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Sadie Sawyer wants to learn how to blow a guy. She's my sister's best friend. The girl I've known since grade school. The girl I've always considered off-limits. She's the girl that crawled under a table in a bar one night and changed everything between us. Now the brain in my pants is more than willing to step up. The rules are simple. No kissing. No screwing. No falling in love. But the more I let her use my body in the name of experimentation, the more I know being friends isn't enough. Is it too much to want it all with her?

Kidnapped by a boyfriend? Check. Held against her will by a serial killer? Check. Falling in love with her rescuer? Triple check. Lara thought her life was over, until her best friend showed up to save her with one of the most intriguing men she’d ever met. Owl is gentle, considerate, and he makes her feel safe. As time passes, Lara slowly begins to reclaim her life, thanks to the man who opened his heart and his home to a broken woman. But Owl doesn’t see her as damaged. He sees someone who’s gone through hell...and come out stronger on the other side.

Two years ago, one mistake cost Gideon Royal the girl of his dreams. Since then he’s become jaded and stoic, caught in a spiral that has him dealing with blackmail, heartache, and loss. When he left for college, he hoped to start over. But fate has other ideas, placing Savannah Montgomery in his path again.

Nine years ago, he broke my heart and never returned. I vowed to forget him...if only I could. When I was a child, I fell in love with a Dakkari boy. The prince of our clan. Rukkar, we called him. For he was destined to become the greatest horde king of our time. He was Kiran of Rath Okkili. My friend. My strong, unyielding protector. His mischievous smile and golden eyes made my heart flutter and my soul sing. And just when I began to believe he returned my love...he shattered me so completely and never once looked back to see how I’d survived.

Zoey Roberts is on the run—that’s what happens when someone is stalking you. Winding up in Wyoming was her latest move and last resort, but giving up everything was the only way to protect herself. New state. New apartment. New life. And for good measure, she takes a new job at the safest place in town—the local security agency, Reynolds Protective Group. But safe isn’t always smart. And working for the handsomest man she’s ever met quickly turns perilous when she’s faced with those washboard abs, broad shoulders, and charming smile on a daily basis.

This is not a fairytale. There's no glass slipper, only shards. Prince Charming is the villain, and happily ever afters are a myth. Except now, I need to construct one. Me, the fake princess, with a make-believe happily never after to the anti-Prince Charming himself. Coldly beautiful, brutally ruthless, and heir to a criminal empire. Misha Tsavakov hates me, but he'll be my fabricated prince, for a price—all of me.

From the moment she jumped on his back during a training exercise, Kenna had Marshall “Aleck” Smart’s attention. He wants to know more about the gorgeous, bubbly waitress who tried to “save” him. A lot more. In fact, he wants to know everything. A little hypocritical, since he plays his own cards close to the vest. Experience has shown once women learn about his trust fund, it’s often game over...even as instinct tells him Kenna may be the exception.

With a mass murderer still on the loose, my mates and I are desperate to put the final pieces of this puzzle together. Who's killing off fae? And why? Our need for answers grows even more urgent when one of our own is targeted. My mate is dying, and if I don't get to the bottom of this mystery, he'll take his final breath.

To save Dakkar, she must lure him to his deadly prison. Instead, she finds herself wearing his chains… As a fatal curse continues to spread over the planet of Dakkar, I make a deal with an alien witch who claims she can stop it. Her price? The heart of a horde king. Only the horde king in question is the fiercest male I’ve ever seen, with glowing demon eyes, a god-like body crafted in battle, and a cold, cruel grin that promises destruction. Yet, when I offer myself to him, all under the premise of luring him back to the witch, his touch sets my blood on fire.

I was never supposed to see him again. Him being the man wearing the perfectly tailored suit, who oozed an intoxicating mixture of wealth, rebellion, and sex appeal. One night. No strings. No names. Still riding the high from last night, I walk in to meet my new client, and he’s wearing that same dangerous smirk. Yes, I’m consulting for Callahan Sharpe. That Callahan Sharpe. Billionaire heir who abides by no rules, bucks convention, and is determined to complete one final project to honor his late father’s legacy. Luckily, and unluckily for me, I’m tasked to help.

So I forgot about the night I spent with Sylvie Davis...big deal. Listing all of my one-night stands would be impossible. It’s par for the course for any man who decided early in life they’d rather enjoy a buffet instead of a single entrée. But now my boss has ordered me to accompany her back to her hometown.

Someone’s out to get me, forcing my car off the road and me into hiding. When my brother recruits his Scottish best friend to protect me, though the brooding bodyguard drives me nuts, I can’t refuse his help. Or hide my crush. As a distraction, I create a spicy wish list and have only one man in my sights to share it with. What better way to spend my time locked in a house with the man of my dreams?

Kyra has lived her life in the shadow of a powerful Grigori brother. She's ignored her own desires for the good of her family, but an unexpected request from Thailand sends her on a mission that could change her life and alter the fate of free Grigori all over the world. Sons of the Fallen hidden in the mountains of Thailand have adapted an ancient human magic for their own purposes. Will this practice bring peace or lead to even greater danger for the Irin race?

Once upon a time there was young, naïve girl who fell madly in love with her brother’s Navy SEAL friend. It was one glorious, unforgettable summer. A magical whirlwind of new and exciting emotions. But this girl knew she wasn’t ready for Cole Keniston, not at 23. So, she did the only thing she could do, and left him.

As the lead piercer at Hel’s Ink, I’ve gained skills, made friends, and accepted the chaos that is my family. Finally, good things are coming my way, and I am feeling confident, maybe a little too confident, when I post a video to my socials describing the toxicity and abuse that is all too frequent in my industry and the life I left behind. After it goes viral, I get threats that move from on-screen to real life and I’m forced to come to terms with needing help.

I couldn't believe my luck when I got sent to a work conference in Hawaii. Living the dream after years of pulling myself up by my bootstraps. The sand, the palm trees, and the blue water were straight out of a romantic fantasy. So was the guy at the beachfront bar, let's be honest. Blue eyes. Broad-shouldered in his business suit but with a rough-around-the-edges swagger and a filthy mouth.

High in the icy northlands of Dakkar, I’ve lived a sheltered, predictable, and safe life. My days are spent caring for an ancient temple and staying out of the priestesses’ way. My nights are spent pouring over the great stories of warrior kings and the queens that stole their hearts.

My name is Freya Wilson. I am not your typical girl next door. I'm far from it. As my mother likes to point out since I graduated high school, I should be planning my life instead of wallowing around the house in my pajamas all day. Girls my age are either preparing for college or taking advantage of the warm summer days that California provides in spades. She doesn't understand why I prefer to be stuck in my room, watching the world pass by. But there is a reason to my melancholy that she will never know. I'm in mourning. I morn a love I can never have.

From the time I was a little boy, sleeping with my head on a football, I’ve had one goal: carrying on the Bradford-family legacy. Our famous father trained all my older brothers and me to be star athletes just like him, but seven years later, I’m the only one still focused on the game. Until Raven Gale storms into my life. She’s smart, sassy, curves for days, and lightning in the sack. When I met her at my little sister’s wedding we bonded immediately over our dedication to our dreams, our determination to let nothing stop us, and our insatiable, all-night, barrier-busting chemistry.

You’ve heard of these groups - the secretive ones that only the crème de la crème are invited into, the ones outsiders speculate about for centuries - I’m the second in my family invited to attend, but to them, I’m fresh meat. New blood. New money, too. They think they’ll elbow past me, that I’m here for their amusement, for them to walk all over, they’ll find out soon enough that I’m not.