. Again. Yeah, alien abduction is for suckers. If I thought my life was bad before I woke up in the alien prison, it’s just about to get a whole load worse, because I’ve been rescued by an alien warrior who is much better at stripping flesh from bone than being a hero. Draxx has glowing green scales, endless muscles, huge claws and very often, a tail. He also prefers not to wear pants. He has cheekbones I could cut myself on and a set of lips which are very good at kissing.

He's a warrior of mayhem, a broken alien dragon shifter, and he needs to claim me to be whole again. Taken from everything I knew and dropped in the middle of an alien prison maze, what's a girl to do? Get stuck in of course! My assistance is needed everywhere and I love to help. As for all the huge alien dragon shifter warriors, the Sarkarnii, who rule this part of the maze? I give them a wide berth. All except one.

Welcome to Carnage Island. Home of brutal chaos. Blood and tears. And nefarious schemes. A half-breed. A reject. A wolf without a mate. My family doesn't want me. My alpha disowned me. And my mate rejected me. So I’ve just been given a new pack assignment. Carnage Island. Home to the worst of wolf kind. Vicious. Cruel beasts. Wicked deeds. I’m not one of them. But I’m not a Nantahala wolf either. I’m something distinctly other: an Omega trapped in an Alpha’s skin. One step toward my fate, and all the males turn their heads. I’m fresh meat. Property to be claimed.

Screw the mafia. Growing up, my father was a gambling addict who made bets he couldn’t repay… So the mafia has been a threat to my family ever since I can remember. Yesterday I met the worst gangster ever. He’s a hothead with a temper… A gorgeous asshole looking to take over Florence for his crime family. I hated him from the second I laid eyes on him.

Naked, bound, and helplessly on display, my arousal drips down my bare thighs and pools at my feet as the entire city watches, waiting for the inevitable. I'm going into heat, and they know it. Someone took what I felt was mine and I tried to get revenge, but I was caught, and now I'm about to be punished so shamefully I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look anyone in the eye again.

On a hot June day in 1965, two six-year-old boys, Gareth and Jack, compete to see who can climb higher up a tree. When Jack falls and loses his eye on a thorn bush, the accident sets off a series of events that will bind the boys together for the rest of their lives. When the best friends meet albino twins Clara and Blanca, a shared fate unfolds. With Gareth and Jack's help, the twins are able to reclaim their lives and leave their nightmarish past behind them.

Station X42 is a complete dump and I’m stranded on it for what is likely to be the rest of my very short existence. Left here by alien abductors who bit off more than they could chew when they took me, I have to scratch a living with the scum of the galaxy. When it looks like I might have finally hacked off the wrong species resulting in my early demise, an enormous alien dragon shifter, Drelix, bursts into my life. All seven foot plus of scales, muscles, fangs and claws. Oh, and a tail, can’t forget the tail.

For centuries, we have hidden our feral nature, our brute strength, and our carnal instincts. Now, when the savagery of one of our kind risks exposing us all, we should be even more circumspect. But this human is my mate, and nothing will keep me from claiming and ravaging her. She is mine to tame and protect, and if my belt doesn't teach her to obey, then she'll learn her place in a much more shameful fashion. Either way, her surrender will be as complete as it is inevitable.

Photographer Septimus Blackwood is on a quest to rebuild and rise up of the ashes of his own ambitions. He encounters many unforeseen obstacles, including the mysterious inhabitants of a long abandoned theater, a nefarious foe, and an elusive nocturnal gang. As the luminescence of gas lamps stretches across a dark city, a power struggle ensues. Among the mayhem is Rick Best, a reporter turned detective with an obsession to track down one of London’s most notorious villains, Spring-Heeled Jack. The Movement of Light will linger long in the shadows of your mind.

She will be claimed and bred, but first she must be tamed. Only one thing could have awakened Kellan from long centuries of sleep. The scent of his mate. Míorúilt has the blood of dragons in her veins and taming her will be no easy task, but Kellan wouldn't want it to be. While he slumbered, he dreamed of how sternly and shamefully he will punish her defiance and how thoroughly he will claim and ravage her beautiful virgin body. Now it is time.

Ruari of Clan Dundalk knew Arielle was his mate as soon as he set eyes on her, but he had planned to court her properly. When she arrives in his lands as an uninvited stowaway, however, he decides it is time for this beautiful, headstrong female to be taught her place over his knee. As she is led to her new mate's castle naked, blushing, and sore, with only a sheet to hide her helpless arousal, Arielle's fury at being bared and spanked is exceeded only by her desperate need to be thrown to the ground and ravaged by the brute who just punished her so shamefully.