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When I was 16, a gypsy fortune-teller told me my future held darkness and death. She was right. But what she didn’t tell me was I’d lose all my memories and that I wouldn’t recognize the devil when he came to steal my life. Lucca Dyshekov - the Bratva assassin they call Merciless - rose from hell and turned my world upside down. On our wedding day, he taught me real monsters aren’t the ones who hide in the dark. They’re the ones who stare you in the face and steal your soul.

The board has been set. The players have been chosen. Vivaxia tried to make Camillia a pawn in our eternal game—when she’s wrong about her. She’s not meant to be a pawn. She’s our queen. The Hell Fae Realm is in dire need of one, especially when rogue Virtuous Fae magic strikes. Who is an enemy? Who is being controlled? The last thing I want to do is punish the innocent, but that’s all part of Vivaxia’s game. She wants to hurt me, and deeply. That means dismantling everything I’ve built, finding ways to make all of the kingdoms turn on me. Had she planned for every outcome, she might have won.

I never asked for an assistant, and if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have chosen her. With her sharp tongue and lack of discipline, what she needs is a firm hand, not a job. The more she tests my limits, the more tempted I am to bend her over my knee. As a Russian Mafia boss, I can't afford distractions... or secrets. I suspect my innocent new assistant is hiding something, and I know just how to get to the truth.

Three means war. Three sides vying for forever. Cole. My first love. The bad boy with the dangerous smile and passionate temper draws attention like a lit fuse on dynamite. But his dark molten eyes spark only for me. Trace. My second chance. Over six feet of Norse god in a tailored suit, he calculates every move and seizes my hungry breaths with an iron fist. Me. The free-spirited dancer, torn between two men with no resolution in sight. I tried leaving, staying, refusing, and surrendering. What options do I have left?

I never stopped loving Cole. Not when he left me. Not when he disappeared for three years. Not when he crashed back into my life in a violent explosion of testosterone and fury. His sudden reappearance questions everything I thought I knew, including how I came to love another man.

Everything changed overnight. Truth became my enemy, and the sting of betrayal dragged me into a web of lies. I’m damned if I fight to live and damned if I die. The dark secrets I remember might tear my marriage apart. Love is a myth we shouldn’t have explored. My husband was always my enemy. Love just made me forget and blinded me. The cruel hand of death is the only answer when doom takes over. I don’t know if I’ll survive. Or if death will bury me along with the sins of my father.

Had she crashed into any other man's car, she could have walked away—but she hit mine. Upon seeing the bruises on her wrist, I struggled to contain my rage. Despite her objections, I refused to allow her to leave. Whoever hurt this innocent beauty would pay dearly. As a Russian Mafia crime boss who owns Chicago's most elite gambling club, I have very creative and painful methods of exacting revenge.

Ribbons are fascinating. They curl and twine, yet unravel so beautifully. Especially when wrapped around a woman’s sensual form. Alas, I’ve woven so many intricate knots around Camillia De la Croix that I worry she’ll never allow me the privilege of untying her. My pretty little captive is stubborn. Powerful. So delectably perfect. I’ve wanted her for many moons now. To taste her. Captivate her. Dress her in ribbons and devour her. But just as I’m about to make my move, to finally show her who I really am, she’s taken from my grasp to a place I thought long destroyed.

I’m a broken Omega. A hybrid wolf shifter An abomination to dragonkind. If these Alpha dragons find out, they’re going to send me back to the nomad lands… to die. They already suspect that I’m something “other.” Hence the evaluations and trials laid out before me. So when my Alpha guard offers me a set of magical gold coins, I try to use them to buy favor with the Royal Court. Except they want more. To survive, I strike a deal with my handsome guard—I’ll give him whatever he wants in exchange for more of his golden enchantments. There’s just one problem.

Blood. Death. War. A dynasty destroyed, leaving me as the ultimate prize. I'm an unmated Omega Wolf, a princess destined to rule. But the remaining Alpha Princes all want to claim me, their brutal methods terrifying and cruel. I’ve spent the last century running and hiding in places where no one would think to look. Only he found me: Prince Kieran, the most powerful shifter of them all. Our game of hide and seek has come to an end. It’s time for me to submit...or to die fighting.

One look and I knew Cole was mine. My dark rebel in leather. My powerhouse of passion, devastating smiles, and impulsiveness. When his job sends him overseas, he promises to return to me. A promise that's destroyed in the most irrevocable way. Two years later an arrogant suit invades my heartbroken loneliness. Clean-cut and stern, Trace is everything Cole wasn't. At first he's a job that will rescue my dance company. But as he intrudes on my life, our hostile relationship evolves.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

One drink. Three maniacal mates. Drink me. This is no ordinary task. It’s a compatibility test. A way for the Silver King to find a suitable mate. All because he needs an heir. Every eligible maiden in the kingdom has to drink. Including little old me—Ailsa Marvel—a simple mortal living in a land of magic and wonder. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would become the Chosen Omega. But the moment I swallow, I find myself falling down, down, down and landing in the middle of mayhem. Monsterland is in disarray. Everyone is hunting the Silver King’s salvation. His intended.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

In return for siding with the enemy, Brydie is given the secret to unlocking the full power of her birthright. But no power comes without consequence, and she must learn to become the master, rather than the victim. Time is inevitably swallowed as Brydie grapples for the place she is owed. Her training is dogged by tales of horror, for not only has the leader of their Druidic clan fallen to the darkness, but he also holds an object of power that could plunge the world into a bone-chilling nightmare.

Intrigue and danger enter Brydie MacKay's life when Gage walks into her carefully controlled world. He brings news that her grandmother has died, and as her last living relative, Brydie has inherited her estate and must travel to Scotland to accept her legacy and all it entails. Brydie doesn't want the inheritance, not after the way she was treated, and when a series of actions unfold that illustrate her "legacy" is not just a physical entity but a turbulent birthright proclaiming she is the descendant of the Celtic winter goddess, Cailleach Bheur, she tries to run.

My husband sold me. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. What lies he tells. Only fools believe him. Unfortunately, one of those fools was me.

She was to be my wife. I was to be her husband. Fate had other plans. She was falling for someone else while I was waiting for her. When you come from one of the most ruthless families in the country, you're used to getting what you want. Part of me wanted her, the other...well, let's just say, sometimes love can be reckless.