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Sabine finally had a chance at a life with Basten. Simple. Free. But gods and men conspired to rip them apart. Now, on the eve of war, Sabine is trapped in her father's secret-shrouded court, prized as the gods' new plaything. She clings to memories of Basten, the only thing that grounds her in the dangerously bewitching new world. She'll play along in a desperate gamble to escape—but if she slips and shows her true hand, she'll be separated from Basten forever.

One year after the fall of the Designation Government, Westin Anderson can barely comprehend her freedom. Now, she can have a job and take part in the newly formed Omega Rights Committee, but she's still barred from doing the one thing her heart desires—joining a pack.

After surviving childhood at the snooty, stuck-up boarding school for budding omegas, I have everyone convinced I'm a dud. My awakening? Never gonna happen. Heat, mates, and a fairytale pack life? Maybe next reincarnation. All I want is to be left alone. I'm invisible, and headed to a blissful solo future until the Wyvern Pack destroys my dream of independence. But Atlas, Hunter, Finn, Jett, and Orion are poison candy. They don't want an omega, but they need one, even if there will never be a real spot for me in their pack.

My name is Isabel Gallagher, and I have a secret. I can see ghosts. If anyone discovers my ability, everyone I care about will be killed. To keep my secret, I have to pretend to be magicless. Since mages value power above all else, I'm the town of Hawthorne Grove's favorite punching bag. I only have a year left here. Then, I can move away to a normal human town and forget that other mages exist. My five-year plan of staying alive and remaining undetected is on track. Until one night at the gym, I met them.

Love and loyalty collide in the aftermath of war, where Sorin consumes my every thought. Haunted by nightmares, the intensity of our connection blazes brighter than ever. In the dead of night, he visits, whispering promises of a future that weakens my resolve. The fear of losing him becomes an inferno, overshadowing all else.

For years, I have been living in secret, in a safe haven called Eridian for wolves and others alike inside The Deadlands. Hiding from the Highers' laws and the eyes of the Elites, the Highers' weapon, I make sure we survive the best we can while we live our simple lives. When we collected a female in need to bring her back to Eridian, it was supposed to go as planned, like any other time. And it did until a letter changed it all. As Alpha of Eridian, I have to keep our home a secret and my pack safe at any cost. Even if the cost is me.

All Dag Gates wants is a place to call home. (And to practice magic freely.) All Stefan Bjorne wants is peace in his adoptive country. (And less paperwork.) All Mikkel Vinters wants is both of them. (No, really, he could do wedding bells.) So why, pray tell, is half the magical community set on denying them all their wishes?

I'm the girl next door who looks for love in all the wrong places. Until the day my smoking hot neighbors who've always treated me like a little sister rescue me from the men who hurt me. They tend my wounds. They care for me. They make me whole again. Now the gloves are off. They're my fated mates, and they won't give me up for anyone. My enemies are determined to find and enslave me, but my three possessive, dangerous, and slightly unhinged alphas will lay waste to an entire city if that's what it takes to keep me safe. And they may just have to.

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation. But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral, trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it's all too much, too soon. I'm not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I'm scarred. I'm too broken, too ugly, too mean. Anything good in me was burned out a long time ago. No, she's better off without me. Now I just have to convince my wolf to let her go.

Gale has a problem. A really thorny problem. He can't touch anything made of wood without it bursting into bloom… which is inconvenient, to say the least. Clearly, his unicorn is cranky about something—Gale just wishes he knew what. In the meantime, being cursed with the world's most annoying green thumb is making it pretty much impossible to continue working as a sous chef. Maybe a relaxing trip into the mountains will be enough to soothe his sullen unicorn.

The past few weeks with her alphas have been a dream for Josie, but her newfound freedom is short-lived. Robbed of her autonomy, retraumatized, and disempowered, she finds herself struggling not to fall apart. Again. Cam, Theo, and Ben are desperate to help Josie as they feel her slipping away. Just as their love and care start to clear the shadows, the pack comes up against an alpha with a long-held obsession for their fated mate—and a plan that threatens more than just one life.

I don't ask for much from life; I get paid, and then I get laid. And piloting spaceships across the galaxy keeps my solo lifestyle well-funded. I don't need a relationship or any of the baggage that comes with it. I like my men like I like my coffee; to go. That is, until the most boring job in the universe goes horribly wrong and I'm snatched from my ship by a seven-foot alien. He's huge, he's purple, and he's ripped as hell. I'm sure I'm a dead man. Only it turns out he doesn't want to kill me. What he wants is far worse.

Mistakenly summoning a lust demon was not on Gabe's to-do list, but with a meddling grandmother, he's gotten used to the unexpected. The real trouble begins when Gabe realizes exactly who he's summoned. What's a guy supposed to do when an Infernal King of Hell has decided he's staying and wants to follow Gabe around like a stray puppy?

I swear I was only looking for a roommate. Just someone to watch TV and eat dinner with. Nothing… romantic. No way. But when I see all these humans gazing at me with open adoration and blatant lust and other things that make me wildly uncomfortable, I realize what a terrible mistake this is. Until I spot the one human woman in the group who is definitely not pleased to see me. In fact, she's scowling at me. She looks really, really annoyed. I'm kind of into it.

Blood. Torture. Murder. They've been my only companions for centuries. I haven't needed or wanted anything else. Until I see Matty smile. Then something in me, something that's been dormant for centuries, begins to reawaken. Matty doesn't belong in my world. He's loving, innocent, and full of joy. The darkness of my life would corrupt him in a heartbeat, but when he's dragged into it against his will, nothing can stop me from delivering my personal brand of justice. Matty keeps fighting for things I can't give him, for things I'm no longer capable of. I can't come between him and his family.

Sweet artist omega Bailey-Rose is dumped by the only man she thought would love her because of her congenital heart condition. Cut off from being able to participate in the national Scent Matching services Bailey-Rose has decided she will be single for life. In a surprising turn of events, who should show up in the middle of her pity party but her brother's best friend? Unbeknownst to her, Ulysses has moved back to town after years of traveling for work. Not only is Bailey-Rose stunned to find him in her room looking like a broken-hearted trash panda—but discovers they are a scent-match.

We were leaving Earth and traveling to an entirely new realm… Well, new for me. The Dreki realm. Before escaping Louisiana with my mother and meeting my mates, I'd lived trapped like a bird inside a cage of Pastor Malcolm's creation. I was free now. I was also starting to realize what that meant for myself, my mates, and my identity as a shifter. I may have had my wings cut, savagely severed by the hand fate dealt me, but I was becoming stronger and braver each day. There was an instinctual feeling inside of me, growing to the point that it wouldn't be ignored.

When I was young, I often dreamt of an alpha boy. With him, I belonged. I was important. Loved. We were going to marry and be together. Once I actually figured out how to get to him. But that was years ago and the foolish fantasies of a lonely teenager. Parallel worlds were only a theory. Alpha males were assholes who wanted to get their way. Soulmates were just stories for children. Then everything changed. One morning, I woke up on a park bench, unable to remember my name or how I got there. There was something not quite right about this place–and clearly I don't belong here.

She knows what it's like to walk out of a dangerous situation and straight into the unknown. That's what brings her to Shadow Security—only a case of mistaken identity leads her to accept a job that was never actually intended for her. Things look up when she catches the eye of one of the guys at work, but they take a downturn fast when she realizes he has no intention of staying faithful. Luckily, her handsome coworkers are there to help pick up the pieces, but everything compounds as the past catches up at the worst possible time.

When it comes to dragons, there's no such thing as safe. I learned that the hard way when my kith and kindred were slaughtered right before my eyes. Everyone thinks the wyverns and the sorcai did it, but I know the truth. I've been hiding from The Horde ever since, existing under their radar, surviving. And then one day, they find me… he finds me. Aeson Noctis, the king's second son and my new captor.