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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.

Havel, Matar and Xil have failed too many times to count. Luckily, there’s help available for failed kidnappers: a diploma offered by the Intergalactic University. To complete their course, these three sexy aliens need to abduct a human female - and they’re graded on it. The problem is, the human female has no intentions of being abducted, not even to help them get the universe’s most recognised abduction qualification.

Zed is dead. I watched him die in my arms. But I refuse to let this be the end. My father has the power to bring him back. And if he refuses to, I’ll go into the pit of souls and get him out myself. I’m warned that if I do this, that he won’t be the same. That there's no guarantee that what I pull out of the pit will be my Zed. I’m too stricken with grief to care. Zed would move heaven and hell to get to me, and I plan on doing the same thing. If Zed doesn’t remember me and the love we shared, I’ll make him. I’m going to do everything in my power to get my mate back. Even if it kills me.

The guards arrive at my humble cottage with a ridiculous offer: Come to an exclusive and mysterious isle to compete for the hand of a royal husband. Enjoy a week of glittering balls, dancing, ostentatious wealth…and a royal hunt. All I have to do is to get rejected by a prince, and I’ll be sent home with a pot of money. My father tells me it’s dangerous. He begs me not to go. But I'd do anything for him, I could change our lives with this money.

Did you really think we would just run off into the sunset and our lives would be all rainbows and sunshine? More like blood and dead bodies. With my sister living close by and getting her happily ever after, my life is pretty content. Even if I have to remind Neo that Melody is not his but don’t get me started on that. My life is as peaceful as it can be well the life of a serial killer can get anyways. My life is hardly what one would call calming or relaxing, not that I mind.

Just when I let myself hope for a happy ending, everything comes crashing down around me. The fate of the world is in the palm of my hand, but to eliminate the threat I might have to sacrifice more than I’ve bargained for.

My best friend and I want the same girl. But Lace Lowell is mine. She was mine first. She’ll be mine forever. Sure, she was his friend when they were kids, long before I ever met her. But that’s in the past. This is now. I’m Warren Jinkins. War. My name is my battle cry. I take what I want. I don’t ask, and I want her.

I was abducted by incompetent aliens. They didn't know what they were doing, and they still don't have a clue. Now that we're done with all the probing, they're taking lessons in "Caring for Vulnerable Females" and "Nest Building for Beginners", and want to turn me into their mate. And no, they don't listen when I tell them I don't need a nest.

They vowed to own me—body, heart, and soul. I never thought I’d let them. The only thing more terrifying than being taken captive by four vampires is falling for each of them. Despite their rocky start, Calla can’t imagine her life without the immortals she’s bound to.

My worst nightmare has come true. I'm not the Champion of Calamity. I'm the Conduit. The bad guy.

My best friend needs rescuing from herself. She’s about to jump headfirst into a decision that’s going to change her life forever, and she’s going about it the wrong way. She’s been my left-hand woman for years, but is it possible that I’ve never seen what’s right in front of me? Did I lose myself living the high life my reputation as a fireman comes with? As things start to heat up, I soon realize this is one inferno that I’m not going to be able to put out!

Once again, I walk this earth alone. Destined for a life of misery as a Rogue—an Omega who can't be tamed. So, what's the point in trying to be desirable? I may as well just give in to the deadly stereotype. I just wish that I could forget about Brody. My scent match. Unfortunately, he belongs to three others. Theo, Alastor, and Kellen won't even let me near him. They think I'm a threat. A monster. Maybe they're right. Maybe the government should have sentenced me to death after all. Yet, if someone as kind as Brody could love me, then perhaps… I'm not as awful as I thought.

The people and creatures of Traitor’s Den are always getting into trouble. It’s the one thing I can count on. The longer they spend in the Den, the more the spell that keeps us all here has the chance to take effect, turning us all into my Uncle Tucker’s version of cowboys and cowgirls. Our little one-way town is always wild and outrageous, and no day is ever the same. But when Rhett Stead and Zeke Doyle tumble through the portal, our town’s signature wild Western flavor swells a couple of notches, especially since they seem to think I’m their mate or queen or...whatever.

The secrets Scarlett Fareview has hidden from her family are finally out in the open, but not without consequences. Alienating everyone she loves, she must face the hurt and betrayal she wrought with her duplicity. And the cost is high. In this series of novellas, the Fareveiws deal with the aftermath of Scarlett’s deception. Scarlett must face Tomas and her children, Brinna must determine if she and Luc can forge a future, and Auri and Nix face the next obstacle to their forever.

I need more magic like I need a point-blank bullet to the head. All that dragon power Rhett’s already given me is churning around inside me, causing as much trouble as the great poohbah dragon protector himself, and he’s trouble walking in a pair of perfectly fitting jeans. Regardless of my desires, and I’ve got lots of them thanks to the two men who won’t stop shooting suggestive looks my way, more magic is exactly what I’ve got—plus a whole band of dragon shifters without it, heh, pointing fingers at me for taking what they think is theirs. Oopsie.

With the wind at our backs and the dagger forcing our will, we’re on our way to find my next mate. New information from my brother makes me question everything. There’s no escaping what’s to come. A creature from the wild will hold me tight, but what if I’m already in pieces?

We were warned about the threats we would face, and now our lives are in danger. The danger is more powerful than we'd ever imagined, and now that the flames have died off, we're off to a new destination with uncertainty around every corner. Time is running out for me, and I hope we aren't being taken on a wild goose—or chicken—chase to find the next creature. A creature from the sky will catch me when I fall, but what if I've already fallen?

Change and I have never been best friends, something that's only gotten clearer from my imprisonment at the Guild of Guardians. As punishment for stealing a magical object, I’ve got to hunt down criminal supernaturals to pay off my sentence. The men in my new team don’t want me around. Neither do the other inmates. They just want to push me to my limits, test me, thinking that I’ll fail. But they have another thing coming. I’m Astra Nomical. I'll pass everything they throw my way, prove I’m worthy, and I won't lose my heart along the way.

Ezo is an alien who's crazy about all things Earth. He can’t wait to get there in person and experience it all for himself - pizza, chocolate, flirting. After a lifetime of being alone on his old planet, he’ll finally have a place he can call home. But when he arrives, a mate has already been chosen for him. Ana is waiting as soon as he exits his shuttle. She’s beautiful, colorful, and seems as excited to meet him as he is her.

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.