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They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

I know what I want. So when opportunity knocked, I took it. I grabbed my shot, willing to do anything to make it happen. From the beginning, I knew I was destined to be with the six-foot-four, bourbon-eyed Rock God. Only back in the early days, he wasn’t a god. Rhys Granger was my brother’s friend, the boy next door who wrote verses and played his guitar in our garage. He was talented. Exciting. Damaged. The kind of guy who made all the girls cry…. Except for me. I thought I was special. Turns out I’m not. And now…I despise him.

The lost warriors are rising. Montana: Vengeance calls upon the wind. What Wolfe has done is unforgivable, and he’ll pay for everything he has taken from us. But after my choice was made at the ceremony, I’m now trapped with the prince I chose, and the path ahead is draped in peril. A wedding looms upon me, and if I can’t find a way to escape, I will soon be a monster’s bride. Erik’s promises fall like fire to ash, and I fear there’s no way out now I’ve chosen a life of chains in payment for those broken vows.

Cami was raised around the Savage Disciples MC until she left to build a life of her own. It's fine that she lives with her fiance's suffocating passive aggression. It's fine that she's turning to drugs to self-medicate. When Gauge tags along to visit his club brother's daughter, he can't believe the two women he meets: the fiery daughter of a biker and the puppet with the blank affect. And yet, they're both Cami. Right or wrong, he knows he won't stop until he sees her burn bright.

I’m torn in two. The mark of the gods has bound me to my mortal enemy, and not even the most desperate yearnings of my heart can break this tie. Between the slayer’s vow and the cruel tricks of Idun, my free will has been stolen from me. All I can hope for now, is that my sister and I can find a path to salvation, but it feels as though we’re walking a path to our ruin instead.

The gripping third installment of the 24690 series, nominated for a Goodreads Choice Award, plunges into the chilling darkness of Whitlock as three scouts venture deeper into its sinister heart, hunting for its next victims in a world where survival demands unimaginable sacrifices. Welcome...

I don’t apologize or regret the destruction I’m about to cause. I’m at peace with what I must do...nothing can or will stand in my way. Not even the raven-haired beauty with golden eyes who haunts my dreams. No one is innocent in the story of my life. Fairy tales don’t exist! I. Make. No. Excuses. Everyone needs to atone, and I’m the man who is going to see to it.

From BookTok sensation J. T. Geissinger comes Carnal Urges, a sexy-as-sin dark romance about a powerful mafia king who kidnaps the one woman who will threaten to bring him to his knees. Carnal (adjective): 1) Relating to the pleasures of the body 2) Given to sensual indulgence 3) The man who...

Gareth Black is drawn to December Mayson the moment he spots her across the room at her cousin’s wedding. When he approaches the beautiful woman, she captivates him with her shyness and wit, making him crave her. With a pull so strong it’s impossible to ignore, December knows there’s something between her and Gareth. She just hopes they’re capable of jumping the hurdles ahead of them. Two boys, an ex, a surprise that will change everything, and a disgruntled co-worker guarantee these two will have their work cut out for them if they are going to find their happily-ever-after.

Every time I’ve worn my favorite black dress, something good has happened. I’ve talked my way out of speeding tickets—and into a date with the cute cop—and I’ve found money on the ground, won cool prizes on the Las Vegas strip, and even got a cushy job with an even cushier paycheck. It’s my lucky dress, and in it, I can’t lose...until I did. Thanks to an enthusiastic bidder at an art auction, the dress failed me when I needed it most.

Wyvern Pack is waiting on a few last bites to make their family whole. When Lilah and Orion sync heats, it's finally time to put down that last baggage and solidify their bonds—with each other and with the alphas who've been waiting to give them everything they need.

Beaten, drugged, and tied, I sink beneath the surface. Water invades my mouth. It seeps down my throat and fills my lungs until breathing becomes a desperate memory. My only hope are the three men who know the evil of my attacker. If I make it through this, we can’t fail again. A murderer needs to be found. Caleb needs to pay for what he did to me. He has another woman held hostage, bound, and gagged. But she’s not the only one. There are others who will befall the same fate as me if Caleb and his friends aren’t stopped.

I accidentally married three witch stalkers. They've escaped perpetual hell, courtesy of yours truly. They've also gone viral with their annoying thirst trap asses in leather. #theWitchwoodBoys Fine. The power of magic is worth the price.

Nestore Romano was achingly beautiful. A cruel, dark prince who only smiled when he could break his broken princess. He was destined to rule over his kingdom. It was his birthright. His indisputable fate until my father betrayed his oath and locked him into a cage to torture and humiliate. It was the end of Nestore. It was his rebirth too. I witnessed both. He hated my last name for everything my father had done to him and his family. But me… …me he hated for a single act—running away. Amelia was the light in my eternal darkness. Until she wasn’t.

I played by the rules my whole life. I climbed the ranks and became an undercover agent, tasked with taking down Kyle O'Reilly, the country's most corrupt police commissioner, and superstar Jackson O'Reilly's father. Then, with a single touch, I fall madly in love with Aurora Embers, Jackson's fiancée, and throw it all away. When I'm assigned to investigate Kyle's death, I do whatever it takes to get back to her. Stalking. Manipulating. Obstruction of justice. When my partner and best friend accuses Aurora of playing me, I don't care.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

Morning Glory Milking Farm was just another quick tug-machine operated facility, no different from all the rest. Sure, they had big pharma money and special hands-on amenities the other milking joints couldn't boast, but at the end of the day it was the same old story—cash he didn't actually need in the bank, all for doing what he would have done for free anyway. Get in, get out, get on with his day. At least, that's what he thought.

Have you ever stood next to a fire and felt the heat of it on your skin? Stared into the flames and thought how amazing it would be to be that free? It changes direction with the wind, destroying everything in its wake. That's what she felt like. Alexa was a wildfire that torched everything she touched, and I couldn't wait to be consumed by her.

I wasn't looking for a lover. I wasn't even looking for a friend. After my life imploded around me, I only wanted one thing: a fresh start for me and the baby I carried. That was before Ward 'Hollywood' Garrison stormed down a walkway and into my life. Cooking for me. Spending time with me. Giving me his dimpled grin and making me smile for the first time in far too long. Ward may have been charming, but he was no hero. A member of the Court of Mayhem motorcycle club, he had figurative blood on his hands—and very real blood on his shirt. He had secrets. Then again, so did I.

Captain Maddox Stone is ready to put the men who messed with his family on a fast train to hell. Eliminating the enemy is the only thing he's good at anyway. He sure as hell isn't good at connecting. Of course, on the heels of that thought, his past comes walking through the door. Will he finally have the guts to explain what really happened that night so long ago?