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Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

Five years ago, I ran from the devil who got me pregnant. I have a son now. A boy I'd do anything to protect. But I left behind the sister I loved more than life itself. So when Ilarion Zakharov finds me again, I have an impossible choice to make: Do I go back with him to the world I left behind? Or do I leave my sister to drown in the mess I caused? Ilarion doesn't make choosing easy.

One unforgettable night and one nameless face changed everything. He's wealthy. He's powerful. And he's married… to my mother. Staying away is impossible, and secrets and lies have become second nature. He's crawled under my skin, an energy larger than life, refusing to be ignored as he bends me to his will. Now, I'm so far gone I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep him close, collateral damage be damned.

Dragon shifter prince Kyran and his people are gravely in need of mates. Their planet’s female shifters are dying out, so they look to Earth for new women — but claiming one will be harder than he anticipated.

For August, Ryker, and Steve, the alpha werewolves in question, there's nothing ridiculous or confusing at all about wanting Dylan. The human smells like the word mate incarnate, and he's so achingly perfect that the idea of not having him is too terrible to even consider. Sweet, eager to please, and unexpectedly funny, he's everything they could ever want in a mate. With three of them and only one of Dylan, August, Ryker, and Steve are going to have to figure out how to make this work. Someone has to be left out in the cold, and no one wants it to be them.

Maisie Pickett's life is going great—if you count a struggling bike business, an unwanted roommate, and a not-so-charming stranger who's way too sketchy to trust. When Griff—just Griff—arrives on Michigan's Mackinac Island, where cars are a no-go and horses have the right of way, Maisie knows three things: 1. He's ridiculously hot. 2. He's clearly rich. 3. He's definitely trouble. Fast-forward one day, and Mister Tall, Dark, and Difficult shows up at her seriously understaffed shop, offering to work for nearly nothing. He can't mean it. There must be a catch.

I didn't mean to trespass on their cabin… or for them to catch me in their shower, dripping wet. But now I'm snowed in with three irresistible triplets, and there's nothing to do but… them. Ed is the bossiest triplet. I hate how my body obeys when he barks orders at me. Ollie is the epitome of a sexy mountain man. He could charm the panties off any woman. And Artie is built like a big teddy bear. I couldn't wish for a better cuddle buddy on these stormy nights.

Calli was born an impossibility. With the dual soul of a shifter and the natural magic of a witch, she was the first known shifter/witch hybrid. But in a world where witches hunt wolves to siphon their magic, and wolves kill witches, no questions asked, could she ever hope to find a place where she belonged?

It was a perfect plan. Grab my feckless brother from outside the pub, take him to our family cabin, and force him to sort his life out. Except, when I open the back of my little car, it's not my brother there, but the tall, dark, tattooed, Irish mafia boss he works for. And the kingpin is furious. Oops. Within seconds, he's turned the tables on me, and I'm his captive. Sorry won’t cut it. He wants compensation. And the only thing I have to offer him is myself. I might have kidnapped him, but the mafia boss isn’t going to let me go.

When I caught my fiancé cheating on me. With my maid of honor. On our wedding day. I ran away. And now I'm the nanny for three silver fox ranchers.

When Aurora Bennett witnesses a murder by a ruthless Los Angeles crime boss, she ends up stuck in her apartment like she’s the one who committed the crime. Then a sexy new neighbor moves in, and he’s just the sort of bossy, broad-shouldered male that makes her crazy—in more ways than one. Devon Whitestone can’t tell his neighbor Aurora the truth—that he’s actually a personal bodyguard hired by her brother, the owner of Bennett Security. Rule number one: don’t touch.

Bain met Diana, a.k.a. Luce, the night before he was set to deploy to Afghanistan. It’s not every day that you take your brother’s girlfriend to prom because he refuses to put out the effort. That night was one of the best nights of his life, and the next day, he leaves and doesn’t see her again.

The pack is balancing on an edge, trying to hold together after the last fight tried to tear them apart. Calli throws herself into trying to learn as much magic as she can, and her mates watch on helplessly as her obsession starts to take over. But old enemies are rising, and a surprising party reaches out, requesting aid. Now, facing everything she's lost, Calli needs to make a decision. Can she rise above the hate, the loss, the heartbreaking reality of what's happened and help those who need it?

With the pack still reeling from their encounter with the witches, all anyone wants is time to recover. But the pack promised the vampires a favor in return for their help—and it's time to collect. When the fight comes to the very edge of the packlands, it becomes clear it's not just the vampires who are under attack, we all are. With Calli's magic growing and the pack bond changing in unexpected ways, the last thing the pack needs is to be taking on another fight. But if there is one thing they know for certain—you can't afford to stop fighting when it's your soul on the line.

My life has always been pretty predictable. Run into burning buildings, save those in distress, be a hero. Shoot the shit with my fireman buddies, come home, and do it all again tomorrow. Little did I know that a random SOS call from a woman stuck in a plaster cast with nothing underneath (I swear I only caught a flash of skin) would throw me for a complete loop.

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.

When I prayed for a miracle this holiday season, little did I know I'd get Antonio, Benedict, and Hudson for Christmas. But fairy tales only exist in swoony love stories, and soon, some scary facts come to light: My stalker ex started the fire in my bakery....

What do men want more than anything? Money and women. As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man. Everyone wants a taste of what I've got to offer—and it's massive. Girls fight over me in droves. In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top. To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret… I'm a panty sniffer. What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.

Peter has made a terrible mistake. Set up to take a fall for a crime he didn't commit, Peter is facing ten years behind bars at Lockland Omega Penitentiary. Unable to handle the intense heat-blockers they use to keep the prison free from heat, he decides to sign up for the delinquent omega matching program. An alpha has to be better than prison… right? Peter commits to the program, signing away his rights and his future, agreeing to be claimed and owned by whichever alpha the program matches him to.

I've been friends with Artemis since high school, when we bonded over crushing on the same guy. Six years later, we’re roommates in our shiny new post–college lives—she's training for the Olympics while I start my pro football career. We’ve both recently had bad break–ups and she says if she’s going to get back out there, she needs dating lessons. Naturally, she asks me—her completely platonic roommate—to teach her. We practice eye contact. Hand holding. Cuddling during movies. Because that's what best friends do, right? Practice intimacy? For science?