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Ruthless. Lethal. Handsome as sin. The devil has always been wrapped in a tempting package. And that's Mason Kincaid. King of Vegas and of sinners. He owns half this town and runs the other half with an iron fist. He's pretty much everything I've learned to avoid. I dated his brother a few years back when I thought a bad boy would be fun. It did not take long for me to learn the Kincaids are not fun. They are the snakes in the garden…

Sebastian Aguilar lives under the shadow of the failure that ended his otherwise brilliant special ops career. An ex-Delta Force operator, he’s a warrior without a team, a drifter without a home, a man without a future. Gracie Rose is a woman convicted of a crime she didn’t commit. Which is fine by her. Prison is the perfect place to hide. But when she’s unexpectedly released, Gracie finds herself alone, destitute, and under attack, fighting to save herself from an enemy that’s ahead of her every step of the way.

Six years ago, I awoke in a cage with no knowledge of who I was or where I’d come from. Six years ago, I was spared the flesh markets and instead thrown in with a group of savages, where I learned it was fight or die. Now, eight Orders of Assassins are converging on the only home I’ve ever known. All in hopes of purchasing new blade slaves for their ranks. I’m for sale, yet all I want is a life far from death and ownership. Then I meet them, the Order of Scorpions. Their allure is a threat to the freedom I crave, but I won’t fall victim to their sting, no matter how tempting it might be.

I know what I want. So when opportunity knocked, I took it. I grabbed my shot, willing to do anything to make it happen. From the beginning, I knew I was destined to be with the six-foot-four, bourbon-eyed Rock God. Only back in the early days, he wasn’t a god. Rhys Granger was my brother’s friend, the boy next door who wrote verses and played his guitar in our garage. He was talented. Exciting. Damaged. The kind of guy who made all the girls cry…. Except for me. I thought I was special. Turns out I’m not. And now…I despise him.

Fortunes rise and fall in Wilbur Smith's tale of warring siblings and illegal diamond trading, The Diamond Hunters. The Van Der Byl Diamond Company, willed by its founder to his son Benedict, his sister Tracey and their estranged foster brother Johnny Lance, turns out to be a bequest of hatred. For it is couched in such terms as to offer Benedict the instrument of destruction of his bitterest rival. 'Destroy Johnny' is the old man's implacable message. And so, consumed with envy for Johnny, Benedict sets out in ruthless pursuit of this goal.

The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don't cry. I don't scream. I don't get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man—a stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more.

US law enforcement agent Heather Lane can read minds but not the future. The dream of battle and blood that recurs every night must be a fluke, some obscure terror from her own mind. What its significance might be, she can't guess: an attack from seven psychotic vampires at once, only separated from nightmare by an eighth very different immortal. A handsome, brave man fighting at her side, a man she misses when she wakes.

My life is a nightmare. I’m tormented by the evils I’ve seen, but still I hunt. Kill. My only comfort is Aria, my forbidden soulmate, whom I meet each night to fight an unseen war. When that war spills over and endangers her, there is nothing that can stop me from finding my love. Giving in to our blazing attraction could be the death of us, but with one brush of her hand, I’m willing to break every oath I’ve made. I’d burn the world to protect her from the evils that hunt us. Because for one moment of loving Aria? I would gladly give my life.

From the moment forty-eight alien superheroes crash-landed on Earth, photographer Monika Neumann had a favorite. She’s been crushing on the literally electrifying Taranis ever since she saw the cutie crawling out of his pod. Unfortunately, his popularity isn’t exactly crackling these days. He could use an image boost. Monika is in. One right photo op and she’ll put her ridiculously hot lightning-bolt-wielding hero back in the public’s favor. The best part is, the mission will bring her closer to Taranis.

Their job should be to kill me. Instead, I have become their favorite toy. The bones of every blood witch mark the entrances to the human villages. Blood magic is forbidden. It's evil incarnate. Everybody knows that. So, on my twentieth birthday, when my coven's sacred blood rite ritual reveals me as the first blood witch to appear in the last twenty years, I fully expect my bones to be added to the pile. What I don't expect is to be kidnapped by three egotistical, frustratingly gorgeous, and devious witch-killing warrior immortals with a peculiar and insatiable taste for my blood.

As a commoner, Kaylina Korbian's duty is to bow to aristocrats, avoid rabble-rousers, and call the haughty royal rangers "my lord"—especially the arrogant Vlerion of Havartaft. Handsome, powerful, and a legendary swordsman, he's the last person you'd want to cross. Naturally, Kaylina irks him at their first meeting, and he arrests her. Unbeknownst to her, the city is dealing with political strife and assassinations, and the rangers are on edge. Kaylina must work with Vlerion to clear suspicion from her name, even as she unearths a dark secret about him that will either bind them together.

The world is aware of Princess Raven Haley Scarlet Dragen—twin sister to her charismatic twin brother, Rook, the daughter of the Queen of the Unified Nations, and the offspring of a notorious dark dweller. Or so they think they know her. But she has been hiding a secret since she was born—the monsters within. She had to keep them locked away because one desires blood, and the other craves death. They are the reason the President of Russia seeks revenge and wants her dead. Now, the monsters are set free among a world of beasts and darkness.

The infected didn't break me. They didn't capture me for experiments and use me like an object. Humanity made me into the monster I am. I'm reckless because it makes me feel alive, careless because I'm addicted to pain. And I'm dangerous because I've got nothing left to live for. Nothing, until I meet a raider who seems to see right through me…who demands I do the one thing I said I'd never do again. Let him in.

When the Veil spits me back out, no one is more shocked than me that I survived, but I'm not the same person anymore. Not even close. I'm also no longer in the Kingdom of Eaorin. Somehow, I've ended up in the mystical fae realm of Illeoria, and I quickly discover that everything I thought I knew about the fae is horribly wrong. As I try to figure out how I got here and what I'm supposed to do now, my enemy is by my side every step of the way. Tormenting me. Tempting me. If he doesn't kill me, the fae realm just might.

After years of grinding away, making little indie games and releasing them into the void with relatively little success while struggling to sustain himself on minimum wage nightmare jobs, he has finally produced a hit. And after nine solid months of work, Atticus is burned out. In a fit of spontaneity, he books a lakehouse on the shores of Lakeside, the quiet little town he used to visit over summer break with his family. Unsure of what he's actually going to do when he gets there, Atticus get settled and hopes that his life will at last calm down.

SEAL operator Mikey Johnson has seen his fair share of horror. The one thing that keeps him going during his deployments is the comfort of knowing who is waiting for him at home. That is, until he returns one day to a betrayal that cuts him deeper than the rest. And love gives way to anger and mistrust. When his team ships out on their next tour, he finds that they've been assigned a new, temporary sniper from another branch. The last thing he expects is for that teammate to be a woman.

Our lands are fractured. They have been split into three since before my birth, but they were not always this way. Once, we prospered, magic filling our lands before it was locked away with them: the monsters. Now we suffer and starve even as our king grows stronger and richer. Then my sister is called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice. Unable to lose the one person I love, I take her place willingly, protecting her the only way I can.

I’ve been swept off my feet before, and I’ve got the bruises to show just how badly that ended. I’m not about to fall at the feet of the next man - or alien - to cross my path. Especially not when he steals me away from home and wants to use me as his broodmare. Kloran is intense and sometimes scary. A prince of his people with a duty so deeply ingrained, it’s hard to see where it ends and he begins. But the glimpses of the man beneath the hardened warrior prince make me wonder if there’s something more between us.

Drusilla Clare is full of opinions about why a woman shouldn't marry. But that doesn't stop the rush of desire she feels each time her best friend's brother, notorious rake Gabriel Marlington, crosses her path. So imagine her dismay when she finds herself in the clutches of a scoundrel, only to be rescued by Gabriel himself. And when Gabriel's heartless - and heart-pounding - proposal comes, it's enough to make Dru's formidable resolve crumble...

An overprotective law man meets a feisty red head in a friends to lovers protector romance. He lives to enforce the law. But he’ll break every rule to protect her. Nick Clark: A killer has resurfaced, and I’ll break every rule in the book to protect beautiful, scarred Meadow. Because I’ve done the most dangerous, most distracting thing an agent can do. I’ve fallen for her. Meadow Holiday: I don’t believe in fairy tales. Not after an attack left me a half a woman. But when Nick swears to protect me from my worst nightmare, his charm cracks my resolve to guard myself.