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Those four words are more than a death sentence. They’re proof that happy endings were never meant for people like me. I thought we’d gotten away with it. Ambrose is dead, and I should be celebrating with my men. Instead, I’m about to face the wrath of the Syndicate—and the only thing that will satisfy them is my blood. But even with the odds stacked against us, I’ll never go down without a fight. After all, I have something to fight for now: the men who’ve claimed me—body, heart, and soul. They’re my Princes of Carnage. And I’ll be their princess of vengeance.

He’s the Mafia boss’s son. And just as ruthless as his father. I was ten when I first heard the term arranged marriage. From the way my cousin cried about hers, I knew it wasn’t a life I wanted. When I turned eighteen, I learned I’d face the same fate. Benny Marchetti is the heir to the most powerful family in New York City. He’s ruthless, cunning, and my contracted husband. Ten years have passed since my father broke the news, and now, the day has come. It’s time I become his wife. But what the Mafia prince doesn’t know is, he’s met his match.

I thought I had everything: a devoted husband, and a magnificent new house for us to start a family in. But the house had secrets. The former owner, whose stern portrait hangs in the library—I swear I can feel him watching me. Touching me. Wanting me. I could convince myself it was all in my mind until I found out my husband cheated on me...but now, all bets are off.

Driven by money and hatred, Jessara is the greatest of the King’s royal assassins. An autistic elf born in the forests of Anwood, Jessara was trained from childhood to become the perfect weapon against the Compact of the elves. When it comes to a special capture or kill contract, she’s the obvious choice when the King needs a delicate touch.

It started with a girls’ trip. It ended with me in the arms of a monster. You’d think someone who’s been swimming in Lake Superior for over a decade would be safe going skinny dipping, right? Well, turns out, I can go a little overboard when I’m angry. And after my best friend and I get into a fight, I turn to the lake to let off some steam. I swam too far. Ended up stranded on a deserted island. And who should find me catching my breath on the beach but a hunky Viking warrior named Erik?

The night I got pregnant, the rest of my life went to sh*t. First, I woke up alone, the jerk not even willing to stick around. Then, I got thrown in jail for a crime I didn't commit. Now, I've been "volunteered" as a tribute for the dragons. It was either that or spend my life in prison. Of course, I didn't actually get to choose. The Feds shipped me off against my protests. Which is where I come face to face with the man who knocked me up. The man who is actually a dragon.

Wren Xavier prizes loyalty above all else. So when someone murders her only friend in the world, the magical superspy swears she’ll bring the killer to justice. But her only lead is the megalomaniacal ambassador from the enchanted land of elves – who couldn’t possibly have committed the crime. Pursuing her quarry to his home country, the thirty-nine-year-old covert operative finds herself in over her head in a culture she doesn’t understand.

June's got a pretty easy job as the personal assistant to her twin brother, star of the number one nature show on TV. Then he's accused of murder. Which sucks. Networks tend to fire first and ask questions later. And June doesn't want to lose her cushy assistant job. Or, you know, see her twin end up in jail. When she stumbles onto a clue, she's forced to turn to the only person who can prove her brother's innocence: her arch nemesis. Just one problem. Somebody wants him dead.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family. We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back. They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance. Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates. My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.

Tess Carson has finally turned her life around. After a string of bad decisions, she's making amends, paying debts, and working to bring her family back together. But when Tess’s childhood crush re-enters her chaotic life, she’s certain it’s the worst time for romance. Even if he still has those mesmerizing dimples. In Tess’s eyes, Josh Thorne has it all.

Twenty years ago, I stole something that could win the war between Heaven and Hell. Don't get me wrong, I'm no do-gooder. I wanted to rule everything with the King of Hell. However, I have serious qualms with killing eight billion people in order to get what I want. He didn't. Irreconcilable differences, right? So, I did what any witch would do. I faked my death and hid out in the Seattle suburbs, living as a mundane. Stay at home moms are practically invisible here!

The arrangement was simple, with only two rules. Rule number one: Don't fall in love. Rule number two: Refer back to rule one when necessary. I thought I could stick to the rules, but with a girl like Fallon, I should've known those rules were meant to be broken. We've been best friends since we were kids, and she's the only woman I'd ever even consider for more than a one-night stand. No matter how much I'm attracted to her, and I'm pretty effing attracted, I know she deserves more than a man who will never commit to one woman.

You’ve seen the rivalries. You’ve witnessed the blood, sweat, and tears. You’ve celebrated the champions. But what does it really take to win MTV’s The Challenge? And what happens after the cameras stop rolling? Since 1998, MTV’s The Challenge has tested competitors’ physical, mental...

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.

I was supposed to end the Irish devil who's haunted my family's empire. Not crave his touch. Not beg for more when he pins me down and demands my surrender. One clean strike was all I needed. Instead, I'm trapped against his bedroom wall at midnight, my assassin's mask torn away, his hungry green eyes drinking in every inch of me. "I'll let you live," he whispers, his breath hot against my throat. "But every time you fail to kill me, you'll spend the night doing exactly what I say." I should have driven my blade into his black heart. Instead, I made a deal with the devil himself.

They say Lance Knight bathes in blood money. That he's the devil who keeps my brother's empire running. The enforcer who can kill with just his bare hands. I should be terrified when he becomes my shadow. Instead, I'm burning for the monster assigned to protect me. (Ten years of forbidden fantasies are finally within reach.) Then the nightmares tear through me. His name rips from my throat in the dark. And suddenly he's there—all raw power and deadly grace.

The first time I met Benson LaCroix, he sat in a bar wearing “cocky player” like a cheap cologne. The second time, he stood in a locker room in nothing but a jockstrap and a scowl. Apparently, the Miami Storm’s star pitcher isn’t too thrilled his new boss is the woman who turned him down.

Moving back to the town I’d grown up in was the last thing I wanted to do. But after having my heart broken by my ex, I had to go somewhere, and the job was too good to pass up. My first night visiting the local club, I met a man who ties my tongue — and heart — into knots.

I'm done being someone's second best. And I have the scars from my first marriage to prove it. Now that I'm stuck with a dragon shifter, it's going to take more than muscles as hard as a good D to convince me that they're serious. Of course, if it wasn't for my big mouth I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. I was there when the ceasefire terms were presented by the dragons. They demanded eight women a year as tribute. My ex-husband, 'The General,' argued that we should never surrender. I said he was an idiot, and that we were losing.

Whitney Barney is determined to do a good job at keeping her boss’s kids occupied for the holiday in the mountains. Determined! Except she crashes in the snow on the way up the mountain and two hot hunks of bear shifter come to her rescue. Yum! But tension between them and her boss, secret polar bear shifter Aleksy, sets off the drama as they struggle over just who gets to claim the curvy human as his.