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A Russian S-400 surface-to-air missile system takes down a passenger jetliner in the skies over Belarus, showering the fields below in burning scrap. As the world begins to mourn the horrific accident, one man–new CIA director, George Lawrence–knows it is anything but. Three hundred innocents were sacrificed in order to snuff out the life of one man: Professor Alexey Sokolov, a senior adviser to the Russian government. As well as a CIA asset recruited by a ghost known as the Hangman... Trapp doesn't know any of this. 

Tall, powerful, and lethally gorgeous, Drazen Krylov is the ruthless boogeyman the Bratva world fears. He's also the masked man from the app whom I unknowingly shared my darkest, most depraved urges with. Now, the fantasy has become a nightmare. Drazen says I did terrible, unforgivable things. He says I owe a debt, and I'll pay the price by pretending to be his dead wife. I look just like her. The thing is, I might be her…

When I waged war to become the Pakhan of the Bratva in order to protect my daughter, I didn’t expect to be ambushed by an arranged marriage. The Irish wanted to cement our alliance, as if the sacrifices I’ve made for them weren’t enough. Now they expected me to engage in their barbaric customs; blood oaths, hand fasts and other ridiculous rituals. They presented me with this fiery-haired, waifish, scared little thing with a unpronounceable name. I was halfway ready to back out when she stabbed me right in the middle of dinner.

I know Demyen Zakrevsky is wrong for me. But I can't help hoping... What if he's not? After all, he's saved me time and time again. He's made me a mother twice over. But he's also the one who sold me in the first place. The one who got my baby stolen away from me. The one who broke my heart over and over and over. I can't decide if he's a saint or a sinner. I suppose now's the time we'll find out for good. Because the bad guys have my baby, and they want one thing in return: Me. And for my daughter's sake, I'll give myself up every. single. time. So I take one final step into the shadows.

I ran from my old life because the monsters in my past thought they could own me. For one brief moment, Ivan Pushkin gave me a taste of a happy ending to my story. But now, those same monsters are back to finish the job. Francia wants me dead. My stepfather wants me married. And the Sokolovs want me chained to them forever.

Lazarus Cross wakes after centuries of slumber, a single objective burning in his mind: revenge. His newfound thirst for blood is insatiable. When the woman who awakened him disappears before he can learn his identity or purpose, he must rely on his own strength and cunning to survive. In a world hungry for power and control, Lazarus must fight for his freedom and prove he is more than what he appears. With each bloody battle, he grows in strength, each victory unlocking new powers inside him.

Hale Hartlock was getting married for one reason only: to give his wild younger brother a nurturing influence. Omegas were a rarity, and one wouldn't choose to live in the wildlands. Hale wouldn't take any chances, not when his hatred of the spoiled designation ran so deeply. He swore to the men of Hartlock Ranch, Ruck and Oliver, that nothing would change, certainly not their hearts. But Esta, Hale's sweet beta bride, was a temptation none of them could resist.

The fateful meeting between the owner of a tramp star-freighter that flies the Union planets under false papers and fake names and a proud but junior member of a powerful starship-owning family leads to a record-breaking race to Downbelow Station--and a terrifying showdown at a deadly destination off the cosmic charts.

Her marriage was a lie. Anita Orazio had never been interested in any man before she met her handsome new husband. He'd courted her with relentless energy, and she'd fallen hard and fast, like a fool. Until she overheard him saying he only married her to get an introduction to The Gardener. Everybody in Greenich Bay whispered the name of the reclusive assassin. The anonymous poisoner who could provide wares for anyone who could afford him, or find him.

Each Roman Catholic parish compiles a Book of the Dead from the lists of departed loved ones submitted by parishioners. Printed on the front of the envelopes are three words: November Dead List. In this series, a young priest opens one such envelope and discovers not a list of the dead but a list of people he knows to be alive and members of his congregation. At first he thinks it's someone's idea of a joke. Then the people named start turning up dead.

From the moment I walked away from my old life and started a new one in the small town of Shadowvale, I learned there were three rules I should follow if I wanted to survive—One: don’t go outside at night alone. Two: don’t ask questions about the obviously haunted house at the far side of town. And three: don’t catch Hunter Reed’s attention. Me? I broke all three almost immediately. The Reeds own Shadowvale. They live in the haunted house, and everyone seems afraid of them

A sweet alien rancher, a wary human woman, and the mail-order marriage that changes everything . . . I've been raised by my wealthy family to be one thing and one thing only: a wife. So when my parent-picked fiancé turns out to be a total creep and my family disowns me for breaking off the...

When I agreed to interview Alexis, all I knew was that she was a recent college grad looking for some summer work. When she walks into my office, I'm struck by her beauty. There's no way I can have her living under my roof. She's pure temptation. There's just one problem… after being picky during my interviews, I now need someone to start next week. I have no choice but to hire her. I just need to keep my distance. It shouldn't be hard. Life has made me a cold, bitter man. These days, distance is all I know.

I’m a big city girl hiding out in the tiny town of Whiskey River. I’m a runaway bride, hiding from my ex and my family. The shy, virgin mountain man who sells handmade wooden furniture in town doesn’t seem like he would try to control me the way my family did. He’s strange and beautiful.

She was everything that I wanted. He was everything that I despised. Until she wasn’t. Until he wasn’t. Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palms of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty were the very same that comforted me.

I made a mistake, and now he wants to punish me. Everyone knows better than to steal from a Romano, but I was desperate. I was so close to getting away with it as well. I had one foot out the door, and I was hauled back into the club by security. When Leo Romano steps in to the office, I know I’m a dead woman. There’s no escape. They tied me to this chair, and I can’t get myself out. The look in his eyes sends shivers down my spine and it doesn’t help that Leo is drop-dead gorgeous.

The world sees Gabriel Black as a golden god: successful, gorgeous, charismatic, and untouchable. The good guy. But I've peeked behind the mask and seen the brutal devil that lurks like poison under the surface. And he knows it, too. Now, I need a miracle—and money—to save my father's life and pay off the crime boss he's in deep with. Gabriel needs a wife to further his political career. It's a match made in hell to a secret psychopath who knows my darkest, most depraved fantasies. And I'm about to learn the only thing more dangerous than being chased by a monster:

Leigh Raelyn should be burned at the stake. Not only did she cause the deaths of her family — she’s also a Lunar witch, bonded with the outlawed element, aether. But hiding an illicit gift is almost impossible when you’re next in line for the throne, and her supply of magical suppressants is dwindling. So, when she discovers a way to surrender her title, Leigh seizes her chance. Wilder Dunn will do whatever it takes to ascend the ranks of the Borealis Blades — so long as it gives him the power to bring his sister’s killers to their knees.

My best friend's little sister. Entirely off-limits. A craving I cannot resist. Savannah Levine is the one woman I cannot have and the only one I want. I keep her at arm's length, but there's no denying that she is an addiction I'm too weak to ignore. One taste. One touch. I should have known it would never be enough. Selfishly, I steal touches and kisses in the dark, keeping us a secret from those closest to us. But in a circle like mine, lies tend to catch up on you, and justice is served in the most tragic of ways.

Fate turned on me, chewed me up, and spat me out. I’ve been dragged down into the depths of hell until my lungs burned and the light of day turned blood red. But I’m still breathing.