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Psychic - check. Badass chick with a sword - check. Able to heal from deadly wounds in an instant - that's me. But something is wrong. Something for which my years as an interrogator for the Salem Preternatural Task Force or the witches, werewolves, and vampires from whom I take orders prepared me. Someone is trying to strip me of my powers, take permanent residence in my body, kill me one demon at a time. But I won't let them, not without a fight. 

Money means everything when you grow up with nothing. Posting risqué videos online may not be everyone’s ideal career, but it’s given me everything I need. I’m free. The hotshot lawyer Porter may not get it, but I don’t care. He can think anything he wants to.... Until the jerk tries to steal my house. Sort of. I may not own the place yet, but I’m determined to make it mine. But Porter is more than just a smokin’ hot house-stealer, and as I get to know him, I like him more and more.

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Just because I recognize that Brianna is my fated mate doesn’t mean I have to accept it. If she rejects me, I’ll be free. Easy enough. But every second we’re apart feels like my soul is being shredded. Literally. When the bond goes away, I’ll never have another shot at a mate. I thought I didn’t want one. But Brianna is like no woman I’ve ever known. She’s strong, loving, and an amazing single mom. 

There’s no man I can trust.... I may not be locked up on a slave ship anymore, but I still bear the scars. I miss my life on Earth, but I don’t know how I can go back after what was done to me. The Rutharians took everything, and now all I’m able to see are threats. One of my rescuers, Nion, wants to protect me, but I can’t let him get close. I won’t let myself be taken again.

Prepare for a story bundle way hotter than it has any right to be! These inexperienced brats are shy, insecure, and prone to blushing hotly at the slightest inappropriate touch. So, when a man of house takes, ravages, and roughs them, it's anyone's guess how long they'll last!

Nothing can end before it begins. My beginning started with the death of my best friend. And the kid he left behind...I had no idea what to do. But I made a promise. Jenkins was my responsibility. But he wasn't the only one I had. Raising a kid while being the president of the Ruthless Kings MC? The club had as much influence over him as I did.

My hand shakes when I read the note. Everyone is here. I think. There are so many people. So many painted faces. How am I supposed to know who is missing? I knew this party was a bad idea. Now, one of my own is in trouble and as the Prez of the MC, I should know not to play a game. But we are on a timer and someone is using us as pawns. It’s up to us to save one of our own.

After discovering the rightful heir to the Phaetyn, an alliance with the healers should be easy as pancakes. But while the armies of Verald and Gemond march to the border for war, the emperor delivers a crushing blow that threatens to put everything at risk. As I fight my father’s staggering power, I’m compelled to face evil on his terms. A twisted darkness worse than anything I’ve experienced. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. How far would you go to defeat a merciless sovereign?

I’m the alpha of my dragon shifter clan, and I’m bound by duty. It doesn’t matter that Skye’s my fated mate. She’s human. They won’t accept her. I won’t accept anyone else. She was my best friend when we were young. I’ve loved her since I was a teenager. But I’ve done my best to keep my distance, for the good of the clan. Enough. I’m the alpha now, and I’m done waiting. I want Skye as my mate. My clan will have to live with it. 

Craig Jackson was on his way to start a new life overseas when his plane went down over the Pacific. Instead of dying, he wakes up in a tower filled with cultists in the middle of an arcane ritual: the summoning of their dread God, the Corruption Lord. When they see him, instead, they think he's the answer to their prayers. Now, Craig is trapped in a fantasy world, hunted by an order of gorgeous female warriors dedicated to slaying him before he can regain his powers. 

Everything I know is a lie. I'm an ordinary mortal girl. Lord Irrik is a depraved dragon shifter. King Irdelron is an immortal tyrant. In the disease ridden land of Verald, life is mapped out much like the established rings of our kingdom. Everyone has a role. Me? I'll be uselessly serving potato stew for the rest of my life because I can't make anything grow. But starvation brews rebellion. When the king strikes, I'm captured by Lord Irrik. Instantly, I'm embroiled in a deadly game. One where I'm desperate to understand the rules.

Evil aliens plucked me from Earth and did terrible things. My alien rescuers say they want to help, but my body can’t help but shy away. But the more Coplan helps me recover, the more my mind starts to open up. He promises me that the sooner I tell him about what happened, the sooner I can go home. 

I’ve been swept off my feet before, and I’ve got the bruises to show just how badly that ended. I’m not about to fall at the feet of the next man - or alien - to cross my path. Especially not when he steals me away from home and wants to use me as his broodmare. Kloran is intense and sometimes scary. A prince of his people with a duty so deeply ingrained it’s hard to see where it ends and he begins. But the glimpses of the man beneath the hardened warrior prince make me wonder if there’s something more between us.

They called him Sven, the Shatterfist. One of a group of heroes who fought the Demon Lord Mannon. He's finally returned home. But for Sven, after returning from abroad, life isn't what it used to be. Adventuring isn't what it used to be. Things have changed. Something is different. The obvious next step? Retire. Settle down. Start his own tavern. Drink with magic girls. Maybe not in that order.

Wilderness survivalist Matt just wanted to hunt, fish, and live a peaceful life on his mountain after the Event destroyed Earth's major cities. It's a peaceful life - but lonely. Then four desperate, beautiful women show up at his compound. They're pursued by monsters, and worse - a band of vicious men who want their "property" back. 

Believe me, I've dated enough of them to know they never turn into Prince Charming. Wayne makes my heart race. And even though I almost screwed everything up between us, I think we have a chance at the fantasy romance I've always dreamed of. That is, if my creepy stalker ex doesn't ruin everything first. 

For the last two years, I've told myself she’s off limits. That a man like me, can't be with a woman her age. Then my little maniac turned 18...and I gave in to my temptation. I shouldn't have, but now it's too late. She's mine now, and I'll never let her go. Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her. He's forgetting; it's my job to protect her. Mine. Now, I'm going to burn this city to the ground. I'll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.

I will never be controlled again. A manipulative dragon shifter. A sexy phaetyn prince. Me? I shouldn’t even exist. With peace established in Verald, I should be free; Lord Tyrrik is liberated from his blood oath, after all. But the freedom in Verald is an illusion. If I remain, destruction will surely follow. As soon as I come into my powers, the blood-thirsty emperor of Draecon will know. Even now, he is hunting me. When a Phaetyn prince arrives promising safety, the solution seems perfect. A little too perfect. But is the objective of our group security or something more?

They call him The Donkey because of the size of his dick. I call him it because he's a complete and total ass. I hate Landon Maddox with a passion, and I haven't even met him yet. Underwear model, star quarterback, arrogant, muscle-headed prick. I never wanted a stepbrother in the first place, and now I have one that thinks he's a God. Seriously. If his most famous asset isn't beaming down at me from billboard posters all over the city, he's spread across the front pages of every single newspaper, always for the wrong reasons.