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Two wrongs don’t make a right. That’s what they say. In my defense, my suggestion he adopt a fake fiancée wasn’t me volunteering for the role. I only went up there to apologize, how did I walk away engaged to the CEO? I have a coach to get me through it. A woman who knows what it is to be involved with a man in my boss’s league. Her first and most crucial piece of advice? Don’t fall for him. Easy. At least, that’s what I think until he kisses me. All we’re supposed to do is convince his ex she has no chance of winning him back.

Is a drink too much to ask? In peace. 'Cept this a-hole says I'm in his seat. The place is deserted, pick another. But he doesn't. He sits right there next to me. Up close. Smoldering as he taunts. What am I supposed to do with that? Even my snippy, cynical woman bit doesn't deter him.

Daxas has survived his first few weeks as a Dungeon. He has successfully discovered several exploits in the system and has been thriving. He is advancing to the second rank, fought off an invasion of orcs and goblins, and, most importantly, now has a lovely wood elf companion named Jessamyn. However, success brings new challenges and new, more powerful challengers. It's time for the Wolf King to expand his dungeon, cut down any who dare oppose him, and add to his harem of mates. Meanwhile, the Divine Lords are plotting in the background, trying to engineer his downfall.

Daxas' trials continue. He has defeated those with the temerity to face him and claimed the dark elf Dungeon Mistress Jen'Zadeer Shadestar for his own. His guild, the Dark Moon Rising, continues to flourish despite its figurehead Chief Simeon Reedwhistle's reservations.

Maxwell Morgan has always been a very practical guy. He started working at age fifteen because his foster family was stretched thin. He joined the army right out of high school to earn money for college. Even after getting his first job after college, he kept working the three jobs that let him get there—National Guard infantryman, farmer, and blacksmith. About nine months into his new job as an HR Generalist, Max’s boss arranged a one-week team-building event for the team. Max and his five attractive, female co-workers boarded the plane for Sheridan, Wyoming, and then things went sideways.

Elin has a dream; to mate a shifter and form a family. It’s a rule of nature - shifters don’t leave their mates. Dylan has a duty; to breed his females and build his pride. It’s a rule of nature - lions don’t have mates. Two months ago, the sexy lion shifter with the killer smile and smoldering eyes swept into Elin’s life like a whirlwind, then disappeared just as quickly. When Dylan ran, he hadn’t realized he was making the biggest mistake of his life, or that he was leaving behind more than a beautiful woman and a broken heart.

My girls and I do most everything together anyway, so why not go watch this Zairn Lomond guy be interviewed? Jane and Toria are into him--seriously into him. I can shake a proverbial pom-pom for their obsession. Of course, if someone has to win the round-the-world tour of Lomond’s nightclubs, it has to be me. Cool. No big deal. I can work from anywhere and who says no to free five-star travel?

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet under like the government wanted. Not until I claw my way through the academy that yearns to finish what was started that night. I'd vowed to get back to the men who risked everything to save me—the ones twice my age who should've never looked twice at the naive, bubbly Omega who thought the world wasn't cruel. I learned the hard way. It's merciless.

When Aiden King asked me out four years ago, I went from mousy librarian to wife of the most wanted bachelor in Montana in four months flat. No longer the nerdy girl from the wrong side of the tracks, I was a CFO’s wife in a mansion by the river—and my husband was the man of my dreams. I almost couldn’t believe my good fortune. Turns out, I shouldn’t have believed it.

The only thing I want is to fix my car and get the hell away from Little Hope, where I got stuck thanks to a popped tire and ‘helpful’ locals. Unfortunately, fate - apparently - has other plans for me. That’s how I find myself at Alex’s doorstep. A local ex-navy recluse, Alex is rude, obnoxious, and scorching as hell with his grumpiness and f-off attitude. I just want to run from this little town and from this growly man people constantly warn me about. But why does he suddenly feel like home?

Jezebel and the elf guilds have been defeated. The elven goddess now resides in the Wolf King's lair, along with Daxas and the others. However, her attempts to destroy Daxas' dungeon and steal all the soul energy he had collected over time has not been without consequence.

There are others in the Proving Grounds, like the Silver Lady, Jezebel. She had her own plans, which don't align with Daxas'. Not to mention that the threat from without is undiminished. Timian, and others, are still gunning hard for Daxas. They want what he has, an abundance of soul energy, and the Wolf King must die for them to get their grubby little mitts on it.

My name is Violet, and I am crazy. Schizophrenic, to be exact. I see creatures no one else does. Even with medication, there's no escaping the insanity, so I lie and say I don't see them. Until one night, my hot-as-sin customer is one of these said creatures and tries to skip on the bill. Instead of being a hero for stopping a crime, I get fired. I should've kept my mouth shut because now my customer is stalking me. I should've called the cops, except he tells me the one thing I'm desperate to hear—you're not crazy.

The trip to Zairn’s island resort is exactly the breather I need. Five-star, all expenses paid, I can clear my head and focus on my true goal. I want to find the one. You know? The One. I’m not looking for him in the Bahamas. At least not until Toria signs us up for a singles program: Love In Paradise. Dates, group events, single men, single women, it’s worth a shot, right? So what the hell is he doing here? He’s not on the program, he’s just… here.

A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.

Ash Murphy sneaks home to the family ranch to escape the scandal that follows his successful country music career everywhere. He plans to rest up, get in his fair share of work on the ranch, connect with the new horses his brothers have taken in, and lay low for as long as it takes for the newest tabloid interest to blow over. Except when he arrives, his brother's guest house isn't empty; its current occupant is none other than Willow Morgan, a country singer on the rise, hoping to finally finish the last song on her sophomore album.

They took her. And it was my fault. I had everything I never knew I wanted, and I let her slip through my hands. Revenge clouded my judgment, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, but I refuse to make the same mistake again. I'll find Aspen no matter the cost, and then I'll make those who harmed her pay. They don't know who they messed with. I am Ranger, Alpha of McCaw. And Aspen is not just my fated mate. She is the future Luna of my pack. I'll unleash the hounds of hell to get her back.

Did I take a risk? Hell yeah! Was it worth it? Damn right. Who says a woman can't go get her man?

Goodbye, Bahamas! Hello, Chicago! For business? Nope. This is a family matter.

Striking a deal with Alec, an Unseelie High Fae, I agree to follow him to the Fae realm and seek sanctuary in the Unseelie Court. Staying hidden in the human realm is no longer an option if I want to keep Ansel and my mother safe. But revealing my identity came with a whole host of problems. As the carrier of the orb, I have the power of all of the elements, except they've been dormant for twenty-five years. The Unseelie King is anxious for me to learn how to use my powers, but when I learn an ability that should be impossible, I'm no longer the safest person in the Unseelie Court.