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As merchandise heading to an intergalactic auction, Ashe’s future looks grim. So when a too-sexy-for-his-own-good alien outlaw solicits her help to break them out of lockup, she jumps on the chance. Ashe only needs to survive long enough with the known criminal to get her end of the bargain: freedom. She trusts the clawed and fanged Tallean warrior to keep her safe, but who will keep her safe from him?

Elyseans are so wise… Elyseans are so beautiful…. Elyseans are divine… Elyseans are power-hungry assholes with a god complex. Yes, I said it. Sue me and bring out your pitchforks. Unfortunately for me, the deadly Elysean Trials are right around the corner. Despite my unpopular opinion of them and anything Olympian-gods related, when they unleash their strange blue birds to select mortals around the country as candidates, one of them chooses me.

Recently rescued from a Dominion slave ship, the last thing Mia needs is to be bogged down by a relationship. But she can't get the sexy mercenary and the things he did to her body out of her head. The guy is built like a god, and even better with his mouth. Mia knows it's dangerous to keep seeing him. Triggering his mating bond means he'd steal her away and keep her locked up on his ship. Arus isn't the type to settle down, but little human Mia has gotten under his skin and triggered the start of a mating bond. The smart thing to do is to stop seeing her and halt the bond in its tracks.

You might wonder how a nerd like me ends up dating the rough, cocky quarterback known for his playboy ways. The one who happens to be my bully that I'm already forced to tutor. For a smart girl, that might sound like a questionable decision, but there's a simple explanation. We're faking it. At least, that's the arrangement. So why does something other than fear tingle through my body every time he threatens to make me work off my debt in his bed? There's an explanation for that too. Sebastian Swift makes smart girls stupid.

I never wanted to have anything to do with Elyseans, descendants of the Olympian gods. When I'm forced to participate in their deadly trials, I also learn that not everything is as it looks, and my past might just be very different from what I remember. So when I complete their trials, and they offer me an invitation to the Academy, I do the unthinkable and say yes. The plan is simple—find the man who did something outrageous to me when I was five years old, get out of the city of gods, and never look back. If only it were that simple.

Other people gave second chances - I didn't. My modus operandi was to move on to the next girl in line and forget the previous one. So when Tawnee Milano said she needed her space, I let her go. Then I left our mutual employer for a new job with the CIA and didn't look back. But a coded distress message from her sends me right back to where I was when we first split up. The possibility of losing her forever forces me to relax my rigid stance. With her life in danger, I'm finally facing my true feelings for her. Now my hard line policy is to get her back - and keep her this time.

Beck Wolffbrandt is not good for me—he's not good period. He is unhinged; without abandon. His darkness calls to the depraved parts of me, relieving me of all rational thought processes. I can't help but want all the things he thinks he can't offer me. My pursuit of him quickly morphs into a dangerous game I'm not sure either of us can win. I'm willing to risk everything to show him what we could be. Including my life.

Ex-cop Maxwell Fear knows all too well what can happen to a witness of a violent crime—which is why he has no choice but to protect her. Sloane Robertson is no longer the woman he met at a dinner party, or the woman he kissed at the front door. She’s a client, a job, nothing more than a person who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong damn time.

This Bratty Queen needs to be tamed... I’m the bad twin, the loud one, the one dancing on the tables while my critics condemn me. My family rarely knows where I am, much less what kind of trouble I’m starting, which has left me a lonely shell that I fill with my antics. My sister is my polar opposite in every way. Quiet and in the shadows—she has everyone convinced she’s the good twin, but I know better.

I screwed up. Considering the team is laden with controversy, adding to the rumor mill wasn’t my intention, especially since this is my second shot at the majors. As the Boston Bears’ first basemen, my job consists of more than winning games. I’m tasked with winning over the scorned fans.

Most people cry when they’re left at the altar. Me? I cast a spell to find the perfect man. But when a very bare and uh…impressive…incubus appears in my living room, I know I messed up. Serves me right for trying a spell I found on the internet! I’m both disappointed and relieved when Prax is summoned away. I think he’s gone for good, until I wake the next morning to my sexy incubus in nothing but an apron, making me breakfast in bed.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.

I’m a Fortune Fae — I see the future. But I didn’t see this coming. My Alpha will stop at nothing to possess me until he drags me all the way to Fortune Fae Academy to join the other wide-eyed Omegas-in-training. He believes I’m strong enough to survive — and I hope he’s right. He also believes I’ll kneel at his feet. He couldn’t be more wrong about that. I don’t need three broody Betas and an asshat Alpha telling me what to do. I’m going to keep running until he realizes he’s chasing the wrong girl.

When the woman he loves is taken, Forest "Trees" Scott abandons a mission to save her from the enemy. Fearing the worst, he moves heaven and earth to find her—until he realizes Laila Torres left him of her own free will for the man who used her for six years. He's stunned and wrecked. She played him—and he fell for it. One thing he's not doing? Giving up. He'll find her and he'll make her pay . . . in his bed.

Summer Madison is the opposite of everything Maxwell Sutton finds attractive in a woman. And yet, here he is, fighting powerful feelings for the new personal assistant his brother hired while he was out of town. Everything about her is wrong, yet his thoughts are consumed with nothing but her. Determined to do anything he can to stay away from her, Maxwell develops a no fraternization clause to the company policy. But rules and logic only last for so long.

Dan and Quinn Lowery may have escaped the initial infection, but their journey is far from over. Their once-safe location has been compromised, overrun by the agents and the infected. Now, in order to survive, they must first escape....

Get ready for some zany romance on the high seas with Lucifer acting as your matchmaking host. Includes three previously published titles in one handy collection for your listening and giggling pleasure.

They’re drawn into a world of seductive sin…Savannah Gallo sacrificed herself to save her lover and is now imprisoned inside an opulent mansion belonging to a rival crime family. Despite the confining walls, her spirit remains unbroken. She’s nothing if not resilient, and she’s determined to use every ounce of her strength and cunning to outwit her captor.

Boraleashe Cavalerie was the opposite of his titan brothers. He was stoic, disagreeable, and his attitude towards others was just as biting as his frost. All titans were required to gift their pure hearts to another—to fall in love—as praise to the divinities for their dominion over an element. Refusal to pledge their heart was considered an act of defiance to the gods. There would be judgment . . . and atonement.

The naga next door has perfect pecs, washboard abs, and the world’s sharpest jawline, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook for disturbing the peace. But this time, when I stomp over to give the my noisy neighbor a piece of my mind, I find Zayn’s front door ajar and his groceries scattered on the ground.