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In his ropes she found freedom... When Caterina Alfera's father racks up massive gambling debts at Rex Valentino's casino, she offers herself to the ruthless mafia king to save her family. But Rex has other plans. As Caterina surrenders to Rex, she discovers the man behind the beast isn't quite what she expected. But just as trust begins to build between them, an FBI investigation threatens everything Rex has built.

Cora is scared to fly again after her husband died in a recent helicopter crash in Pago Pago. A thousand times she has told herself to turn around, not get on the flight, go back to her young children. But now, she’s seated in first class across the aisle from the girlfriend of a famous billionaire pharmaceutical entrepreneur. Halfway across the Pacific, the flight is hijacked. Six people are dead - including the pilots.

Two boys. One tragedy. Grief bonds us. The mystery of this murder will break us. My best friend was brutally ripped from this world, but her brother and boyfriend are still here. One of them wants to use me. The other wants to forget me. Both of them make me feel alive. We’ll find Violet’s murderer, no matter the cost. Two boys. One tragedy. Grief bonds us. Love will tear us apart.

It’s a common story. I’m sure you can guess how it goes. Girl winds up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She witnesses four gods of beauty and brutality murder some poor sap, and she’s stupid enough to get caught. Come on. You know what happens next. You know they tracked her...me...down.

After the shitstorm in the streets of Baton Rouge, one thing has become startlingly clear: I’m not safe, and as long as I’m still breathing, I may never be. I could accept that if it didn’t also jeopardize the safety of my guys. I wish I could walk away...save them. I can’t. The bonds we’ve formed won’t be easily severed. Our lives are fused together now, for better or worse. Even unto death.

Sarah Lawrence and Ryan Crawford are two musicians with a complicated relationship history, to say the least. They are former best friends who always wanted to be more. Three years ago, Ryan left for LA to chase his musical dreams while Sarah stayed home. She had good reasons, but put the possibility of a romantic relationship on the shelf. Fast forward—his band’s star is rising, and Ryan’s becoming a famous rock star, while Sarah’s still sacrificing everything for her loved ones. Now Ryan’s back in town with his band to record a new album, but they need Sarah’s help.

I was a thief. The guys I’m falling in love with turned me into a fighter. And when the city tried to make me disappear, I rebelled. But now I know the truth.

I was promised against my will to an imperial general...so I escaped. Right into the arms of an even more ruthless Vandar warlord. I’d thought things had been bad when I’d been ordered to marry the repulsive Zagrath general. But then I’d been captured by the empire’s most deadly enemy - the Vandar raiders. With their battle kilts and tails, the raiders are known for being fierce warriors who never take prisoners. Until now. The fear I feel when I'm taken by the menacing Vandar warlord is confirmed when I discover why he treats me like an honored guest.

In the year 2047, Lochlan takes the bus to his soul-sucking job answering phones to remain unnoticed. Life is easier that way. Little attachment. Few friends. That means less people caught in the crossfire when he loses control again. The last time he came close to losing it was when he was around Zemila. That was five years ago, just before he disappeared. That was why he disappeared. He’s good at that. Disappearing. Resettling. Being overlooked.

At Angelview Academy, Saint Angelle is considered god. But don't be fooled by his ridiculous name or that pretty face because Saint? He’s as wicked as they come. I should know. I'm the new girl who pissed him off. The nobody who called out his crew of vicious tyrants. The mortal who wouldn't bow then and sure as hell won’t now. Saint swears I'll regret it. He vows to own every inch of me. He even promises to make my senior year a living hell.

It’s a new semester at Regalia University, and by the end of it, five men will die. My sister was good, kind, loving, and the Royals of Regalia bullied her till she killed herself. I set foot on campus ready to right some wrongs when the most handsome bunch of stone-cold weirdos asked if I needed a little help…Don’t get me started on Lucien. He fancies himself a vampire—complete with sharpened canines, cape, and a coffin, but if anyone knows how to make a man bleed, it’s him.

A tsunami strikes a small island in the Pacific Ocean, leaving destruction, madness, and a deadly disease outbreak in its wake. Under quarantine conditions and without the help of modern equipment, epidemiologists Madeline and Quinn must make sense of the bizarre outbreak. What they discover and what they take home with them will change lives forever.

Becoming virtuous demands a sinful price. Our role at Briarcliff has a deeper consequence than the nightly rituals and cloaked costumes the Nobles are so fond of. We’re barely visible, peripheral shadows who hold the deadliest keys. And we’re done being a secret society’s dirty little secret. A note to Callie Ryan, Briarcliff’s most scandalous student: To maintain our power, our history must stay hidden. Do not, under any circumstances, uncover it and put it in the hands of Chase Stone, no matter how much his handsome, heartbreaking face begs you to trust him.

There’s more behind my sister’s death than I knew. Secrets she was determined I never learn, and she’s not the only one. Someone is watching. They’re waiting for me to make my move, and bring me down for good. But how is a girl supposed to find one bad royal in a group of spoiled, twisted rich brats that spread bad on their strawberry crepes every morning for breakfast? I don’t know, but I definitely don’t do it by getting distracted by my hot professor who can’t stay away. Or the infuriating fiancé who keeps making me smile in between pissing me off.

For most of my life, being Luna-touched was a blessing. Then I met Jack “Wicked Wolf” Walker, and it wasn’t long before it became a curse. I thought I’d be trapped in my gilded cage forever—until his long-lost daughter returned to the Wolf District, handing him his first defeat in more than 25 years. She spared his life, but our laws are clear: an Alpha who loses a challenge is no Alpha. Our pack was forced to disband, and I finally was free. Which…isn’t as great as it sounds.

Cruelty is his middle name, and I'm at his mercy. My father has kept me locked away in an ivory tower. I thought he wanted to protect me, but he only wanted to protect his asset. An untouched, sheltered mob princess is worth a lot of money to the right buyer. My father's greed means Sicily is no longer big enough for him. I'm shipped across the Atlantic to Boston to marry a man I've never met, whose reputation for cruelty reaches as far as the shores of Sicily.

We come from high society, but the grooming process starts in high school. And we always recruit in the dark. As a result, our messes are rarely clean and never brought to light. Money's not an issue, and usually, neither are our members. Until one decides to betray us. Let this be a lesson to our initiates: Never choose love over loyalty.

My love for Persephone is keeping me grounded...for now. Soon, she’ll give birth to our child, and I will do anything to protect them. Even if it means I’m destroyed in the process. When Fate confirms our worst fears that Prometheus seeks to use our baby for his own gain - and that he’s not alone - I feel the ruthlessness in me growing stronger. Before it’s too late, I must stop them and uncover the truth behind their evil plans. And when I do...Gods help us all, because there’s no telling who will survive.

Isabella Astley, a true Victorian lady who was born into one of England’s finest noble houses, wants to control her own destiny. But with a mother who is willing to marry her off to the highest bidder, her future seems to be a life of misery.

Thatcher Reed is unhinged. I’ve known that since he held me captive in a cabin at twelve years old. We were both left with the scars from that summer but pardon me for not having sympathy for my kidnapper. It took years and countless therapy sessions to finally move on from Thatcher, only for me to find myself within his reach again.