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When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought. She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait. I made her beg. When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.

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.

When I wrote to Callum Rose five years ago, I never expected a response. He was an up-and-coming rock star, after all, and I was just a shy seventeen-year-old. He did write back, though, and through hundreds of emails, we became best friends. Until the day we unknowingly broke each other’s hearts. It’s been three years since our last email. I’m all grown up with a new job at Good Music and finally have my act together. But then Callum Rose walks in the door, and I’m instantly thrown back to the days when he meant everything to me.

Troy Alexander is sex on a stick and every girl’s dream at John Rushmore University. He’s also the bane of my existence. Our meet-cute wasn’t exactly cute. He called me a nerd, and I accused him of slacking off on the field. Now, we have to live together. I’m supposed to try to play nice to keep a roof over my head. Not in my nature. Our arrangement could be a living hell, but slowly, I realize the worst thing he ever did wasn’t calling me names.

After having our worlds ripped apart by everything we'd uncovered, my mate and I thought the surprises were behind us. Unfortunately, Fate has other plans.

This new job at the Darlington Museum is everything I ever wanted. The pay is awesome, and I get to spark a passion for history in young minds. I just need to pass my probation period. No problem, right? Wrong! The second week in, I spill hot coffee all over my super sexy billionaire dragon shifter boss, ruining his pants. Then, while trying to help him clean up, I accidentally grab something rather, uh—formidable—and totally inappropriate. Talk about a horrible first impression!

Fresh off her victory over Tony Belcher and his Aryan extremists, seasoned ATF agent Lexi Mills finds herself in the crosshairs of a new and deadly enemy—a killer who uses intricate weapons of destruction as his signature calling card.

When I enlist the help of Redrock Protective Services, I expect to meet with one of the company’s gargoyle brothers. Instead, I find myself face-to-face with a demon. And by the heated glow in his eyes, guarding is the last thing he wants to do with my body. Eamon is rippling with muscles, rides a motorcycle, and has extra, uh...parts...for my pleasure—all the things that have my body screaming YES! Too bad a demon lover is a distraction I can’t afford, not when I’m running from a centuries-old spirit intent on stealing my identity.

As the eldest daughter of famous parents, Luna Hale is anything but normal. She escapes most days inside the fandoms she loves and the fics she writes, and she’s accepted that real life just sucks more than fiction. But there is someone who could rival every swoony man inside her imagination. And he only lives three floors below her. Too bad he’s incredibly off-limits.

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.

My life once centered around justice. As a trained warrior for the people of Shadow City, I never questioned what I was taught...until now. My preordained mate and I are finally on the same side, with our list of enemies growing. All we have learned has changed our very foundation and put a target on both our backs. A war that has been brewing for over a millenium is on the horizon. One that could change the course of the Earth forever. It’s up to our friends to find a way to stop it...but Fate has a way of forcing her hand.

From the moment I learned she was coming to our school, I had a gut feeling it would end in disaster. Out of all the schools in the world, why did Kaitlin Crosse have to choose ours? Her presence confused my brothers and created tension between them, but I soon realized my initial assumptions about her were completely wrong.

After months of searching, Ember and her friends have finally located the Sword of Light, the only weapon capable of killing Queen Aneira and ending her rule. This is Ember's destiny. Or so she thought. Now a pact to save the man she loves changes everything.

My plans were simple. Graduate from college, get a job, and not worry anymore if I can make next month’s rent. It turns out I might have a shot at getting drafted to play in the NFL, and nothing will distract me from that goal. I didn’t count on Sadie Clarkson wrecking my plans.

I used to have it all. Football made me popular. Money made me desirable. My name made me a king. Girls tried to tame me, but I valued my freedom too much to be tied down. Until I lost it all.

I know three things about my neighbor, Adam. One: He likes to play his guitar on his balcony, often in his underwear. Two: He enthusiastically embraces the rock star lifestyle. Three: He must never, ever exist outside of the Friend Zone. The problem with number three is that over the last year, he’s become my everything. Adam’s the best friend I’ve ever had. The one who pushes me to follow dreams I’d written off as impossible. We have strict lines that we don’t cross. Even when we blur them on occasion by playing you can look but you can’t touch, the lines are always there.

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.

It’s not true. It can’t be. Four DNA tests. Only one positive. The man claiming to be my father is quite literally the worst option imaginable. This isn’t happening to me. For the first time in my life, I know who I am and where I want to be and, in the blink of an eye, everything is spinning so utterly out of control. I thought the fight with Maddy was the worst thing I faced. It’s not. I’ve grown up in a house of lies, and it’s all crashing down on the five of us, and I have no idea how to protect the ones I love best from the fallout.

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.

My new boss is: A former rock star turned grumpy mechanic, a single dad, and my teenage crush. It was supposed to be a one-week job. Nannying Diego Garza's adorable four-year-old son should've been easy. But things get complicated when Diego catches me doing something I shouldn't. When he confronts me, I do the only thing I can think of: get down on my knees. To my surprise, he doesn't get angry. Instead, Diego Garza calls me a good girl.