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I watched her. I knew I shouldn't. It was a mistake. Wrong. Forbidden. A glimpse of heaven before a depraved angel led me to hell. One email was all it would take to end the torture. A simple email, dropping Eden Wilder from my class and my life. But I couldn't do it. I was selfish—taking any bit of her I could.

I sent her away, humiliated her, made her think I wanted nothing from her. That was the biggest lie I'd ever told. Because what I wanted was everything from her. I was the villain. The bad guy. And she'd be mine.

No one knows the real me. The ruined girl. The scarred woman. Not even Sebastian knows how many broken pieces I have to keep together. But he does. The stranger who doesn't pry or care about my past. The masked man who helps me escape my troubled mind by taking me down a forbidden path. A dark path. Just when I think my life can't get any more complicated, I meet Gabriel King. My future father-in-law. That's when a truly twisted journey begins, and the consequences are darker than I ever imagined.

Annika Knowles knows better than to get involved with powerful men. She nearly became collateral damage in a war once before, but she ran, making a new life for herself in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. The High Roller Club offers someone with her skill set the chance to make her own way, and she's mostly managed to keep her head down. Well, if you don't count how she keeps falling into bed with one of the club's security specialists. Or how she accidentally caught the eye of one of the most dangerous men in Vegas.

Maybe Jackson would be different if he were in love. If he were in a relationship. Or, if the world outside this room hadn't fallen into violent chaos, hadn't become a constant war we have no choice but to fight. Maybe he would take his time. Be softer. Gentler. Maybe he would smile or even laugh. Maybe I would be different too. Maybe I wouldn't need his hungry eyes and demanding hands in the dark. But this is how we are together every time. He's not my friend or my boyfriend, but sometimes I go to his room after the sun goes down. I need to.

Briella Wilson is a quiet librarian who houses two secrets. Both of which could destroy her. Unfortunately for her, two students who attend the college where she works—Grant Gipson and Jason Nani—have a taste for forbidden fruit and harbor a dark obsession for their sweet-natured college librarian. Determined to possess her before they graduate, they and their friend Trip Baniker offer her a choice: play their game or they'll expose what they've uncovered about her to the world.

What do you do when your whole life unravels in front of your eyes? How do you handle betrayal by those closest to you? After catching my husband in a compromising position, I have some decisions to make.

Messing with Logan Kent at a college rager is the perfect way to get under his skin. But when I steal my stepbrother's girl, it becomes a different ball game. Changing the play might be the dumbest thing I've ever done.

When my best friend drags me to a vampire dinner club as her wingman, I'm determined—I won't end up on the menu. No eye contact. No flirting. Definitely no biting. Then he appears. Deadly attractive with a voice smooth like velvet, he murmurs into my ear, his lips graze my wrist, and I forget my resolve. The rush of his venom in my veins feels like falling off the world's edge. The lust consumes me, intoxicating and irreversible. I leave in a daze. I shouldn't have succumbed so easily, and I won't come back.

Grayson Kane liked to pretend I was just his wife's daughter, that whatever tension crackled between us wasn't a two-way street. Until I sent the "accidental" nude, that is. Then it became abundantly clear that he should leave the acting to my mother. He could deny it for eternity, but he wanted me, too, and no amount of distance or superimposed rules were going to keep me from doing what I do best—pushing limits for sport. Unfortunately for him, Grayson was nothing but limits. Calm, controlled, coiled so tight it was practically an invitation. Behave, Lyric. Or else.

The wealthy are crumbling. One by one, their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul. The wealthy are dying. But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat. I live among them. The "orphan girl" blessed to taste their life. To play their games. To have their men...

Kal Anderson is a stone-cold fixer, both in the literal and figurative sense. Nicknamed Doctor Death, he prefers to keep his messes confined to his workspace and out of his personal life. Still, when it comes to the notorious Ricci crime family, he can't seem to catch a break. He's not supposed to notice his boss's daughter or engage in any way with her, considering the sordid history he has with both of her parents. Elena Ricci won't let him go without a fight, though. Not with the date of her arranged wedding on the horizon.

My name is not the only thing on Nicklas Knight's naughty list—so is my body. He's the most possessive man I've ever met—cold and calculating. When he needs an heir, he offers me a contract that ensures my sister is taken care of for a long time. In return, he buys the right to breed me. This December, I belong to him—and trust me, he's no jolly old Saint Nick. His jealousy is a living, breathing thing, and he won't tolerate anyone else even glancing in my direction.

Daisy Dumont tries so hard to be normal. She doesn't talk about the night her parents were murdered, or the fact that she can't remember it. She certainly doesn't talk about her imaginary friend who disappeared shortly afterward. Then the MRF calls. The research facility finally admits that they took her former friend, and now they want her help to save him.

My mother taught me the rules of being a mafia princess. Don't ask stupid questions. Smile even when it hurts. Stay pretty and pure and perfect. Following the rules got her killed. So I do the one thing my mother couldn't: I run, leaving my fiancé at the altar, my throne empty, and my life behind. Five years later, I stumble back home looking for answers... and instead, they find me. The ex, the bodyguard, and the billionaire. Kings of the city, sitting on a stolen throne. They've changed all the rules. They don't want a pretty, polite princess. They demand a queen.

Chaz: Rafael is the best friend-with-benefits a guy could ask for, but I had to go and screw it all up by falling in love. Rafael: I spent so long pining after my best friend, I didn’t even realize the perfect guy was right under my nose. Collaring Chaz is a surprisingly sweet M/M rock star romance loaded with angst, band drama, contractual pup play, a cinnamon roll MC struggling with mental health and addiction, and a dominant rock god who saves him.

Imprisoned on false charges, I find myself facing years in the worldship's brig. But when the Darrvasons, a race of powerful aliens in need of females, demand a sample of human women to examine, I'm offered up as a patient. In exchange for my cooperation, I'll be released from the brig, the false charges dropped. Obeying Dr. Zahhn, the musclebound alien who examines me, however, proves a challenge.

All I've known is rejection—from my family and the alpha who should've been my fated mate. My mom hates me, and my dads took off when I was seven for another woman. And my so-called "fated mate," Tyler? Yeah, he rejected me years ago. So here I am—a packless omega, juggling my babysitting business and dodging our creepy pack leader, Henry, who just loves adding omegas to his little harem collection. But Henry's at my door with an invitation to his exclusive party, and I'm not exactly thrilled. Fine, I'll go. I plan on making a quick exit at the party, but then... I see him, Tyler.

All my life, I pursued women who made me feel like I was licking honey off the edge of a sharp knife. Those who seduce a man with one look. Bait, hook, and haul my ass to her table with a lick of her tongue across blood-red lips. Cue in Mia Harlow. Delicate. Shy. Fragile. Unapologetically feminine, five-foot-nothing, blonde college girl wrapped in pink. Not my type by any definition, but the electric stress between us grows stronger whenever I see her.

I used to think surviving the worst was the hard part. But no one talks about what comes after. Learning to trust. To breathe without flinching. To be held without expecting to break. My Alphas saved me. Claimed me. Wrapped me in the kind of love I never believed I'd have. Every day, I wake tangled in their arms with their scents on my skin and their bonds wrapped tight around my soul. And for the first time in years, I feel safe. Whole. Even happy.