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Christmas Eve. She walks into a bar. He sits beside her. No names. Just heat. When he says he's the scariest one here, she only wants him more. Morgan simply needs to escape her family and disappear into a stiff drink for the night. Then a sexy silver fox offers the kind of distraction she should refuse, but going home sounds like torture—and not the sexy kind. A filthy age gap, dark romance Christmas novella, Krampus Kruk unwraps what happens when you go home with a stranger—and discover he's no Santa, but the devil of Christmas himself.

I'm trapped in a forgotten nightmare with the monster I most fear. The key to my freedom lies behind a wall of memories. Xero's specter invades my mind, whispering both vengeance and salvation. He insists he's real, yet I can't trust my shattered psyche. But as my tormentors draw close, I must rely on the phantom I betrayed for protection—and for revenge.

My life seemed pretty perfect until I turned twelve. Then everything was destroyed with a fainting spell, a doctor's visit, and a diagnosis that rocked me to my core. Now at seventeen, I am being shipped to a new country and school with no support from my father. I'm facing a tangled web of lies and truths that will test and threaten to break me, but I've never been the type to back down. The Kings of Wayward Academy set their eyes on me, and the chess game begins.

She checked in at the free use heat clinic for some relief and found a pack instead. Emily has had one lousy heat after another, and is finally ready to break that cycle of hope and disappointment. When she goes to the nearby free-use clinic, she’s not sure what to expect. Breeding waivers, group activities, and restraints? Maybe this is all she’s destined for. What pack wants a thirty-six year old omega who might be past her breeding prime?

I'm not sure what’s real anymore. One minute, I’m living a perfectly mundane, comfortable life, and the next, I’m being married off to a man I’ve never met in a quickie ceremony, then whisked away to live in his creepy old mansion on a secluded estate. My new husband is dangerous and unpredictable. Sometimes he’s calm, and sometimes he’s chaos. It’s like his personality is fractured in two halves; I never know which side of him I’m going to get, and the constant looking over my shoulder is starting to take its toll.

For as long as I can remember, I've watched over Eloise Meadows. She's too innocent for this wicked world; her perfection is her curse. The instinct I have to protect her is mine. I'm a slave to infatuation. My obsession is lethal. The fantasies I have… unspeakable. My name is Ren Ashcroft, and I'm never far away. Always…in her shadow.

At the stroke of midnight on my twentieth birthday, he comes in darkness and in blood. Elio Titone, heir to Toronto’s most brutal Cosa Nostra famiglia. Turns out my father is massively in debt to the Sicilian mafia. Elio has come for one thing and one thing only – to claim what he is owed. And what he’s owed is me. My captor is dangerous and demanding. Tortured, possessive, and wealthy beyond belief. He traps me in his gilded, violent world and offers me no hope of escape. But the longer I spend with him, with his dark eyes and scarred hands, the less I want to claw my way out of his cage.

It was supposed to be a one-night stand; a completely anonymous hookup with no strings attached. When that same girl shows up for recruit training and my best friend introduces her as his little sister, however, things get... complicated. Because even though I agreed to a one-night stand, I can’t get Quinn Jacobsen out of my head. It isn’t long before the two of us start sneaking around, and the deeper we get into our web of lies, the more it starts to unravel.

Of all the guys, my money was not on Myles to choose Princess over me. Ren Davies has proven to be a worthier opponent than I gave her credit for and refuses to bow at my feet. Her past is a confounding maze of dead ends that leave me with many questions and no answers. But one thing is clear… she is a threat. As my knight betrays me and begins to pull away, I need to regroup and formulate a new plan of attack. Whatever power it is that she holds is seeping deeper, forcing me to change my tactics, but I fear that it is already too late.

I see dead people, and not just the men I murdered. I'm in danger of being committed because I can’t tell what’s real from my hallucinations. Everyone thinks I’m crazy when the serial killer I jilted starts haunting my house. He assassinates any man who shows me interest, leaving their body parts under my pillow. During the day, his gaslighting destroys my peace of mind. But at night, he invades my nightmares and makes me crave the depravity.

I’m the monster in the shadows—but she’s addicted to monsters. She looks so pretty when she cries out in her sleep. I’m obsessed by her gasps when she hears me coming for her. I'm hooked on the way she fights me when I pin her down. When she starts investigating the wrong missing girl, I have to punish her to keep her from digging—or her dark past will swallow her whole.

Millicent Foxboro is haunted. Not by ghosts, but by the anguish of her past and the uncertainty of her future. After all, even in the progressive year of 1928, most people would balk at hiring a woman who’d spent two months in a mental ward for traumatic amnesia. So when an uncommon assistantship to a reclusive Professor of mythology falls into her lap with an ungodly salary attached, her desperation for stability overrides her cautious nature.

I’ve taken everything from my Songbird. Her freedom. Her innocence. Even her name. She’ll no longer be known as Deirdre O’Malley, but Deirdre Titone. My wife. Whether she wants to be or not. It’s the only real way to show this city who she belongs to. The only way to tell the world that she’s as protected as she is possessed. I’ll keep her safe, even if there’s no one left to keep her safe from me.

What do a serial killer, a football star, a goth girl, and a jealous stalker have in common? We might die soon. As the certified goth girl on campus, I'm used to being an outcast. No one understands me, and that's okay. Life is simple, if not a little lonely. Until I trip over a dead body and fall into an open grave. The murderers are insane. One calls himself Reaper and pretends he's a Sex God—I mean Death God. The other has a stick so far up his ass that I'm pretty sure he put it there for fun. Instead of killing me for learning their secret, Reaper decides that we're going to play a game.

I've got a lot on my plate. Not only do I have my own pack to protect, but I keep the whole six-pack territory secure by training and running the security squad. The new recruits are here for the summer, and it's my job to whip them into shape. I can't afford any distractions, but one of the female recruits is doing just that- distracting me. Fallon is the most frustrating girl I've ever met; she's all alpha female and she openly challenges my authority. She's so far from my type, but for some reason, I'm drawn to her.

He’s New York’s coldest billionaire CEO. And I just accidentally became his daughter’s nanny. To be clear, I didn’t mean to become anyone’s nanny. There was a coffee shop. Some bunny-shaped foam art. And a serious case of mistaken identity. Now I’m working for Sullivan Beaufort. Grumpy. Guarded. Sinfully handsome. And CEO of Beaufort Diamonds.

Alira, a devoted demigod knight, has found herself trapped in the throes of a brutal curse—a time loop in which the demon kingdom's Blood Knight kills her every time. She is haunted by the attack she led on the innocent village of Thornhall, and her guilt consumes her from the inside out. After the twentieth time loop, she has finally had enough. Something has to change, lest she die at the Blood Knight's hand for the rest of time. A choice she hopes she won't regret—one to end the war between demigods and demons.

Lilith Clarke is supposed to be dead: murdered by the vicious King Oren, her blood staining a field of daisies. But death would have been merciful. After years of having no name, she is finally given a title: Queen of Umbra. But it will cost her everything. Lily is now bound to King Asher, the most powerful and brutal shadow divinus in all of Omnia. Forced to rule in secret, she slowly loses herself to the darkness. She fears it will swallow her whole.

My bonds are broken. Gone. I'm left alone to pick up my shattered pieces. A bondless, pregnant omega. It feels like I can't breathe without them. We were all each other had in the world. Or so I thought. One of my alphas had a brother that he kept secret for ten years. A twin brother. Link shows up out of the blue with his pack, wanting to help me. But I can't look at him without longing for someone I'll never see again. They think they can fix me, glue all my broken pieces back together. Joke's on them. My jagged shards will never fit back together again.

Good girl. I am good. I’m good at my job, running my company, and making a filthy amount of money. But when a tattooed, dark-haired stranger a decade younger than me whispers Good Girl in my ear—I don’t want to be good anymore. Behind closed doors, Salt shows me things I’ve never experienced. He holds me captive with his burning touch and fevered demands of submission. He brings me to my knees and makes me yearn to stay there forever, even as the clock ticks… Everyone says what we’re doing is sinful. That a woman like me shouldn’t have desires like this.