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I walk into the bar with my pack, and I scent her straight away. She’s lying behind the counter with blood trailing from an injury to her head. My desire to protect her stuns me almost as much as her beauty. But it’s the smell of her blood that stuns me the most—it’s something not quite human. When she wakes up, her fear tells me all I need to know. She definitely thinks she’s mortal. I choose to disagree.

I experience a pull so deep and so undeniable, that when I look up and meet the eyes of a waitress, our gazes lock. Recognition sparks between us. In an instant, I’m sure. This woman is mine. I can tell my parents sense the connection, too. But judging by their expressions, they know something I don’t. Like me, they’re aware she’s special. But the fear in their eyes tells me she’s the last person on Earth they want to be my mate...

Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him about the child I carried. I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried. But the second I see him again my heart lurches and it’s like all that time evaporates. I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea. I try to remind myself about the bad things: his possessiveness, his quick temper...but he’s different now. More mature. Protective. Settled. And hiding something. Something bigger than the child we share.

Tate is not the sort of neighbor you can ignore. Especially when he walks around half naked for all the world to see. I can't help that I got a weak spot for bad boys. But that was before I became a single mom, and I’m not so weak anymore. Besides, Tate lights my temper without even trying, and I swear he enjoys teasing me. Well, two can play at that game, and I think it’s time someone teaches him a lesson.

I was young and naive when I fell hard for bad boy Grizz, a shifter who was hot enough to melt my good girl heart. Big mistake. Because when good girls are naughty, they end up pregnant. Now I’m back in Forest Heights to care for my aunt with my son Rainer — the son I’ve been raising on my own for nine years because gruff, tough Grizz didn’t believe our baby was possible.

War has been declared on the shifter race, and my fated mate and I aren’t the only ones in shock. The news broadcasts are filled with outrage. Shifter activists are already protesting. Our only choice is to go to war and to start training for the battle that is coming. We know that if we can find and destroy our enemy Viola, her army will soon falter and fail. But in all the chaos, we missed the signs.

When Castiel’s pack reunion turns into a frosting-fueled disaster, the last thing he expects is to find salvation in the form of a tiny bakery—and the fiery, flour-dusted woman who runs it. Felicia’s barely keeping her business alive, her heart is still healing, and she has zero time for distractions—especially not the ridiculously hot country guy begging for last-minute cakes. But with a hundred people waiting for dessert and a cash offer she can’t refuse, she says yes.

Since discovering I’m not human and come from an ancient line of royal wolves, things have gone from bad to worse. I've had to do battle with the wolf hiding inside me, and I’m the only one who can stop the royals from ending shifter existence.

Anthony was my best friend and the first boy I ever kissed. The first boy I ever loved. I always thought we would be together. Then, he left town, and I never heard from him again. Now, there’s a new doctor at the hospital in the department where I work, and I can’t believe who it is. It’s Anthony.

Evil aliens plucked me from Earth and did terrible things. My alien rescuers say they want to help, but my body can’t help but shy away. But the more Coplan helps me recover, the more my mind starts to open up. He promises me that the sooner I tell him about what happened, the sooner I can go home.

The devil’s in the details, and I shouldn’t be surprised to find hell in Las Vegas. Luke doesn’t care that I can’t remember a thing about the deal we made on the night of my bachelorette party. All he cares is that I promised my love, my life, and my obedience to him for all eternity. Obedience? Not my style. I’m not looking to be owned by any man. To make matters worse, I was supposed to be marrying another. But Adam can’t stand against Luke’s strength.

The deal is simple: spend a month with a mysterious billionaire who is the owner of Louisiana’s La Petite Mort Casino, and he’ll forget my father’s gambling debts. If it means saving our family home and business, I’ll do anything. With his strong, sexy, take charge arrogance, Nicolas Dupont is a mystery to me. But it doesn’t matter how hot he is. This is purely a business arrangement. Nic can have any woman he wants and it makes no sense that he'd be interested in a virgin like me. I’m certainly not about to fall for a guy who thinks he can own me.

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.

Pretending to be in love with a shifter is dangerous. My sister and I have never gotten along, but she’s adamant she wants me to attend her wedding. The worst part is she’s marrying Tony, who was my high school sweetheart. That’s where Sting comes in. He’s my date for the wedding. When he hears Bridget talking me down - like she always does - he stepped in and offered to be my “boyfriend”.

I blame Rogue, my shifter best friend, for my poor taste in men. He’s always looked after me like a big brother, except my feelings for him have never been sisterly. But when it comes to women, he’s a playboy who has only ever seen me as a friend. Take my latest boyfriend - make that ex-boyfriend. I dumped Harlem because he’s been acting scary possessive, but he doesn’t like the idea of being my ex. Now Rogue’s coming to the rescue again. With a little careful digging, he’s discovered Harlem’s past with women is worse than scary - it’s sick.

Being a fashion model had its perks until stalkers and a nasty tabloid scandal forced me to return to my hometown of Lily Valley. When I thought things couldn't get any worse, I meet my new neighbor—my old high school sweetheart.

I thought escaping my abusive ex was the only thing standing in between my love for Cole and his son, Noah. But with Cole intent on forming a pack and being an alpha, it spells trouble for us in more ways than one. Anti-lycan groups and pro-wolf extremists are demonstrating together to protest interspecies relationships. I’m sick of being caught in the middle and am beginning to think seriously about becoming a shifter.

I swore to protect my fated mate, but now Liza is gone. She’s been kidnapped, and when I discover who is responsible, I’m determined to rescue Liza and make them pay. Except the identity of her captor raises more questions about the secrets in Liza’s past, which are darker and deadlier than any of us imagined. And even if the rescue is successful, that doesn’t mean Liza is safe. With our old nemesis Castro continuing to plot against us, we can no longer ignore the truth—he’ll stop at nothing to destroy my family’s empire and use Liza’s powers for evil.

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.

I need people in this town to take me seriously. I’m the only female handyman - er, handywoman - around, and my business depends on it. But the town’s men just won’t listen. Enter Rico. He’s a troublemaker, but he needs a job. Nobody else wants to work for me. It’s perfect. There’s no way I’m falling for the playboy.