Paranormal

Soon, I’ll have to marry the most powerful queen and rule two kingdoms. But all I want is Barbie, the new girl in my house and the only thing I can’t have. If I take her for my own, she’ll be murdered. I know I should stay away from her, but I no longer can, even if the kingdoms collapse and the world burns as a consequence. I might be the villain in the story, but without her, there’s no meaning to my brutal, miserable existence. So, I start to push her to the breaking point so she can survive the bride trials and rise above it all.

Every beat of my heart is the tick of a time bomb, reminding me to squeeze as many thrills out of life as I can. A horde of nightmarish monsters jumping me in the middle of the night? Nope, that's too much even for me. So when three demonic figures leap out of the shadows to my defense, my choices are trust my unexpected champions... or die. Not exactly a tough decision. The beastly men wrench me away from my home, claiming they'll keep me safe. They say there's something special about me—something the others want to devour and they mean to protect.

Hiding is the only option against the barbarian horde of Sasor that comes to destroy our village. Hiding...doesn't work. Their leader, a beast of a male capable of shifting into a monster with claws for hands and fangs for teeth, finds me and takes me captive. But he's...not what I expected–and not just because he's a complete scoundrel and a fool. He's made it clear he won't join with me, but blocks any chances I have of finding a mate, keeping me at his side.

Nothing exciting happens at Peterson Cremation Services–exactly how Gideon prefers it. All his life, he has seen things–scary and bizarre visions that weren’t really there. Working the night shift at the crematorium and days at Sheryl's Shell Shack lets him keep his head down and ignore the strange world around him. The last time Gideon reacted to one of his hallucinations, he ended up in a psychiatric hold. He can’t let anything like that happen again–it would break his mother’s heart.

After an attack by the Coalition, agent Dexter J. Daley swears to make Beck Hogan pay for what he's done. But Dex's plans for retribution are short-lived. With Ash still on leave, Sloane out of commission, and Destructive Delta in the Coalitions crosshairs, Lieutenant Sparks isn't taking any chances. Dex's team is pulled from the case, but Dex refuses to stand by while another team goes after Hogan. Sloane is all too familiar with the desire to retaliate, but some things are more important, like the man who's pledged to stand beside him.

Chen traveled to the US with his clan, hoping to rescue his kidnapped brother from the fae. They just need a witch to find the exact location of where the door between the human world and the fae world will open—the one thing Moon can't do. Chen grabbed the wrong type of witch. That's not stopping Moon from clinging to Chen as he guides them through new territory, introducing them to the witches, shifters, and vampires who can help them. The longer Moon remains at Chen's side, the more he hopes the witch might consider staying with him always.

Fake spirit medium Gretchen Acorn is happy to help when her best (read: wealthiest) client hires her to investigate the unexplained phenomena preventing the sale of her bridge partner’s struggling goat farm. Gretchen may be a fraud, but she'd like to think she’s a beneficent one. So if "cleansing" the property will help a nice old man finally retire and put some much-needed cash in her pockets at the same time, who's she to say no? Of course, it turns out said bridge partner isn't the kindly AARP member Gretchen imagined.

I thought I knew what I was signing up for at Prometheus labs. A living wage salary in return for terrible hours, appalling working conditions and the occasional medical trial to give me a nice end of month boost in funds. I never expected to end up pregnant and transported to a completely different world, where gargoyles taunt me, and my life is immeasurably worse.

My name is Amethyst DeMille, and I'm in love with a vampire. Sounds complicated, doesn't it? Yet the fact that he's a sexy, centuries-old blood-drinking vampire isn't what makes our relationship complicated. It's because we live in the same house together, work at the same exclusive club together, and he happens to be my best friend with absolutely no idea how I feel about him.

I won't allow him to move me around like a pawn despite the emotional blow he dealt me by using one of my mates against me. I won't give up on my mates. I won't give up on my blood oath. I won't give up on me. He'll never take away the grit and determination that burns within me as the last of the Van Helsings. He chose the wrong woman to oppose, and I'll make sure his next move on the board is his last.

With my mates by my side, I know we can get through anything…even if the world burns around us. It all started with King, and it will end with him too. Even if that means I have to hunt him to Hell to finish this. One way or another… One thing’s for sure—King’s reign will end… That I can promise you.

A monster is holding me prisoner in the land of Faerie. They call him the lord of the water Fae. I call him a viper. The tales say Elixir is venomous—and as beautiful as he is brutal. They say he's a cursed soul who wields dark, sinful magic. As punishment for stumbling into his dangerous world, the ruler of the river has confined me to an underground realm of serpentine creatures and secret canals.

My life is a mess, and so is my house, but I'm a good teacher, right? So why are some of my best students going off the rails? I meant to ring their uncles to let them know what was going on. But not like this. I drunkenly dump out all of my problems down the phone line, thinking it was my bestie on the other end.

The Moonlight Wraith is hungry to regain his stolen throne, and he claims I have the magic he needs to secure his vengeance. He must have lost his sanity along with his kingdom, because the only true ability I possess is wielding my smart mouth at times I shouldn't. So I do what any drunk human trying to survive in a supernatural world might do—I throw up on his shoes.

Still reeling from the unexpected loss of her parents, Edie McLean doesn't have time to grieve. She's the fourth-generation owner of the McLean Family Coffee Shop, her family's legacy. Unfortunately, this legacy is littered with decades worth of bad business, regrettable purchases, and massive debt. The McLean family motto was always that "good coffee is in our blood," but the shop has become an eyesore and its small, loyal customer base isn't enough to keep it afloat—and if Edie doesn't find a way to turn business around quickly, the family's legacy will end with her.