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I was pretty happy living the carefree life of a successful bachelor. Money to spend, a revolving door of women, no commitment, no relationship troubles - it was perfect. At least, that's what I thought until I held my friends' newborn baby in my arms, and she smiled at me. That was the moment I realized what life was all about. That was also the moment it occurred to me I needed a baby mama - stat. So...the hunt is on for the perfect candidate. But first, I might have to have one last fling - you know, go out with a bang. Literally.

I was lucky to find my soulmate. And cursed to have lost him so soon after . . . I thought Tarfu was my happy ending. Until he went missing in battle. At first I waited patiently. Then anxiously. Then finally, hopelessly. Three years have passed. Orc males in his clan begin to circle me. Looking to claim me. But if I know my mate, Tarfu will never stop till he comes back to me. He will always be searching for me. Always loving me. And when he comes through my door again, my face will break out in joy. And I'll present him a gift for finally making it back to us. Our son.

The first time my step-dad raped me, I prayed for God to save me . . . he never came. Instead, my savior came in the form of a Priest. For years we've done God's bidding. Blood coats our hands and souls, devilish deeds done in the Lord's name. But changes are coming and our time is running out. I'm not sure I'm ready. Not sure I can face the man in the mirror when the mask comes off. I'm drowning in the uncertainty of the future. I need someone to save me. I need them.

There are a few things I don’t like to talk about in life. My father. And Kansas. I hate him, and I hate that godforsaken state. To this day, I haven’t loved because there’s a fear. An inkling. An instinct that I will be just like him. I convinced myself our blood was rotten, tainted, and sour. I believe I didn’t have the ability to be faithful or loyal. But then after a blizzard, a sailboat washed to shore. And she was there. She’s here at the clubhouse now. Violet Winston.

When Mr. Black goes missing, Melody is left in charge of the New York Guild and burdened with the task of bringing her father home. She's also been offered a place in Hell. The decision should be a no brainer. Once a hunter, always a hunter. But with secrets unfolding and lives on the line, there's nothing easy about deciding between Hell and Home.

Detective Rainey Astor has run headfirst into danger for as long as she can remember. Her trip to Salem was no different, and although she and Elijah are back in Billings, nothing could have prepared them for the repercussions they will face upon their return home. Determined to get back to normal despite the fact that everything's changed, Rainey dives back into work at the same time bodies of dead witches start popping up all over town. Their ritualistic style murders scream sacrifice, but there's something darker at work.

She is in hell. Trapped in the shadows, Rainey is unable to do much more than watch while her entire life is destroyed. While the Original Witch's plan continues to fall perfectly in place, it's up to Elijah to put it all on the line and save his hunter. Or die trying.

All Jesse Rogers wants is one night...One night to forget she's a cop. To let her hair down. To finally have some fun. The sexy stranger she meets in Vegas? Yeah, he delivers. Multiple times. With no regrets she walks away, never believing she will see him again until she gets an unexpected surprise. Finding out the father of her child is the irresistible bad-boy billionaire Joshua Hastings, the last thing Jesse wants is to play happy families.

With the Monarchs fractured, I need to use my best moves to bring the whole biker gang back home. My best moves being reverse cowgirl, the upside down corkscrew, and the underestimated cupid's arrow. Unfortunately, my appeal doesn't stretch as far as the stray who has latched onto one of my men. A charming, cunning killer to be exact. This house isn't big enough for the two of us. I'm a bitch who knows her way around a bone, so this slutty snake had better watch her back. Did I also mention she's trying to kill me? Unless Angus and I get to her first.

For years, I was close enough to fame to touch it. Taste it. Drink it. Until one more drink became my answer to everything. Until one night I made a mistake which couldn't be undone. So, I cut all ties to my former life and the addiction that destroyed it. And I left in search of redemption on the other side of the country. After months building a new future, I thought my past had stayed put. Until I opened my front door to find she'd followed me.

Once upon a time, a girl saved my life. I was p*ss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge. She stopped me. I told her to f--k off. Exactly how all great love stories start. A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab. She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in. And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge. Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie. She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.

Football has been the only constant thing in my life for the last twenty years. Everything I've worked for my whole life has gotten me to this point—playing for Tampa Bay in the NFL as a starting Tight End. I'm not focused on anything other than doing my job for my team; it's everything I've ever wanted. That is, until I meet my teammate's little sister.

The last thing Natalia Kristoff expected was that her friend's wild dream to find her a fake husband for a green card would have any sort of success. Yet here she is, sitting in a private booth, listening to the sexiest man she's ever seen lay out the details of just what he needs from her. Stand at his side, pretend she's madly in love with him, all to satisfy some crazy family tradition? Kirell Ursa has a problem. His bear shifter family is in shambles, struck from within by traitors.

Love is honorable but selfish. Love is a record of my wrongs. Love had fractured in trials but held on for the truth. And the truth was he'd hurt me, yet I loved him. He'd left me, yet I followed him. But I was done with Leo Baudin. And as soon as the semester was over, I would be done with Paris. But until then, I would learn the rest of his secrets. The ones they whispered about behind his back. The ones that had the entire city watching his every move. The ones that held him hostage.

The Monarchs told me their pretty lies and tricked me with their gorgeous bodies. They took the trust I wasn't willing to give and shattered it into pieces. I made a vow once to teach these bullies a lesson, but instead it's me who has learnt the hard way deceit can't be washed away with merely a stick of gum. It'll take a deep-rooted thirst for vengeance and sweet justice from the Candy Crusher to right the wrongs dealt onto me. But that's not up to me to pursue. If the Monarchs want me, they'll have to catch me, and then I'll make them sorry they ever did.

Everyone in my culture knows emotions are dangerous. In Old Europe, we learn how to suppress romantic feelings and follow the rules of no commitment. Now that I'm working in the Northlands, I'm preparing Nmen for a life in France, teaching them how to flirt, have sex, and move on. The part that bothers me is watching the men practice their flirting skills on my fellow instructor, Sparrow.

Kasperi and his fellow bear shifters have been dispatched to investigate reports of magic being used in Plymouth Falls. Now, hot on the heels of the rogue mage, he readies his weapon and prepares to rid the world of yet another enemy. But he stays his hand at the sight of the beautiful but beleaguered woman, alone in the forest, moments from freezing to death. She's no threat to him, is she? His fellow shifters disagree, but Kasperi knows they're wrong. This woman needs aid, not the blade of his sword.

Walking the line, exercising self-control, and respecting boundaries was never my thing. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife - the number-one rule you don't break when you're a prospect for the Satan's Knights. I fell in love with the former vice president's wife. A lethal mistake on my behalf that only left me bitter and standing on the edge of an overpass. I would've jumped if it hadn't been for the terrified girl, crying on the other side of the fence. She was 17 and the district attorney's daughter. She was also pregnant with my little brother's baby.

I can't tell you where I'm going, and I can't begin to understand where I've been, but I'm alive. Alive and alone, until a savior presents himself in tattered clothes and a frayed beanie. Shielding me with his protection, the promise of tomorrow seems to be within reach after all. He shows me how to navigate the city, how to steal, and survive. And just when I think I might have a future running the streets, my world comes to a halt for a pair of stunning hazel eyes. The boy attached isn't too bad either.

After years mowing through all the eligible women in New York, Liam earned the nickname Playboy Prince. Now, the tech executive needs to clean up his reputation. He can have any woman in the city, but he wants me: his purple-haired, smart mouthed assistant. Six months as his fake fiancée in exchange for the cash to fund my start-up. How can I say no? Too bad Liam is the most frustrating man on the planet. Demanding. Rebellious. Extremely charming. Plus the deep blue eyes. The devil-may-care-smile. The tattoos he hides under his suit.