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Good girl Quinn didn’t expect her night to turn to mayhem once she stepped into a legendary Halloween party. After needing a quick rescue from a stranger, she finds herself locked in a captivating game of infatuation with three masked men. Her one demand? The game ends at dawn. As desire collides with danger, how much can Quinn take before the sun comes up? Will her condition of only one night be enough? Or will her masked men leave their mark?

College student Quinn is surprised with a holiday getaway to a secluded cabin in the snowy mountains. When she gets stuck in a blizzard with her three masked men, she finds herself in the middle of a new seductive game. This time? It ends with just one word. As secrets are revealed and past traumas are brought to the surface, will they make it through the weekend? Will her demons overtake her? Or will her masked men save her?

We like to believe monsters don’t exist, even in the moonlit streets of a place like Salem, Massachusetts. But they’re very real...and very human. There’s danger lurking around every corner. People are vanishing off the street into thin air, never to be seen again.

There’s no way out of the maze, there is no way out of the maze. No way out of the maze. No way out. None. A teacher. A student. A scarecrow. One dangerously lusty Halloween night in a small Ohio town that will never be forgotten.

Featuring a hero with the body of an avenger and the heart of an angel, and the curvy, independent woman who wins his heart, Fight for It is filled with tenderness, personal growth and a whole lot of sizzle.

There is no way back. There is no way. No way back. Not from what we’ve become; Bloodthirsty, vengeful, vile. Some women strive to make their men better, I VOW TO MAKE HIM WORSE. With each life we take, we fall deeper into our own sinister desires. We were never looking for a way out, but in this prison? There is no way back from what we’ve become.

Whoever called it the dating “game” obviously didn’t have the string of disaster dates I’ve just survived. Would it kill the universe to send me a man who doesn’t talk about his ex, or run for cover when the going gets serious? I’d thought Coby was that man — and look where that got me. Fuming over a break-up text. A text. My next best plan is to chill out with friends over a few cocktails on this wedding weekend. But apparently the universe has other plans. Plans that could break my heart and derail my career.