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Thanks to a curse he can't remember getting, Hermes's memories are locked away so tight that even the god of thieves has no way of picking the locks. After twenty years of being held prisoner, he's not even sure he wants them back. Selene has worked off her shitty ex-boyfriend's debt to Hades, but the Lord of Styx can't be denied when he wants something. He needs Hermes back and the information he has on Pithos to take them down forever, and he wants Selene to help him get it.

Laverna, the goddess of thieves, has always ruled Rome's underground with her army of outcasts. When her people are found dead, killed by a monstrous beast, she turns to the biggest beast she knows for answers—Romulus, the king of Rome himself. Rom has lived his entire life cursed. If being tied to the great city he founded and forced to shift into a wolf every full moon wasn't bad enough, his inner wolf is also obsessed with Laverna—the one woman who will never have him.

When Thoth finds Kema instead of the dangerous sorcerer he was expecting, he makes her a deal . . . she has to help him capture all the creatures she's set loose in Alexandria. If she refuses, there's a spot in the Duat that Thoth has already picked out for a thief like her. Kema has a way of wriggling under Thoth's defenses and sparks a fire inside of him. She is dangerous, infuriating, utterly irresistible . . . and he can't get enough of her.

I lived a pretty ordinary life—a kid raised in my family's bar who went off to college to escape the small-town life. But when my grandfather died and I returned to take over the family business, I discovered a much more extraordinary world waiting for me. Vampires, werewolves, and fae are real. And they want my baby. My daughter is meant to fulfill some crazy prophecy related to the end of all magical creatures, but I'm having none of that. Now, since I can't get rid of them, the three Sexies who walked into my bar that fateful, stormy night, work for me.

Bellona, the Roman goddess of war, lives in secrecy among mortals, concealing her divine identity while offering her services as a skilled protector and mercenary. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it, and she was totally fine with it until one day, when a mortal man kissed her, she experienced peace for the first time. And she's been pouting about it ever since.

Opal is trying her best in the Midwest after the sudden death of her parents. Everything comes to a crashing halt as she's abducted by aliens and forced to work as a human dancer for extraterrestrial enjoyment. A chance encounter with an alien prince while stuck in a traffic jam might just change the trajectory of Opal's new life in space.

Now, I've just woken up in the hospital and realized that one of the men I love put me here. Rush is a member of the Trilogy, and there's nothing I can do to bring him back. Meanwhile, Dante has risen from the dead to take over the city and he has my father on his side.

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment. When I escaped by crashing my alien captor's bus, Gra'eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I'm his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way.

After weeks in the Esposito Hotel, I now know three things: 1. The Gentlemen are liars. 2. The Trilogy took my sister. 3. My father is insane. I'm on my own again-the spare to the heir, with nothing to lose and no one I can trust. All I care about is finding Sophie, and getting the hell out of St. Adrian. I'm ready to run.

Since moving to the small Texas town, I've gotten four speeding tickets and the sheriff is tired of giving me tickets—tired of dealing with me. To keep my license, I have to go in front of a grouchy old judge and convince him I've finally learned my lesson. Oof. I get the shock of my life when I discover the judge isn't grouchy or old and I'm pretty sure his heated stare isn't all anger at my lawlessness. I might be inexperienced with men, but I'm pretty sure there are sparks flying around the courtroom as he stares down at me.

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can't stand me . . . and the feeling is mutual.

I’m not sure what I was thinking that day. It was a normal Thursday, nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning. I’d risen from bed, taken a shower and brushed my teeth. I’d then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my house and the county library where I worked. The ride took its usual 15 minutes before it left me standing fresh-faced in front of a building of gothic construction that was my favorite place in the world. After straightening my knee-length skirt, I pushed open the door that led into the interior of the library.

Harper Hayes is an introverted, curvy, curly-haired, coffee-loving bookstore owner. And now, she's officially all alone. She has no family, friends, or life outside her parents' bookstore. She's made it her mission to live the rest of her life alone, not willing to take the risk of loving and losing. Again. That is, until the three giant men, cloaked in danger, came to steal her in the night.

Vivian James took seeing ghosts for granted until the day they vanished along with the person she cared about most. Now, plagued with visions of the future, all she wants is revenge on the creature that destroyed her life. Even a devil's mask can slip. Argus Ward is hunting the creature wreaking havoc in the kingdom. He used the kingdom's oracle to track its movement, but now that the oracle is dead, he'll need to use Vivian.

I've lived most of my life as a recluse because leaving my house means being bombarded with visions of the possible futures that exist with every step I take. If that person crosses the road here, they live, but if they go to the traffic lights at the corner, they'll get hit by someone running the red.

After five thousand years living as a jackal, Anubis has managed to get back into his god form. He needs to find the stolen piece of his soul and go back to the Duat where he belongs, but trying to navigate the new world he's woken up in is more complicated than it seems. He's going to need someone who knows how to dig for lost pieces of the past, and his new aunties concoct the perfect cover to help him.

Becoming a witch at sixteen started me on my path to greatness. A little hex here. A little spell there. My foes never knew what hit them. That magic became lucrative later on when I started my own business, but surely I am destined to do more than make skincare products for those trying to hold on to their youth. When a gentleman who claims he used to be a god demands my help, I laugh him off. As if I'm going to put myself in harm's way for him. However, when my home is destroyed, I decide to join him on his quest for revenge. After all, it turns out we have a common enemy.

I hide behind humor . . . Because that's what you do to deflect the traumas of your past—to make people believe you're something you're not. Completely fine. When in fact, you're broken—a shell of the man you want to be. Despite my past, I made something of myself. As the COO of my best friend's company, I aim to be the best at everything—business, life, in the bedroom. I earned myself an ego in all areas. Then she walked in. Paisley Drake—the temptation I can't resist. Spirited. Artistic. Seductive. I have to have a taste. But there's just one problem—one night with her would never be enough.

Hi, I’m Celia. I’m a kitchen witch and I run The Lost Lamb bakery in Hidden Hollow, a small New England town where it’s almost always Autumn. I just turned forty—it’s not a very happy birthday since I’m all alone but to my surprise, I got a very unusual birthday gift—a huge portrait of a handsome demon whose eyes seem to follow me wherever I go.

Jaxon Bortsov is a beautiful devil—cruel and cold, relentless and vicious. Next in line to claim the throne of the Vysotsky Bratva, he commands with an iron fist and a heart of ice. We began with a cursed contract. One my sister was supposed to sign. But when she fell pregnant and ran, I was left to honor the deal in her place. I tried to escape, to sever the bonds of fate, only to be captured by enemies. Jaxon stole me back like a thief in the night, and now he refuses to let me go.