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After being discharged from the Demonslayer guild, Mayumi chose to isolate herself within the forest. The best place to hunt and kill Demons. But, one night, she’s surprised when a different monster is lured by her baits. Just before she unleashes an arrow that’s aimed to kill, Mayumi pauses. She realises she’s seen that skulled, feline face before and that it had once saved her life.

First Sergeant Mack McClanahan loved his wife, Charlotte, more than anything. The two of them dreamed of having a big family. After years of miscarriages and heart break, Charlotte packs her things and leaves, telling him to have the dream with someone else. He couldn't convince her that the only thing he really wanted was her… that she was all the family he needed. After retiring from the military, he moves to Upstate New York to live like a hermit. He spends his days refurbishing an old farm house, and spending time with his dog, Bo, trying to forget the woman he lost.

She’s a witch. He hunts killers. Solving murders is just the foreplay. Maggie Maxwell didn’t mean to become the town’s newest scandal. But moving into her dead uncle’s haunted manor came with more than creaky headboards; it came with murders. Multiple. Right in her backyard. And a six-foot-four officer, built like a wall of muscle and her filthiest desires, babysitting her like she’s breakable. He’s brooding, bossy, and overprotective... and Maggie? She’s sworn off quick flings.

Forget. A word that means so much, and can be used in so many ways. I wish I could forget that my mother died when I was only sixteen. I wish I could forget the terror of living alone and on the streets. Most of all, I wish I could forget the fear I feel over my designation as an omega. Going through heat is normal, I should be able to suck it up and get through it with anyone, right? But sharing my body when I’m completely vulnerable feels too intimate to share with a random alpha. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice.

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough. Now they expected me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.

They called her the devil’s child. From birth, Assisi Lastra was raised on fear, shame, and whispered prayers meant to cleanse her soul. But Sisi never asked to be saved. She only wanted to be seen. And then she met Vlad. A monster. A living weapon trained to destroy, not to love. She thought she could save him, but instead, he broke her trust and ripped her soul apart. And then he left. But monsters don’t know how to stay away from the light they crave. Vlad comes back a man changed.

"Boom!" The best sound to ever exist, besides the irritations of Lev Volkov when I best him at every turn. Silly wolf, he's not the hunter in this forest—I am. Lev's beady blue orbs lock onto me, taking me for some bounty to be claimed. Too bad I've rigged the field around my life.

“I do.” Words I never thought would escape my lips. Now they bound me to the charismatic head of the Volkov Bratva, Nikolai Volkov. His mesmerizing blue eyes, charming smile, and silky smooth voice would be my downfall, and yet, also my salvation. The two simple words would also be a personal vow to destroy my stepmother and enemies. If I’m forced to be bound to the mafia life forever then I’ll show them all. I’ll show them how far this ‘angel’ has fallen. I’m not a pawn like they all think.

The day my wife slept with my best friend, everything fell apart. There was only one person I could turn to–my teammate and secret desire, Trinity "Taz" Guerro. We shared one passionate night. I woke up alone, without even a note on the dresser. She called it a mistake. I called it a new beginning.

Vlad Kuznetsov is a psychopath—a killing machine. Experimented on from a young age by a mad scientist, he cannot feel anything. No pain. No remorse. No regret. His violent episodes make him a danger to society, so he’s learned to live in the shadows. Alone is safer. Alone means control. Until her. Assisi Lastra. The little nun with fire in her eyes. She should fear him—everyone else does. But instead, she stands toe-to-toe with the devil and dares him to feel.

Something out there has its eyes on me, I can feel it from the shadows with every step. Stepan Volkov seems like prince charming with his enchanting blue eyes and captivating smile—he is anything but. The depths he goes for me makes him my own twisted king though. He provides me with the safety and protection I have sought all my life, from myself and the demons of my past. My heart will take a hit, but so will my enemies. Stepan may be the man behind the rifle. But I call the shots. And I’ve got my targets lined up.

After finding out the baby his fiancée is carrying is not biologically his, Theo Reeves leaves town and vows to never come back. That is until, 22 years later he returns to handle his late mother’s estate. The hatred of being back in his hometown drives him to a dive bar just outside city limits. A night he planned on spending alone and drinking away the memories, is interrupted by a blonde half his age he can't help but be drawn to. Something about her green eyes and the way she despises this town nearly as much as he does, has him wanting to make some reckless decisions.

I've seen the worst humanity has to offer. I gave up everything for my country as a career spy. Now, the only thing my daughter wants from me is to get her mother, my first and only love, to her wedding. The mother of my child is just as stunning as she was three decades ago. When I approach her, she immediately attacks, protecting herself in a way that I'd never seen before. Someone has hurt her. If I had to guess, they hurt her for years. Her walls are higher than the fucking Andes Mountains, hiding a wounded Princess inside.

Sparks ignited when I fell at Isaac Holt's feet—literally. Although his unique-colored eyes sheltered an arsenal of secrets, the immediate connection between the brooding businessman and me were undeniable. With lines crossed and a date penciled in, things were set to get roasting... until fate intervened. Even being my first week on the job won’t alter the facts: not even rookie federal agents are allowed to date their targets.

He'll never let me go. I'll never stop running. When the bratva try to get me to throw my championship fight, I flip them one middle finger and decimate their candidate. I knew my actions wouldn't go unpunished, but I didn't care. I'm unbreakable. I’m surrounded, outmanned, outgunned and I'm ready to fight my way out. I think I’m all alone until a familiar, deep British voice says, “Play fair now. The lady gets to beat you, one at a time.” My one-night-stand has deep connections I knew nothing about, and he's willing to start a war just to get me where he wants me.

Kidnapped, hurt, and left for dead were not on my bingo card this month. I’ve been running from danger my entire life. I finally have roots, a home, a roommate who is my best friend that I’m secretly in love with. I refuse to take shit from anyone, so when I kicked a belligerent alpha out of my club, I didn’t realize my life would change forever. Three gorgeous alphas saved me from being eaten by rats, making me think that was the end of my nightmare. But now I’m locked in a house that would be any other omega’s dream home, but to me it’s a pretty cage.

I’ve been captive for longer than I can remember. My handler bought me from my parents when I presented at 10 years old because he likes his girls young and innocent. Yes, it’s just as bad as it sounds. Now my life is pain and misery, but it’s routine so it’s manageable until my handler announces he’s selling me at Auction. The hormone suppressants aren’t working anymore, and I’m simply too old for him now. I’m shaking in my skin as I wait my turn to walk across the stage when I smell the most delicious scent. Why is Fate such an evil witch?

The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

Aislan made a deal, his life in exchange for his brothers. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea, but now it has sunk in that he has to spend the rest of his 400-some years with none other than Typhon, Sidhe’s one and only snake shifter. To make matters worse, Sceach Gheal, Typhon’s home, doesn’t contain much to do. There’s no sitting area, no library, heck, there aren’t even proper servants, just some small, ornery dragons Typhon keeps around to do his dirty work.

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough. Now they expected me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.