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I didn't think pulling off for a quick bite to eat in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere would change everything. I was wrong. Now, I'm running through the forest wearing nothing but a red cloak, being hunted by wolves. I'm desperate, terrified, and not ready to die. When they attack, I know this is it. Except…it isn't. Because the den of wolves that bite me somehow turns into men. Men who swear I'm just like them—a shifter. And as much as I don't want to believe them, I'm not sure they're wrong.

When the asteroid hits and the world falls apart, I'm seventeen, and my dad buys us a place in an underground bunker. We're supposed to be safe down there, but we're not. Gradually, I lose everything until all I have left is a bewildering relationship with a stoic, unknowable man. As one of the guards in the bunker, Grant has lurked in the background of my life for years, teaching me to defend myself, making sure I'm safe, and infuriating me by treating me like a sheltered princess in a tower. I don't even know if he likes me, even after we end up in bed together.

Alice Monroe is a good person who is about to do a very bad thing. All my life, I had worked tirelessly to achieve perfection. Perfection was in my blood, and so was the art of dance. All that hard work had earned me my dream job as a professional dancer at the ripe age of twenty-four, the perfect boyfriend, and the naïve belief that perfection was built to last.

I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve pushed her away in order to protect her from what I FEAR most. Making her a widow. But no matter how long it’s been since I’ve seen her face, no matter how many years go by without her touch, the second our paths cross again I'm an instant fiend needing my next fix. She's my kryptonite. My vice. The one thing that makes me secretly wish for tomorrows and forever after’s when all I've ever done is serve. Give without even a thought for my fellow man & country after seeing so many soldiers die by my side.

No wrong moves. Those were the words the first boy I ever loved whispered in my ear on graduation weekend. Naively, I believed him. Now those three little words feel like a bad omen I can’t escape. Every move I’ve made since I returned to South Chapel hurts my ex-boyfriend, Greedy. But it’s for his benefit. That’s what I tell myself. Intentionally hurting him is for the best. It has to be. I said goodbye to the possibility of forever with him the moment my mom and his dad “introduced us” at their engagement dinner. Three years have passed, but that doesn’t matter to Greedy.

Air Force Combat Controller Derek Bollinger knows what it is to feel that every breath might be his last. Enduring hell in an enemy prison for five weeks taught him that. The only thing that got him through it was the thought of his family, his hometown of Oak Creek, Wyoming, and especially of Becky Mackay. He survived, but with blood on his hands. His own.

I’m the most hated player in the NHL. I’m famous for fighting dirty, and it’s earned me a nickname: Dirty Del. When I get traded to the Denver Bashers, I’m told to clean up my act. The team’s social media girl, Ingrid, is helping me sweeten my public image. She’s everything I’m not: bubbly and likable with a sunshine smile. She’s also stunningly beautiful—and totally off limits. Her cousin—my teammate—hates my guts and warned me to stay away from her.

He is the most feared man in Dublin, and his reputation is hard-earned. As the second born to the Quinn family, while my older brother, Tag, navigates the politics of running of our territory, I run our army. The Dublin Devils is the Quinn motorcycle club, and we are a powerful force. Roaring through the Dublin streets, I command both fear and respect from everyone north of the River Liffey—and from much of the McGuire territory to the south of the river as well. Not that Quinns go south of the river.

Now my family's gone, and the only person who can keep me safe in a violent, chaotic world is my dead boyfriend's rough, uncivilized father. I don't like him. At all. Cal's the last person I want to rely on, but for now, he's all I've got. Eventually, we become unconventional partners as we try to stay alive, but then my feelings for him start to change. I want more from Cal but maybe I shouldn't. I can't risk losing w

No more running. It’s a promise I’m making to myself. It’s also the vow I’ve given to each of the four men who came together in my darkest time of need. Even when I was taken against my will and trapped in the confines of my own mind, unable to access my memories, they never gave up on me. When I see the way they look at me—and in some cases, the way they look at each oth

Life has been nonstop since the day I became Mrs. Crusade. Not that I have any interest in slowing down now that I've found my rhythm in Lake Chapel. I love my life, my boys, and the future we're creating together. This semester, I even get to live with my best friend and her cohort of men. There's more than enough room at the Crusade Mansion for the ten of us, but between conflicting schedules, increased security measures, and Kendrick's NFL draft intentions, it's rare that I get time with all four of my guys. That's why I'm thrilled about our plans for Valentine's Day.

Maybe Jackson would be different if he were in love. If he were in a relationship. Or, if the world outside this room hadn't fallen into violent chaos, hadn't become a constant war we have no choice but to fight. Maybe he would take his time. Be softer. Gentler. Maybe he would smile or even laugh. Maybe I would be different too. Maybe I wouldn't need his hungry eyes and demanding hands in the dark. But this is how we are together every time. He's not my friend or my boyfriend, but sometimes I go to his room after the sun goes down. I need to.

When I met British billionaire Kabir Spencer at Splice London, he promised me an unforgettable night and nothing more. One night turned into a string of satisfying encounters, each one hotter than the last. As our dynamic evolved, Spence helped me explore a side of myself I didn’t know existed until the moment I uttered the words Yes, Sir.

Being bonded to Caden Blackburn used to be all I dreamed of. Those dreams were crushed the moment this pack branded my entire bloodline traitors for challenging his father. Life in Silver Falls isn't easy. As the only packmate unable to shift, I'm considered broken. No one wants a useless mate. Especially not Caden. Imperfections don't fit within the rigid way he rules our pack as alpha. I never thought he'd look at me with anything other than fury until our bond awakens.

This must be a mistake. There's no way the Goddess chose me to be a demon's bride. I barely have any magick, and certainly not enough to repair the bargain between witches and demons that's kept both our realms stable for centuries. But Eren is… nothing like I expected. Something about him calls to me. Tempts me. And he looks at me like no one else ever has—like I'm strong and worthy. Like he wants to keep me, cherish me… and sink those wicked, wicked fangs of his into me.

The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to get the hell out of Little Hope. Its small-town traditionalism is stifling, and there’s no way for ‘trailer trash’ like me to get ahead. But a few years ago, my fate was sealed, locking me in this place forever. The only shiny thing in town is Justin Attleborough, who’s put me at the top of his ‘hate-list’ for reasons that are beyond me, along with half the town. The more forbidden the fruit is, the sweeter it seems.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Spence swore he had a plan. He assured us he had everything under control. He promised we could trust him. What he forgot to mention? His so-called plan was actually an emotional bombshell with enough force behind it to destroy us all. Technically, his plan worked—my mother and stepfather have ended their campaign to convince me to be a living organ donor. But the emotional damage and mental load of his big announcement has created a ripple effect throughout our cohort.

My Irish family has spent years rescuing women trafficked by the Polish mafia. I’ve been a protector. A defender. Saved countless women. A twist of fate puts a woman from my past directly in my path. When I discover she’s in danger, I’ll destroy anyone in order to save her, too.

The King is dead, which makes Gray the true King. But his brother has set himself up on the throne, taking Gray's rightful place. Gray is a wanted criminal throughout the kingdom, so taking the throne back will require some creative thinking and a whole lot of help. Thank the gods that the latter isn't in short supply. After bonding with female entities known to the outside world as shades, he has been granted powers beyond those of mortal men. Increased speed, the ability to create duplicates of himself, as well as a magical sword crafted from godmetal—just to name a few.

I want nothing to do with the Crescent Coven. I'm happy with my tea shop, my small magick, and my mundane life. Since the coven never wanted me, either, it's better this way. But when the High Priestess shows up on my doorstep and issues an ultimatum I can't refuse, I'm pulled right back into the coven's unending drama.