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Arlo Rook has decided it’s time to move out of Garren Castle, home for orphans of all races, magical or not, at 100 years old. It’s not the first time he’s left home, but after a setback that landed the Hedge Witch in the hospital a year ago, he ended up right back at square one.

River Erikson is a man on the run. After scenting his true mate, he’s done everything in his power to escape. Just because he was born an omega doesn’t mean he needs to answer fate’s call and drop to his knees for some alpha. Especially not a smug mafioso who thinks way too much of himself. Luckily, his job at STAHP - the vicious vigilante organization that works to police shifters when law enforcement can’t - keeps him busy enough that he can try to forget how his traitorous body reacts whenever a certain muscled Russian is around.

I've wanted Levi ever since my friend Cole introduced us. When Levi moved to my hometown of Coral Pointe Inlet, I thought I finally had a chance to land the sexy, misunderstood man. After months of trying, though, it's clear he doesn't want me the way I want him. Putting some space between us is the only way to reclaim some of my dignity. I'll suffer through as many bad dates as it takes to get over the oblivious man. It's time to face the facts: He's never going to notice me when he's too busy looking at someone else.

Help wanted: Producer for the latest album from multi-platinum selling band Birds of Prey. Enter Sammy Rhodes, famed DJ named The Spin Doctor. He is a musical genius and fits in with the band like he's our sixth member.

Getting ghosted by a guy Kevin wasn’t even really interested in—okay, he maybe sort of could have been, but definitely not now—was the final nail in the coffin. Just because Hank wormed his way into Kevin’s life and friend group, doesn’t mean Kevin has to give him the time of day. Too bad Hank isn’t getting the message.

My life's one bad joke after another. I'm in a race against time to steal a Death Goddess's key before it falls into the wrong hands. There's also a good chance the ruthless family I left behind are hot on my heels—and vying for the very same key that I'm planning to destroy. Saving the world is tricky enough, but doing it while chronically broke is another thing entirely. I don't have time to worry about paying my rent—even if I am late. Yet again. And I don't have time for romance, even if my heart has other ideas

Just call him the brat tamer. Cooper Shaw knows exactly what kind of a man he wants, and someone who is interested in being a part time boy isn't it. He wants a boy who will turn over everything to him. But not easily. He wants to have to work for it. What he wants is a boy with spirit and sass. The kind most Daddies want nothing to do with. What Cooper wants is a challenge. Also known as a brat.

Everything changes when I meet the captivating gargoyle. He offers to fix my broken magic, and his smoldering touch and commanding presence make me feel alive for the first time in years. But Gothel's help comes with a cost. He demands my complete surrender. And when I discover just how good it feels to give in, it's a price I'm willing to pay. Our dangerous game of seduction and submission leaves me yearning for more. Even as I give myself to him, I know the bliss is short-lived. I'll learn from Gothel, and then I'll steal from him.

I spend my days narrating steamy queer romance novels—which is ironic, considering my own love life is nonexistent and I've always thought I was straight. Until Logan. He's my best friend. My person. We've been inseparable for years, and now I'm starting to see him as something more. Then the emails start. Someone's watching me. Stalking me. And Logan is the only person I can turn to. We're together constantly, and the longer we're stuck in this mess, the harder it is to ignore the tension between us that isn't supposed to be there. Or maybe it always was. Maybe I just wasn't ready to see it.

Only months ago, Hector was on his deathbed. Now, he's fled his home, abandoning everything he's ever known to protect his family. But in Nemeda, Paris and Helena don't need their older brother to provide for them. Unmoored, Hector struggles to find his purpose until a conniving Nemedan chief questions their legitimacy in the clans. The three refugee siblings must each serve a year on the wall, fighting in the unending war with Nemeda's southern enemies. But Paris and Helena have carved a place for themselves in their new home; Hector alone is unanchored.

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Jeremy has always wanted to befriend mythical creatures, play with forbidden magic, and meet his fated mate. Okay, okay. He knows the difference between fiction and real life; he is an author after all . . . Or he would be if he ever got to "The End" on one of his stories. So he realizes his desire to live inside a fantasy romance novel is a touch unrealistic, but where is the joy in living a life that is boring and predictable and overwhelmingly blah?

I don't do lovey dovey. Watching my four best friends trip and fall into their forever person has been both comical and confusing. When a hurricane hits Coral Pointe Inlet, it throws me into a tailspin I didn't see coming—with a man who lives to drive me crazy. Jared, the sexy—I mean, the snarky fisherman, has been the bane of my existence for the last three years. How I find myself by his side is beyond me. Realizing I may actually want to be that person for him makes me question a choice I made a long time ago. Which doesn't make any sense because my decisions are never wrong . . . right?

When I was young, I used to dream of finding my viramore—my soulmate—in all these crazy and amazing scenarios. But then my ex-girlfriend hired a mind-bender to mess with my memories, and well, it's no surprise that romantic notions flew out of the window for me. I guess it's fitting that the first time I meet my viramore, he points a crossbow at my head and threatens to kill me if I don't get out of his way. Thing is, I've always liked a good challenge, and Hiro Grimbsy is nothing if not challenging. He's kind of a jerk, but I guess I'm glutton for punishment because I can't seem to stay away.

King Dmitri was once a prince of flowers, but when his father was murdered in a treasonous plot by his own family, all of Dima's hope and innocence shattered. At his lowest point, he took the crown and bonded the land, and in the process, he lost himself. Now, the boy I once loved is brutal and cruel, and the best I can do for his kingdom is to put us both out of our misery before he destroys it all.

I've spent most of my life knowing that supernatural creatures exist but never really interacting with any, so my knowledge of them is limited. Still, who would've thought a demisexual incubus was a thing? Well apparently, not only is it a thing, but I have one who claims to be my soulmate—or viramore, as he calls it. And now he has it in his head that he's going to save me from my past.

I've played matchmaker to all four of the Syndicate Lords, but somehow, I never seem to find my own match. That changes when I meet a handsome stranger and fall hard. Vale Gentry may be tall, dark, and devastatingly charming, but I should have known better than to get tangled up with an elf. Everyone knows they're the snobs of the magical world. I'm nothing more than dirt under their gilded shoes.

I never asked for this. Okay, maybe a little. After all, the demon was undeniably hot. But I certainly didn't sign up to become his prey—because now my chest burns with ice as dark magic grows inside me and he'll be back to collect it. Thankfully, I have a savior. Tall, dark, and handsome, though his vintage dress sense is slightly pretentious and his aversion to sunlight is a bit strange. But if he keeps looking at me like I'm something worth devouring, I might just let him.

For centuries, I've gone through life floating from one lover to the next, never tying myself down to anyone. But then Grayson walks into my life, and I can't imagine spending it without him. Messing with the Warriors of Tempest isn't my greatest move, but to ensure he can stay with me, I'll do what I have to. When Delaro seeks me out, the little witch makes my heart soar in new and unimaginable ways. Unfortunately, Delaro is an Ellwood, and his coven leader thinks I'm out to get him.

My name’s Connor Lisowski, and here’s what you need to know about me: I’ve had a massive crush on my best friend’s older brother since high school. Everyone thinks I’m straight. I have two dads but I’m afraid to come out. I’ve never even been kissed. And somehow, I’ve been roped into pretending to be Reid’s boyfriend for the holidays. Who’s Reid, you ask? Only the aforementioned best friend’s older brother who never looked at me twice.