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This is my playground—a twisted game where pleasure and danger collide, and I’m not one to run from the spotlight. I accepted the invitation, knowing full well that I’d ignite the flames of Vane’s obsession, but I was ready to play my hand. “Did you think I would let you outshine me?” Vane taunts, a wicked grin lighting up his piercing green eyes. “Tonight, I’m going to prove to you who your master truly is.”

I’m a survivor. A fighter down to my blood. I need the release that comes when I step in that octagon, I crave it. I spent too long being beat down and broken in every sense of the word, and I almost didn’t make it. Fighting saved me though, and then I saved myself. When I am offered a full ride scholarship to a college in the middle of nowhere Alabama over 2000 miles away, I grab the chance with both hands and run like hell.

In a childhood fractured by abuse and neglect, the monster under my bed was my unlikely guardian. The bloody night he abandoned me left me broken, and alone for too many years. But now he’s back. As I’ve matured, so has my need for him. My desires are dark, perverse, and only my monster can satisfy them. At first he refuses to touch me the way I so desperately need. But then his shadows pin me open and tear me apart until I am remade in his darkness. Though my protector has returned, my world is unraveling, ripped apart by the evils of men and the creatures that stalk me from the dark.

Kaitlin Crosse wields an extraordinary power over me. She pushes, dares, and drives me to the brink of madness. Ever since our paths intertwined, my obsession with her has been absolute and unyielding. Every aspect of her calls out to me, yet the very thing I yearn for the most might be forever beyond my grasp. She resists my attempts to possess and protect her. She refuses my claims, asserting her fiercely independent nature.

Andie. Receiving my aunt’s magic wasn’t the saving grace I hoped it would be. In fact, it was the start of a downward spiral none of us saw coming. With my energy acting out, my bond to Foster, and interest from unwelcome parties, I’m not sure how much longer I can shoulder the pressure. Foster. I thought I knew what obstacles stood in the way of finding peace with Andie, but with every step forward, we’re forced three more back. Desire fuels my perseverance. Desire to keep Andie safe, to officially make her mine, to make sure no one else has to die on her watch.

Each Sunday morning, I stand in robes at an altar and preach about being good and moral. But when night falls, I take justice into my own hands, stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Ending the lives of men who never deserved to step foot inside my church. Until I meet her.

He waited fifteen years to make her pay. Aksel was Zoey’s first love—until betrayal turned his heart to stone. Now he’s back, ready to ruin her… but the more he tries to break her, the more obsessed he becomes. Revenge was supposed to be sweet, so why does it feel like torture? This is a very dark romance with difficult themes.

Two years ago, I had the hottest night of my life with a woman who didn’t want to tell me her name—and in a tequila-fueled fever dream, I agreed. She was funny, sexy, and after I got past her brittle shell, secretly very sweet. In the morning, she was gone. I’ve looked for her in every city I’ve played in since. That night ruined me for anyone else, but the woman I only know as “Jersey Girl” never showed up at another game. Not until I skate onto brand new ice as part of the NHL’s latest team. And there she is, in the stands at our season opening game. Very carefully not looking at me.

When Aleksei Morozov tilted my chin up with a single finger and kissed me, I slapped him like a good girl should when her new boss treats her like his property on her very first day on the job. Then I spent the night fantasizing about him doing absolutely shameful things to me, and when he kissed me again the next day, I just knelt at his feet, undid his pants, and begged for what I needed. By the time I found out he's a Bratva kingpin, he'd already made me his in every way. Now I'm bare and bound to his bed, knowing I'm about to take it really, really hard.

Kill? That's easy. My family runs a murder-for-hire business. I can end a man in my sleep without so much as taking off my eye mask. Marry? If my mother has her way, I'll be walking down the aisle with her rival's psychopath son. But Riddick is more likely to stab me during his vows than love and cherish me for a lifetime. Kiss? My history with men says I'm better off with a vibrator. But then Augie Mitchell looks at me with his ocean blue eyes and I want to let him prove he's as talented with his tongue as he claims to be.

I’m the ruling queen of Saint View Strip. After growing up poor, taking my clothes off and dancing for men is all I know. My thriving club and the people I employ are everything. They’re my ride or die, and I’m theirs.

Hot bullies, busted cars, and the party of the year. On an endless loop. I don’t know how, but I’m living today over and over again. Every year, the town of Devil Springs holds a celebration known as Devils’ Day. There’s no magic, but there might as well be: We wear masks, we play tricks, we party hard. Every year, the students of Crescent Reform School party the hardest. They’re the lewdest, the most wanton, ribald, and lascivious.

He’s a cruel man, and he’s taking me against my will. Bar tending at the Devil’s Alpha bar was supposed to be temporary. Until my brother got in too deep with the MC that runs it. Now I’m stuck in this dead-end job in the worst part of Chicago. Until a fated night, where things take a darker turn. The night a tall and gorgeous stranger enters the bar. He sticks out like a sore thumb, with his designer suit and expensive watch. Axel is making a deal with the Morrone family. The man is the eldest son, Massimo Morrone, heir to the Morrone mafia throne.

I’ve spent five years in hell, chained up by a man who was supposed to love me. My family thinks I’m dead. I would be, if it weren’t for the little boy born into a nightmare. I breathe only for him. Until Zane walks back into my life. My brother-in-law. The teenager I once knew, now all grown-up. He’s a prisoner, just as I am. I don’t trust him—but I have no one else.

Jacob Compass is stuck in the human world, navigating a peaceful treaty so that supernaturals are not exposed. Justice Winter reluctantly finds herself helping him with this task, all the while dreaming about punching him in his perfect, smug face. Suffice it to say, their coexistence is a challenge in many ways. Turns out, though, that during this battle against an enemy that they can't just kill and get rid of - annoying as it may be - they learn that they have more in common than just their fey race.

It all started with an anonymous letter. He wasn’t supposed to find it - no one was. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to answer it. We end up talking through letters and sticky notes in a book. All baring our darkest, deepest secrets. It’s all fun and games until I find out who my pen pal is...Xavier Emery. King of my basketball-obsessed town, my childhood bully, and the guy I am in grave danger of falling in love with. But the rules were clear: We can never know who we’re talking to, and the confessions can never, ever get out.

After my boyfriend has a not-so-little accident with his new female best friend, I jump at the opportunity to take a small vacation with my brother to Salem for Halloween. He's annoyed, but his two best friends? Not so much.

Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin's daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple... But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden. Now I'm caught between two men, and I can't tell which way is what. Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

Stumbling upon a group of escaped demons changed everything, and the responsibility falls on me to protect Shadow City. As the battle rages on, a tug radiates from my soul, drawing me toward a sexy, mocha-eyed demon. Though he voluntarily surrenders, I don't trust him. He's become the catalyst for even more demon attacks, but I can't give him up. Every moment we'd spent together strengthened the bond between us, and now, I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe. He's my enemy...my mate. And he's either destined to be my future...or to destroy it.

Despite my last name being Kingsley, I had to work hard for my crown. I’m a gifted hockey player, but earning a spot in the Hannaford U hockey team took more than talent. When it comes to dating, that’s a different story. I’ve always had it easy. There’s never been a girl that I couldn’t win over. Until I met Gia Mancini, a goddess among mortals. Not only did my charms not work on her, she friend-zoned me.