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I'm a doctor and a researcher. My pack is small, in a quiet part of central Texas. It's a simple existence, and I like it that way. It's just me and my two besties, living our best single lives. That is until the mandate comes. Every unmated wolf in the entire world called to one place. I'm a psi, the weakest designation there is. I can barely shift, and there's no chance of me getting matched—only humiliated. It can't get worse—until it does. I've barely made it off the bus when I lock eyes with the hottest wolf I've ever seen, and he reeks of power.

I came to Charleston for music, not men. This city is just another stop on my way to something bigger. A few months of playing, then I’m gone. No attachments. No complications. Then I see him. Atlas Dane. Silent. Watchful. Built like a warrior, dressed like a king. He doesn’t belong at an event like this, hulking in a tuxedo while I play for people who sip champagne and pretend they understand Bach. But he’s not pretending. He watches my hands like he already knows what they can do. He speaks in low, measured words that make my breath catch. And when I trip—because I always do—he’s there.

There’s chasing the truth. There’s hunting down a story. And then there’s walking straight into a war. Marcus Dane is not a man to be investigated. He’s the shadows in a city full of secrets. Silent. Unforgiving. The kind of danger that doesn’t make noise until it’s too late. I came to Charleston for answers. The explosion at Folly Beach Pier was no accident, and I’m going to prove it. My editor says to be smart, to keep my distance. But that’s hard to do when Marcus keeps showing up—shoving me against walls, growling threats in my ear, daring me to dig too deep. The real problem?

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back. But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once-in-a-lifetime bond.

There’s safe. There’s dangerous. And then there’s Ryker Dane. Most men can walk the line between light and dark. They know when to stop, when to let go. Ryker? He was never one of them. I knew from the start that he was the kind of man you stay far away from. Silent. Ruthless. Cold as the steel he carried under his jacket. The problem? I didn’t want to stay away. For fans of dangerous love, anti-heroes who live by their own rules, and the women who bring them to their knees.

I'm having a hard time. And no, that's sadly not an innuendo. Depression is slipping back into my life like a toxic ex, and I know I need to do something before it consumes me. So when I run into the man of my dreams on my first attempt to get out of the house, it feels like fate.

I'm a man of means with a single purpose: to raise my daughter right. Love? Not on the menu. Commitment? No, thank you. Until I saw her—Skyla Manning. She's my brother's feisty employee and twelve years my junior. No harm in a casual fling to scratch our respective itches, right? Wrong. She didn't tell me she was a virgin, and I'm furious she wasted something so precious on an asshole like me. My ego, on the other hand, is too busy doing somersaults to stay away from her delectable curves.

In the chilling finale of the Frozen Fate trilogy, Frankie enters a world far deadlier than the one she escaped. A sinister threat lurks in the shadows, hunting her with a dark obsession as her savage protectors battle the rules of society. Thrust into the civilized world, they spiral into violence and refuse to conform, their wild natures threatening to tear apart their bond.

Stranded in Alaska, survival becomes paramount against starvation, hypothermia, and the dangerous predators lurking outside their isolated cabin. Sharing precious body heat with her viciously possessive men presents another challenge. She must navigate not only the brutal arctic tundra but also the intricacies of polyamorous love to ensure they make it out alive.

Abducted and taken to a remote cabin in Alaska, Frankie finds herself at the mercy of four feral men, each with his own dark secrets and twisted desires. With nowhere to run, she must rely on her wits to survive the harsh winter trapped with them. As she delves into their mysterious pasts, she uncovers an insidious evil that feeds on loyalty and uses love as a weapon.

When I uncovered my fiancé's dirty little secret, I fled, leaving him standing at the altar like a sad little penguin. As a desperate bride on the run, I'm forced to take the job no one in their right mind wants: assistant to the ego-inflated billionaire owner of a luxurious resort. Logan Blingwood—his name alone sends shivers down the spines of his employees. He's infuriatingly arrogant, and glaring at me is his new favorite pastime. But beneath his grumpy façade and rock-solid chest, there's a flicker of vulnerability and a (nearly indiscernible) thump of a beating heart.

More bookworm than Barbie, Reese Shepard is completely caught off guard when the most beautiful man she has ever seen steps in and pretends to be her boyfriend when some creep won't leave her alone. She assumes it's the last time she'll see the chivalrous stranger, but soon he is everywhere she is. And before she knows what's happening, the two of them are spending all their free time together, bonding over their love of the ocean, scary movies, and homemade cookies.

Let's get this straight—I hate Tate Blingwood. Our one-night stand was supposed to be just that, but now I've got a precious daughter to raise on my own. To make matters worse, he's everywhere, and I'm not just talking about my fantasies. Tate's career has hit the skids and he's on all the news stations and social media sites. Making revenge memes was just supposed to be a little fun to keep me sane and keep his enormous ego in check. I didn't expect it to bite me on the ass when he ended up seeking refuge at the resort I live and work in.

Some people are born under a lucky star. Caleb is not one of them. Dragon shifter Caleb's only hope of breaking his family's devastating bad luck curse is an ancient, badly burned parchment. What he hadn't counted on finding in his search was a beautiful, determined woman… who just happened to be his fated mate. And who has just busted him for committing what might technically be considered trespassing.

My dad is protective. Scratch that. He's like the person who would grab a chair, place it on the lawn, and watch me walk across the street just to deliver an apple. So, when a bet between the rude, good-looking guy across the way becomes a full-on battle, it turns into absolute chaos. He says my degree is useless and that I'm a rich, spoiled princess. I say he's an idiot who only knows how to fix motorcycles and is incapable of having a clean-shaven face. He gives me a tiara. Thanks. I buy him a razor. Perfect.

Meet my new neighbor, Gabriel Everhart. The playboy, billionaire CEO of StoneTech Industries, and the most eligible bachelor in the city. His chiseled abs and piercing blue eyes have every woman wanting to hack into his hard drive. Not me, he's the worst. Besides, I am too busy calling the cops on his wild parties.