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Of most interest to Bennet was Mr. Darcy of Pemberley. When Fitzwilliam Darcy attends the Meryton assembly, he befriends a quiet, intelligent gentleman. In frequent visits to his friend’s home, he becomes acquainted with the Bennet family of Longbourn. Yet Mr. Darcy is distracted by a strange feeling of having met some of them before.

Briar Shroud has gone from foster child to full scholarship at the Academy of Ancients. Cool, right? Not quite. Her upperclassman mentor Zachary sucks. He's hot, but he sucks at being a mentor. And a friend. And a person. Her roommate's a paranormal, and the whole school is underground and a secret. Know what else is bad? Briar learns she's a witch. And a rare type of witch, to boot.

Mercy Temple lives in a world where paranormals are a thing. Humans know of their existence, but the two species don’t interact. Or so it is thought. She works for a bounty hunter, doing any job he needs done. From killing someone, to finding someone, to bringing them in. She has a love/hate relationship with the bounty hunter. He knows her secret, and that’s how he keeps her working for him. But still, he pays her well.

Mercy Temple lives in a world where paranormals are a thing. Humans know of their existence, but the two species don’t interact. Or so it is thought. She’s a bounty hunter. She’s good at what she does. There’s a growing darkness within Mercy. Dark voices fill her mind. Just when Rafael is starting to open up, she shuts down. She’s lying to those who care about while she single-mindedly pursues tracking down the mage that zursed her. Rafael’s plagued by nightmares and a past he can’t escape. He needs help of the magic kind.

I’ve had dreams about her. I’ve never seen her, but I can’t get her out of my head. She shouldn’t exist. This shouldn’t be a thing. But it is. She’s mine. My soul has marked her as such. I’m Kaze, the newly minted captain of a warship. I’m a warlord from another planet. A human cannot be my soulmate. So why is fate bringing us together? And why are my senses telling me she’s on a slaver ship?

A female spaceship captain? That’s me. I shouldn’t have taken my vessel that route. I’m the captain of my ship. I’m the decision maker. Bad decision. I knew it was bad when the warlord appeared on the comms screen and pretty much said he wanted me to warm his bed. Now I’m avoiding pirates, warlords, and a clan war between alien warlords. Oh, and I’m trying to pay a debt off and save my crew’s life.

Briar’s gone from being an aimless foster child to being a witch at Academy of Ancients. She’s not just any ol’ witch, she’s one with two elements. And not only that, she’s one of a kind, evidently. So rare that she’s sought after by a paranormal military cadre. Zach can’t reach his brothers. His efforts to keep Briar safe keep him knee-deep in trouble. And as if that’s bad enough, he’s hell-bent on trespassing on property that Academy has deemed off limits. He wants to explore an abandoned and condemned building nicknamed the cathedral.

Grace Walker doesn't do relationships. She spent her childhood in and out of foster homes, she and her siblings looking after each other when their drug-addicted mother couldn't. With such a dysfunctional family, Grace just doesn't think she's relationship material. She'd rather play the field and otherwise keep to herself. But then she runs into someone from her childhood: Eva Carrington, an orphaned heiress who did a brief stint in a children's home alongside Grace. The two felt a strong connection as children, and now that they're adults, it's even stronger.

Learning you’re Lucifer’s offspring is bad enough but now Ashmielle, the devil’s own daughter, has a power she can’t control. She needs training. Who else can help her but Samazrael, a demon who spent the last few decades in the ninth level of hell. And though Lucifer has released him from his incarceration, Samazrael has not released himself. The sparks between Samazrael and Ashmielle are undeniable and they have nothing to do with Hellfire.

Mercy Temple lives in a world where paranormals are a thing. Humans know of their existence, but the two species don’t interact. Or so it is thought. She’s a bounty hunter. She’s good at what she does. There’s been a killing in Sector 18. Not just any old sector. The werewolf sector. Not just any old killing. An alpha. And as for the timing? A few short days before the full moon, when all the werewolves will be shifting and wreaking havoc.

Mysterious necromancers. Wicked summoners. Fierce witches. Occasional familiars. Military experiments. Secret councils. Forbidden alliances. The Academy of Ancients will suck you in. Briar’s free. Or is she? With the necromancers and the undead still loose, the masters that control these heinous creatures might as well be.

Will you be fast enough? A 15-year-old girl with a gift for violence and nothing left to lose, Constanter is running. To escape the farm she grew up on in a remote part of the Western Lorian empire. To forget the family and the life she can never return to. She runs east, toward the distant war she knows only from the tales of travelers - a 20-year long conflict, opposing the Western and Eastern halves of the empire.

Ashmielle knows there’s something different about her. She simply can’t put her finger on it. Living on her own since she was thirteen, she’s a cynic and hardened to the world’s problems. She tends bar at the place of a crusty old dude named Hank, who is actually a softie on the inside. She minds her own business, puts on a fake smile, and slings beer.

Jamie’s never gotten over the one that got away. And boy did he ever get away. The bastard ran off without so much as a goodbye after a few sweet, sexy, sweaty days and nights. Just like that. Not a word. Walkr knew that Jamie was the one for him, and yet when duty called, he did what a good soldier had to do. Now, he’s haunted by the Mate Dreams. So that’s not a big deal is it? It sure is when his father wants him to marry within his own race and produce heirs for their bloodline.

New jobs can be murder - that’s what it seems like to Emma Harmon of Cape Hope. She’s got a new job blogging about food, and she’s thrilled to be traveling to a new resort to sample the fare and meet local celebrities. One of who is first-kiss-Robbie - as in the first boy to kiss her is a famous chef now! She also finds out her photographer is a hot guy with a major chip on his shoulder, so she’s not so thrilled when she discovers a body in the sand dunes. One with a knife sticking out of him. A chef knife. Robbie’s chef knife.

We were never meant to survive. Claudette drained me, dragged us into the shadow realm, and left us to die. But Winnie’s magic exploded, tore everything apart, and saved us all. Now we’re stuck in a collapsing nightmare full of lost souls and shadow demons. I’m exhausted, haunted, and the magic in this place whispers things I don’t want to hear. It wants me to feed, to give in, to lose myself. But I can’t. I won’t. Not while Winnie’s still breathing. I’ll destroy this realm if that’s what it takes to bring her home.

WinnieI thought I knew what I wanted—what was right, what was safe, what wouldn’t break me. Then Bryce’s shadows started whispering secrets. Then Xander’s fire burned too hot to ignore. And suddenly, I was caught between two forces, both pulling me in. They’re my best friends, my protectors. But we all know something between us is shifting, changing. The problem is, if I let go, I might fall. XanderI was always the steady one. The one who knew where I stood. Winnie was mine. Bryce was my brother. But now, I see the way Winnie looks at him.

Nyala’s having a heck of a time recovering from last semester’s events. She’s missing her best friend Briar, and things became way too complicated when her boyfriend decided to cheat on her. Yeah, she caught him in the act.

It should have been the perfect idea, right? A bake-off to take the pressure off Sylvia Harmon whose ex is getting remarried, thereby eliminating the pressure Emma and Darcy are under. Brilliant, or so Darcy thought. Until it became time to talk Ethan Crosby into it.

Darcy’s got an invitation to join Ethan at an auction. No, this isn’t the date he supposedly asked her out for a while ago. This is a favor for his cousin who’s some well-known New York Times best seller. Why not, since said author agreed to do a book signing at Darcy’s bookstore, and that’s bound to bring in more business. Not to mention that’s going to satisfy Becca’s crush on said author.