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Against all odds, Calla is adjusting to her new life alongside the vampires who brought her into the supernatural world. As they work to bring longtime enemies together, to forge a better future for vampires and humans alike, they must find a way to mend the rifts created long before Calla even existed. But the rocky relationship between the vampires and those who hunt them isn’t the only threat. An ancient dynasty of vampires close to them is hellbent on destroying their peace and the life Calla has built with her mates.

The one constant lesson in my life is to fight. Fight for survival, fight for my family, fight for those who can’t fight for themselves. What happens when family stops fighting for you? What do you do when they just give you away, handing you over to the devil himself? I guess this is where all that training takes hold. This is where the test begins. I was born and bred to win. There is no other option in my mind. Sometimes, though, you have to know when to stand and fight and when to lie low and bide your time. Lying low wasn’t easy, but in doing so, I found something else, something new.

They thought taking my Wrenny C was a good idea. They were wrong. Dead wrong. With Kingston and Sullivan by my side, we're on the hunt for those that threaten to rip our newfound family apart. But things are worse than we could have imagined. One thing's for sure: I'd give my life and my stash of ice cream to protect the ones I love.

I thought I was inheriting a life of glitz and glamour, but all I got was a castle that even a reality television show wouldn't touch. After inheriting Darkmoor Manor, I was ready to start my new life living in a castle. Instead, what I found inside my new home was a world full of chaos and things that make even grown men cry.

Life isn’t a fairytale, but for a few days I got to pretend it was. Now I’m back in my childhood bedroom in New York, eating breakup ice cream and listening to early 2000s emo music. Whatever, this was the wake-up call I needed. It’s time for Ria 2.0. No more bailouts. No more half-baked projects. No more impulsive decisions. Simple, right? Except my ex-boyfriend wants to drop the ex part, the three bears aren’t so willing to let their Goldilocks go, and their mother is more Wicked Witch than Mama Bear.

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.

The second the shy curvy girl walked into the bar, I knew I wasn't her type. She’s a bookworm, nose stuck firmly in her laptop, and I’m the football team's bad boy. A motorcycle-riding bartender with a dirty past as the son of a lone wolf. But when she asks me for dating lessons, I’m going to do everything I can to teach her exactly how opposites attract. Until my past shows up to destroy the one good thing fate ever did for me.

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.

After leaving the Carlotti heirs for my own safety, unsure of if, or when, I'd return, I set out on a journey of self-discovery and healing. But my travels abruptly ended when I discovered the men I couldn't ever fully put out of my mind making national news. I watched from hundreds of miles away as they were arrested. For murdering the two dirty cops. For my alleged kidnapping. Even though I was on my way to help exonerate them, I was too late to save them from our enemies. They hurt my men, but now I'll have my revenge.

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

I thought I’d enjoy some sun, go to the beach, and get a tan, but the universe has other plans for me...in the form of three dark-haired, handsome strangers. Logan: a sexy bad boy bartender whose charm works all too well on me. Elijah: a handsome and sweet cabana boy whose smile makes my heart swoon. Owen: a gorgeous surf instructor who pushes me out of my comfort zone to try new things. It was only meant to be a summer fling—three amazing nights with three gorgeous strangers. Of course, it couldn’t be that simple. It never is.

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.

I thought it was over. I was wrong. Life has literally thrown me overboard, and my worst fear is I won't be able to catch my breath. The people I've always relied on have betrayed me, and those that I should be afraid of have become more that I ever imagined. Will Jax, Blake, and Morgan save me, or will I have to save myself? I'm surrounded by water and have two choices—sink or swim. Emerge is book three in the Salinity Cove series and is reverse harem, mature high school/new adult romance told in multiple POVs. It contains mature scenes and language.

They took me by surprise, and now I'm forced to hold my breath. An anger burns inside me that can't be extinguished. Jax, Blake, and Morgan made the wrong choice, and now they're going to pay. The thing is, I don't want to hurt them. Can I forgive them or will I let my anger consume me? I'm changing and I don't know if I like what I've become. A new threat leaves me with a choice....do I sink or do I swim?

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.

After years of pretending half of me doesn’t exist, hiding is no longer an option. Not because I’m ready, but when I walk into the All Hallows’ Eve ball, I have no choice in facing my past. I only went to prove a point. What I didn’t expect was him. Talon is intense, dangerously attractive, and absolutely convinced we’re fated mates. There’s just one problem… I feel nothing.

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.

Growing up as part of one of the most ruthless families in the world was bad enough. Being blind is worse. Especially when my family sees it as a weakness and wants nothing more than to torture me for things I can't control. That's okay, though. I was getting away as fast and as far as I could. I just had to find a way out of my evil brother's clutches. When I hear a noise coming from a secret room, everything changes. After finding the door in the house I was born and raised in, and realizing just how sick and demented my brother is, I know my only option is to do my best to help.

They call me crazy, psycho, insane. Like I care. The only people's opinions I actually give a rip about are my brothers. Hell, they know me better than anyone and there is no doubt I'm all those things and more. The difference is, they know that even if everything I do seems crazy, it's always for the good of my club and my family. I would do anything to protect my brothers, my club. That's all I ever needed, until I walk in on the most perfect sight out of my deepest darkest fantasies while out on a job. A little sprite of a thing cutting open some d-bag on her dining room table.