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It all comes down to this. Judgment Day. The Apocalypse. Whatever you want to call it. The Allfather has come knocking, and it's up to Cam and his allies to defeat the Aesir. Cam, his family, and even his old foes must push themselves beyond what they thought was possible, pull out all their tricks, and rely on each other to defeat the greatest threat in all the realms. If they win, they can live happily ever after. If they lose, well... none of them will be alive to see the eternity of misery that follows, but it's gonna suck for everyone else.

Io is off to fight the Allfather, and that means Cam is in charge. He'll be the first to admit that isn't the old Titan's best idea, but there isn't any time for second-guessing. Io might be the Father of Dragons and Creator of the Mortal Realm, but he made it clear when he left Caesars Palace that he would lose that fight. That means Cam is the last line of defense between the Aesir and everything he cares about.

One emotional night slinging tequila shots and singing karaoke with the Hawks defenseman turns into more than I bargained for. A wicked hangover, an eviction notice, and a marriage proposal. If Torsten and I wed, he can fulfill a promise to his grandmother and the debt I'm drowning in will be paid by his trust fund. It's a win-win, an easy and straightforward arrangement between friends. So what if my friend has piercing blue eyes, a sensual smirk, and a body that occupies my dreams? It shouldn't matter that Torsten understands my past and makes me feel safe.

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. Instead it’s brought me more than I ever bargained for. My family’s calling to fame—the ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—it's time I wield it.

She's one of two females in Roussou's Crew system. He was sent to protect her. She never knew. Until now...

We're no longer in the demon realm and clicking my heels together won't get us home. One powerful thought somehow transported us away from a river of lava and into a land of icy winds and devastation. One powerful thought saved our lives. But a celebration is on hold while we focus on survival because there is no escape. Not unless the princes come for us. The trials are over. A monarch must be chosen. But if the princes don't find us soon, there'll be no one left to choose from.

When Luka Romanov burst into the bar where I work to take care of some mafia business, I was still an innocent virgin. I woke up the next morning sore, spent, and feeling much less innocent. He tracked me down to punish me for trying to run from him, but it wasn't just his hard hand reddening my bare bottom that left me soaking wet and ready to be ruthlessly claimed. I was breathless and desperately in need the moment he pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

Boston Hawks left wing and bad boy personified, Easton is untouchable, reckless, and sexier than any one man ought to be. He has a complicated past, makes questionable life choices, and doesn't want anyone growing too close. Least of all me. East makes himself clear on his first day out of rehab, when we become reluctant roommates. At best, I'm angling for friendship. But soon, East is lowering his guard and we're bonding. When we cross a line there's no coming back from, he spirals, jeopardizing his recovery and my heart.

Running late to a last-minute electrical repair job, the last thing Emmie needs to distract her are concerning texts from her ex. When she receives unexpected bad news on the client's doorstep, she also discovers she's not even at the right house. But when the three hot hockey players who live there reach out to help her in her time of need, it turns out that she might have found the right house after all!

I was 10. You were 19. You wanted to be a chef. My mom made you a star. I'm 24. You're 33. You hold the record for the Sexiest Man Alive. I'm still the lost, rejected, damaged girl who can't find herself anywhere but in your protective arms. I loved you when I was 10. I love you now. You call me your best friend, and you still see me as a kid. I'm 25 with a man on one knee in front of me.

Patrick and Annie’s relationship is on the rocks. He’s happy with their sex life, but she’s always been kinkier than he is. He’s sure she wants to add someone else to their bed. He’s done threesomes before. It’s only fair that she gets to try one. He’s not sure he can survive watching another man touch her, but he doesn’t think their relationship will last if he doesn’t allow her to explore more kink. Annie’s been in failed relationships before. She knows the signs and Patrick is sending them loud and clear, but she’s not ready to let it end. She loves him too much.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

I shouldn't have even looked at her, and I sure as f*** shouldn't have kissed her. That's when things started to get messy. Her father hated me and believed I was out to screw over his club, but I wasn't. I had no loyalty to the person who left me for dead and soon enough Zane would have to see that. I wasn't just Zane's prisoner anymore, I became one to Sydney's heart. It didn't matter how much her father took his rage out on me, I wasn't going to stop caring for her.

Arman Romanov has looked out for me since I was a little girl, yet now when I need him more than ever I can't stand the idea of accepting help from the son of a man my father betrayed. But it isn't up to me. A powerful mafia family is demanding that I pay my father's debts and Arman is the only one who can protect me, but that isn't the reason I'm sore, spent, and sleeping by his side tonight.

Chelsea Wilde here, gossip queen for BeanTown Sports Broadcasting. Boston can be a tough town for professional athletes, filled with gossip and whispers. About Ryan O'Rourke, the favorite son of BC hockey gone pro, we hear he has all those women, he has all that money. And our favorite is, he has that gigantic…well, there's some gossip we just can't repeat. I really need to find a new job. Being a sleazy gossip is crushing my soul after only one month. Especially when the gossip is all about my best friend's big brother. The one I had a massive crush on all my life.

In a world of witches and wolves, and shifters there's bound to be secrets and lies and deceit. For Fiona, it means her life is about to get better. So much better! Binge the entire Howling for Her series!

Carrie-Anne Trombley has always been invisible. But behind her book-smart, snarky attitude is a girl desperate to know what it feels like to belong. Bryan Hughes has always been Mr. Popular. But behind his goofball, jock exterior is a guy desperate to know what it feels like to be wanted. It starts with a challenge; one last school project before graduation. There's no denying how much they get under each other's skin. There’s just one problem...the end of high school is right around the corner. And their plans for the future didn't include falling in love.

Monsters—shadows, gills, wings, and more. The things I fear crave me… and they’ve been here the whole time. Hiding, waiting, and wanting. Lurking, sneaking, and watching. Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. My family’s calling to fame terrifies me. The ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—I want nothing to do with it.

He didn't ask for my surrender. He took it. Maybe I let myself get a little too tipsy this evening, but I didn't expect to wake up next to a Russian mobster without my panties on. Fortunately, Maxim Volkov isn't here to ravage me. At least not tonight... He's made it his business to look out for me, and if that means taking me over his knee with my bottom bare for a spanking with my own hairbrush, then that's exactly what he's going to do.

When I claimed to be Roman Romanov's fiancé, I just wanted a Russian to leave me alone at a club. I didn't know another bratva boss was upstairs at that very moment trying to get Roman to marry his daughter, and I definitely didn't expect to end up going home with Roman that night. Or to be calling him daddy with my cheeks blushing and my bottom sore from a spanking.