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When outcast cobbler Rhianne braves the enchanted wood to find her fated love, absolutely everything that could go wrong does. The Matchweaver witch’s magical loom reveals Rhianne is fated for the most powerful fae prince in history. Sounds great to Rhianne, but the Matchweaver has big plans for the prince, and they don’t involve a lowly cobbler. The Matchweaver rages at the match, and her fit angers the ancients who crafted it. The ancients present a magical wand to Rhianne, setting the young woman on the path to raise a new Matchweaver.

I'm Bree, and I see dead people. Not all dead people. Only those with unfinished business. They're everywhere—I'll be eating my breakfast, and a poisoned heiress glares over my Cheerios. I've returned to my hometown of Grimdale to cat-sit for my parents while I plan my next move. I'm looking forward to raiding their fridge, hanging out with their two kittens, and staying far, far away from anything supernatural. But I forgot that I'm never alone in Grimdale. The three ghosts I used to play with as a kid are back in my life again. Only now I'm their age, and they're infuriatingly attractive.

I've been alone for over three hundred years. The darkness is around every corner, trying to swallow me whole as I watch my packmates one by one find their true loves, while I stand permanently on the sidelines. But when she collapses in my arms, everything comes into crystal clear focus. I don't even know her name, only that it's her. My mate. The one I've been waiting centuries for.

The hottest footballer in town is searching for the girl who got away. Me. We had one amazing night together, but when I woke up, I knew I needed to get back to my boring life. But he refuses to take no for an answer. The whole city is looking for the girl with the custom-painted Converse.

I could no longer run from my past. It had caught up to me, and I was now faced with the reality that Pastor Malcolm may not be my biggest problem. There was something far more terrifying waiting in the shadows that threatened everything and everyone in my life. Something that was setting my world ablaze in a flame that I may not survive.

Lorelei is half elf in a kingdom where that bloodline is synonymous with "slave". The Umbra King holds everyone captive with his pet dragon who knows no mercy. She hides in the shadows and steals to stay alive, until a rebel group gives her an offer she can't refuse. The King seeks a bride. If she can get close enough, she could drive a dagger into that wicked man's heart. But the bridal games are more difficult than most. Lorelei must prove herself not only beautiful, but talented, poised, and deadly as the king.

You know the phrase, "It is what it is?" Well, for Bridget Woods, it is what you make it. But even she has to admit… this situation seems pretty hopeless. She accepted the Locke Pack's ridiculous offer so she could finally find some control over her life. Sure, they were a hot mess, and she definitely hated them, but Bridget was never a girl to shy away from a challenge. She also never expected she would be splashed across media headlines, outed as the famous pro-baseball players' "fake fiancée." There's only one way to save face—the atrocious alphas have to double down and move in with her.

Supernaturals split with opinions for the hierarchy being abolished, sowing seeds of discord in an already divided people. The dragons of Blezen implanted their DNA into their supernatural allies, but their plan wasn’t producing the dragon mutation they’d expected. Their only hope to have the dragon utopia they craved was to take possession of the supernatural relic. The humans and supernaturals fought at the site for the supernatural relic, a relic capable of wiping magic from Kalista. The three sides of this war were at perilous odds, but whoever ended up with the relic would win the war.

Verena was the lost princess of Marmoris, the very thing we had spent our entire lives looking for, and I had let her go. The lingering taste of her mixed with the deep ache in my chest over her betrayal haunted my days and nights. I knew she was hiding something, but her secrets were far more treacherous than I could have imagined. Though I wished my own betrayal hadn't been so bitter on my tongue. Now, my dreams are haunted by the way her deep blue eyes looked up at me in shock when I revealed I knew her truth.

Kidnapped by the witches, I'm forced to attend a school designed to train me in all things "magic." My aunt offers me a deal in exchange for my compliance. During the week, I'll learn how to be a proper witch. On the weekend, I'm free to return to my family and friends. Sounds great, right? Wrong. So, so wrong. Meanwhile, in the outside world, Christian has been consumed by his wolf, my mates are struggling to adjust after the attack on the shifters, and Grayson forges an unlikely alliance to get answers.

They didn't want me then, but it seems like the boys from my past don't want anyone else to have me either. We were always going to pack, but my teenage dreams were flipped upside down when they rejected me, leaving me bleeding and broken. I survived and found my way. Now, I'm returning home a completely different person to pack with my new alpha. First, though, I have to put an end to what the boys from my past started.

Ivy Noelle Winter is content with being a thirty-one-year-old unbonded omega with no prospects of a pack. She adores teaching fifth grade, she has wonderful friends—and that baking show marathon isn't going to watch itself. Until a snowstorm and power outage traps Ivy in her classroom after hours… with three men. Rome, the new alpha music teacher. James, the flirtatious beta vet he's bonded to. And Logan, the town's grumpy alpha electrician. Their scents call to Ivy and her body answers, setting off her first-ever mini-heat.

I’m an unremarkable Pyromancer student; there’s no chance I’m skilled enough at runetracing to graduate—let alone take part in the war against the Silithik. Yet after a surprise attack on the Fifth Academy, I’m the only Pyromancer left alive. Now I’m thrust directly into a Dragon Quintelaide, an elite fighting unit comprising one member of each battle profession.

Bucking the typical necromancer storyline, Erasmus has managed to carve out a life filled with love and purpose. With Halloween fast approaching, Erasmus is ready to enjoy his favorite time of year. Unfortunately, Detective Franklin O'Hare's Midwestern past has other ideas. Covered in blood and found wandering the streets surrounding Chicago, a necromancer is being accused of murder—the victim and circumstances unknown.

When your soul is torn apart, and your heart feels empty, how do you breathe? When the flames of hell burn bright, and all hope seems lost, how do you survive? When war is coming for those you love, and darkness prepares to strike, how do you face the wrath? When truths are awoken, and the supernatural world is brought to its knees, how do you rise back up? The time for questions has passed. It is time to act. Time to fight. Time to conquer evil once and for all. May courage drive you. May you know no fear. May we all rest in peace wherever our pieces may fall.

Hi, I'm Eve Wakefield, twenty-five years old, professional caterer, recently abducted by aliens alongside my best friend. I'm also completely and utterly screwed. Lost on a jungle planet. Rooming in a downed spaceship with a dragon dude. Being hunted by a moth man with demon eyes and vampire teeth. Begging for help from a tentacle-tailed fox man who also happens to be… a space cowboy?

In a world of recently warring orcs and men, Gwyn Garrett is a lord’s daughter on a mission: to escape her lord father, dump her cheating betrothed, and pursue her true calling as a plant-obsessed midwife—until the night her brand-new house is invaded by an orc. He's a tall, taunting, treacherous monster with sharp teeth, vicious claws, and gleaming black eyes. Worst of all, he has a blatant, brutal mission of his own. He’s come to court her, claim her, compromise her.

I really should've stayed in bed on my twentieth birthday. Instead, I decide to go out, have a few too many drinks, meet Adrian—a gorgeous man I'm magnetically attracted to—and if that isn't enough, I manage to get abducted to another realm. I find out I'm not human—well, not entirely. It turns out I'm a demigod, half-human, half-god.

I've spent my entire life doing two things: training to be a ballet dancer, and longing for a scent-match. My feet bled for one, and my heart bled for the other. Then my first heat hit, and my deepest dream became my darkest secret. I scent-matched with my best friend and ran. It's been five years since I last saw him—happily in someone else's arms—and I couldn't bear to break his heart.

All my life, I've been scorned for what I am: an object of desire, a temptress, a demon. Now my dark and mysterious powers of seduction might be my only salvation. I am living in a nightmare. Rune's voice torments me. Cruel hands offer touch and torture that I cannot refuse. My addictive blood spurs obsession and frenzy, but I am not defenseless. The born vampires can't fathom the embodiment of wrath and vengeance they are forging from sin and blood.