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I damned myself to save Angelo. One desperate deal with a demon lord, and now I'm dragged into the depths of Hell itself. But my vampire king's last words burn in my soul: Stay alive, and I will find you. Every hour in Hell's cruel court strips away pieces of my humanity, revealing powers that shouldn't exist in a mortal soul. The truth about my angelic father lies somewhere in these infernal depths, but the demon lord's games are pulling me deeper into darkness. My only defense is the volatile magic in my blood—a power caught between Heaven and Hell that could either save me or consume me.

As the omega who never manifested, I became the family secret. That is, until a wealthy alpha makes me a deal: Marry him and pretend to be his pack omega so he receives his inheritance. After six months, I’ll get my money and live out the rest of my life in peace.

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing. Before I can think better of it, my tongue sneaks out over my lips to scent my surroundings.

There’s a hit list circulating the prison, offering up large sums of cash for our deaths—me and all of my men. Assassins, serial killers, and murderers...They’re all coming out of the woodwork to collect their prize. Even a queen and her kings can't fight off an entire army. Escape is our only option if we want to survive.

It’s a universally known fact that omegas don’t party. Well, most omegas don’t. The night before I was set to be matched at the Compatibility Ceremony, I went out to party. I didn’t care that I might get in trouble because I didn’t want to waste my last night of freedom being what everyone expected me to be: good. Everything was fine…. Until it wasn’t. The authorities showed up, and I got arrested just as my high hit. To make matters worse, I got banned from finding my match and was sent to the Omega Auctions.

Celestia Rainbow goes from the lands of the living to another realm far darker and more depressing than she'd ever imagined. Not only does she have to accept the darkness inside her, but she must now change her perspective and realize that there are two sides to every tale. Without her men and family to assist, it's time for Odion to help Celestia find the truth of who she is—or, inevitably, who they all were in the past. A journey into the Dark World opens a door of memories and delivers all the answers she needs to be the unicorn shifter she was destined to be.

Traitor’s Den was meant to be a prison. A punishment. A hellhole my daddy could never escape. Over the decades, however, hundreds of us have found a way to make it our home. We’ve learned to deal with the many bumps along the way with colorful cussing and a dash of humor—often roused by one too many at the saloon—and we’ve embraced the spell that turns us all into honky-tonk cowgirls and -boys.

To an omega, finding the pack that’s the perfect scent match is the ultimate dream. But what happens when your mates turn out to be your cheating ex-boyfriend’s dads? Welcome to the chaotic mess that is my life. My name is Daria and my scent matches are off limits. I’d sworn off love for good but fate had other plans. One night of debauchery at an exclusive adult club changed the course of my life.

Larissa, a police officer, wants nothing to do with the media-driven event pushing soulmates, but her friend convinces her they need a night out to move on. It will be their first night dancing since the attack. When they visit a Gothic-themed club, Larissa catches an attractive stranger watching her. Roman, commander of the Stone Sentries, patrols from a Boston rooftop. When a blast of dark magic soars past him, he attributes it to a brunette. Something about her is different, demanding all senses be on high alert.

Are the demons truly gone? The gargoyles remain on watch. And her friend remains trapped in an incubus-induced coma. Fated mates caught in a battle between good and evil. Larissa, a young police officer, is disturbed by psychic visions and demons - literal ones. She encountered the red-winged monsters during their rampage in Boston. The chaotic aftermath prevents rest any time soon. And a question remains unanswered - how was she able to combat demons using nothing but her hands? Her new lover Roman, a gargoyle shifter, believes it's because she's she's a witch.

One demon remains. Its targets are clear. It wants Larissa’s magic and Janie’s soul. After breaking through the demon’s darkness that imprisoned her best friend, Larissa has had enough of magic. She just wants to return to her normal life back on the police force. But, the damn demons keep preventing that.

I don’t know who I am or what happened to me. I know that I’ve been running, but from what, I don’t know. And I know that the five men surrounding my hospital bed are important, possibly even precious to me, but they all swear they haven’t met me before.

My life changed forever the day my father's oil rig crashed into the ocean. Now, three men want answers I don't have, and they'll do whatever it takes to get them. Jax, Morgan, and Blake want to destroy me, but I know their secret. I'm questioning everything I knew to be true. Especially when the truth about them leads to discovering a deep, long-hidden secret about myself. They aren't who they appear to be...but neither am I.

I've been in love with her for two years. The first time around, I screwed things up. I hesitated, and the moment was gone. I passed when I shouldn't have.

Huzzah! I made it to my 23rd birthday! Given how much dragon magic I have rolling through me now, doing its best to cook me from the inside out, this feat is no small thing. I’ve earned a hearty celebration and then some. I’m gonna party down at Sharmayne’s and let her ply me with as many of her cocktails as she wants. Her magic touch is exactly what I need after how nutty life in Traitor’s Den has been lately. I deserve every hypnotic, milky, swirling Moon Mixer she sends my way. Hell, I might get fancy and skip right on to a Roll in the Hay, maybe even a Sirens on the Rocks.

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing.

I'm a fox in a wolves' den. My assignment was simple: Go undercover and report back about wolf sightings in the area. Instead, I found myself in much deeper with the wolves of Crescent Valley than I'd ever imagined. Lone wolves are mixed up with dangerous humans who know our secret, and it could put all shifters at risk. Making matters worse, my feelings start to grow for my alphahole boss who has the weight of a secret on his shoulders, a delicious psycho who is obsessed with me but melts my heart, and a mysterious fighter who has something to prove.

Ragnar Fall was a trick played perfectly by the angel king, and he almost destroyed the Fall Mountain Pack... until he was fooled by me. Now I'm in his world, at his side, and I'm going to get the alliances my pack needs to build an army against him. I was once a rejected wolf, but now I'm fighting to be their queen. My four mates. My dark alphas. My Hades.

The Syndicate reigns supreme. I showed our fathers who the real leader of this group was, who could weather any storm. I found Lex, the last of our lost faction, and brought him into the fold to make us whole. Secrets were exposed, lies shattered, and in the end, we defeated our enemies, together. Now, I get to live my life bloody happy with my newfound mates, right? I should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy.

We'd arrived at the museum, and everything was going well. Okay, fine. That's a lie. It had gone exactly like the rest of my life had since my dino mates had come crashing into my life… which is to say, it had been a catastrophe of prehistoric proportions. By a weird twist of fate, we'd narrowly avoided being arrested after we'd destroyed the fundraising gala and terrorized the guests. Things didn't go as I'd planned for the rest of the trip, either. Especially when Albert decided to slip his leash and go looking for his own little souvenir to take home….