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My name is Quinn Renshaw, and my father is the VP of the Savage Falls Sinners MC. But I refuse to be a club princess. I want more from life. I want to graduate and go to college and spread my wings. I want a life beyond Savage Falls and club life. Until him. Killian Crankton, VP of the Red Ridge Reapers. He looks at me and I feel things. Things I don’t want to feel. Dangerous, deadly things. Things that will end up with my heart in tatters. Because I’m about to find out that Crank will do anything to get wants he wants. Especially me.

Mari is a famous star in her intergalactic troupe. As the headliner at the Comet Canyon Saloon, the last thing she expected to go wrong was being lassoed off stage by a chaps-wearing outlaw. Raider's name has been tarnished by his good-for-nothing brother. The only way to clear it is by kidnapping the precious burlesque gem, Little Miss Mercury. After being stranded together during a desert storm, Mari and Raider discover that there's more between them than a hostage situation gone wrong…

When Logan Greenwood is transported to another world, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Beautiful elves, nymphs, and other magical beings are drawn to him, and he feels the stirrings of a mysterious power within himself as well.

Peartree House. A home where girls were taught discipline. A home where they were taught how to please powerful men. But I was different. I never understood why I wasn't trained like the other girls, but I was content with being a shadow no one noticed. Until that changed, and a man with a black heart claimed me for himself. He told me he'd never love me, and that my only use was to please him and give him an heir. He was cruel. Vicious. A man I hated with every part of me. A man I could never fall in love with. Or so I thought...

In a world of warring orcs and men, Lieutenant Aulis Gerrard can't afford to lose one more battle. But when he faces off against the biggest, most brutal berserker in the orcs' war-band, he knows he's met his doom… Until the deadly orc drops his axe. Draws Gerrard close. And orders him… to run. In the heat of the moment, caught in the orc's inexplicable thrall, Gerrard obeys—but the fallout costs him his rank, his position, and his pride. With little left to lose, he decides to hunt down the brazen brute in the forest and demand a rematch. But the orc doesn't want just a rematch.

Guarding my lovely hostage has become my obsession. I protect Marisol from the vicious men in my brutal cartel, including myself. I've kept the promise I made to my boss on the night of her capture: No one touches her.

I can still remember the moment I first heard Cyrus Holt's deep, commanding voice. I didn't know who he was or about the life he'd left behind. I was just a trembling orphan on the run from a monster, and he was the man offering me shelter and not giving me a choice about it. This boss of bosses didn't assign someone else to watch over me. He slept on the floor next to my bed when I woke up scared, then spanked me like a naughty little girl when I lied to him. He could have claimed me that night, ravaging me without mercy or remorse. But he didn't.

My name is Hector Briar, and I live for revenge. It's been eighteen years since Witch Hunters murdered my parents, and still, the night haunts me. A part of me died that night when six-year-old me was forced to listen to their brutal murder. Since then, I've gone from prey to predator. I spend my nights stalking Oxford's streets for those who'd see me slaughtered for being what I am. A witch. And more than that, the son of the last Grand High.

I fell for that dimpled smirk, cowboy hat, and magnetic charm. Too bad he saw me as nothing more than a pawn in his scheme. That alone should have stopped me from asking him to be my fake boyfriend a few weeks later. In my defense, I was out of options after a major screw-up that almost cost me my job. My lack of self-preservation skills didn't do much to deter me from the idea either. I may be a walking disaster. But everyone in Westridge knows Warren as the town golden boy who can do no wrong, making him the perfect candidate to repair my reputation and help me avoid getting fired.

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

When my stepfather dumps me off at Bainbridge Hall, I can tell I'm in trouble. At the mercy of the brotherhood, I'm forced by my mother's husband to follow their every command. I should run. Far, far away. From the moment I arrive, these bastards test me. Every time they push, another piece of my past trauma is exposed. But I'm stronger than they think I am, and I've learned the hard way the only person I can count on is me. One brooding artist. One football god. And one hate-fueled stepbrother.

I'd finally given up on having a family of my own. Until ex-con Jake Brand walks in. He's six-foot-five of ink and muscle and the farthest thing from a family man. He's also leaving in a few weeks. So, when he offers to help out—in my restaurant and in my bed—I cave in and say yes. But I've got rules, strict ones, to keep everything between us clear: No touching. No kissing. No emotion. And the lights stay off. Always. Except, it turns out, dirty-talking Jake doesn't do rules. He busts through them one by one, and every time, he cracks another piece of the shell protecting my heart.

There's a masked killer on the loose, and he's obsessed with one thing—breaking her. Seraphina Valez has lived through harrowing times, but nothing could have prepared her for Orion Adair. Not his looks. Or his charm. And certainly not the vicious beast lurking beneath his skin. But Seraphina has a backbone, and she'll need it to protect her heart from her scarred and tattooed kidnapper. Especially when being bound and at his mercy starts to seem like a good thing... Orion Adair has never wanted anything more than Seraphina. Not even getting out of prison for a lifetime sentence.

I have no desire for a pack. I don't need to be taken care of. I earn my own money as an OmegaFans creator. The National Omega Commission's heat services have all the alpha knots I'll ever need. As for love? That ship sailed a long time ago. So why is it so hard to keep these three men at arm's length? Ben, my best friend's brother, was only meant to be an uncomplicated party hook-up. Aleks, the broody beta who I'm certain only tolerates me. Not to mention "Ryder," the OnlyA's alpha I've started collaborating with. It's easier to ignore what's between us if I don't find out his real name.

I made a bargain in a dark alley to protect a man without a name. I'm just the beta; my twin is the desired omega. I scored a great job at a resort where I can earn enough to get us out of the desperate poverty we live in and finally keep us safe. In one stupid move, our fortune turns. The terrifying and powerful Treyfield Pack holds my life in the palm of their hands. The only thing standing in the way of them destroying me is that stranger from the alley. Now, I have something they want. I have something they can't live without. I have their omega.

After ten years together, Jeremy “Jem” Creed and his wife, Crystal, are looking to give their marriage a fresh start on Paradeisos, a mysterious island off the coast of Oregon. What they find is stranger than they could have imagined: the locals are named after Greek gods, horned thugs lurk in back alleys, and the women are strangely friendly.

I have sinful thoughts about one of my students. Every night. I picture her in my bed. In my shower. Underneath me. Right up against the chalkboard. I'm especially fond of that one. In my defense, I know her thoughts are as sinful as mine. She's begging me with her beautiful blue eyes. She's daring me to cross the line. No, I'm not a good man. And I'm done pretending to be. I know exactly what I'm going to do to her as soon as she walks into my office hours.

It's been 1097 days and 14 hours since I've been locked in this place. And they've come to me every night. The monsters in my dreams worship my body, and when I wake up I'm desperate for more. But they’re never there to finish me off. Dr. Adams says I can leave the asylum if I start to take my meds, but I've always hated how they made me feel...and I'm not sure that I agree with them that I'm actually crazy. Because dreams don’t make you crazy, right?

Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin's daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple... But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden. Now I'm caught between two men, and I can't tell which way is what. Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

Welcome to New York City, where the roaring twenties are filled with Rippers and revenge. Florence has returned home after facing months of torment, but she still cannot escape the demons that haunt her.