Paranormal

When an ex-catholic woman develops a sexual relationship with a vampire, she is forced to confront the memories that haunt her religious past. Struggling to deal with the familial trauma of her Catholic upbringing, hotel cleaner, Noelle, travels to the Isle of Bute. There, she meets a man who claims to be a vampire, and a relationship blooms between them based solely on confession.

This Cryptid Authority agent—and witch—is tired of being assigned useless partners. I prefer to work alone, but my new boss says I have to play nice with Special Agent Koda Whiteclaw. I'm ready to hate the guy, only it turns out he's not that bad—and he's super cute to boot.

Cruelty is his middle name, and I'm at his mercy. My father has kept me locked away in an ivory tower. I thought he wanted to protect me, but he only wanted to protect his asset. An untouched, sheltered mob princess is worth a lot of money to the right buyer. My father's greed means Sicily is no longer big enough for him. I'm shipped across the Atlantic to Boston to marry a man I've never met, whose reputation for cruelty reaches as far as the shores of Sicily.

The pendant, gem, dagger, and robe of a dead woman have decided my fate. Now over three hundred magus look to me to save them from the impossibly powerful demon king. It's safe to say my life took a little turn. But defeating a mere demon army would make life too simple. The demon kings magic also permeates the knolls, driving the wedge of discord deep in the coven. So much has changed. So many are uncertain. Suspicion and uncertainty will find their target.

Former foster kid Beckett (Beck) Smith is 31 and has never had any reason to think that he's anything other than human. But meeting Oliver (Ollie) Grayson in a club stirs something primal inside him, creating a desire that can't be ignored. Learning that Ollie is an omega wolf shifter isn't a deterrent, not when he can't keep his hands off the young, vibrant, sexy man. And it's all going great until his body changes at the most unexpected and awkward moment. (It's really not funny, fate!)

Ciara’s beginning to think that her wedding to her fated mate, Preston, may never happen after The Raze released a sinister new drug on the Vegas strip. It has the potential to wipe out shifters on a mass scale, and Preston's protective instincts have gone into overdrive. As the new alpha, Preston feels duty-bound to protect Ciara and his pack, and is determined to destroy The Raze’s operations once and for all—even if it means uniting with dangerous adversaries.

The Dragon Royals are not a welcoming bunch. These princely scions of the four ruling families have been training to fight the plague-crazed Scourge since they were toddlers. Every girl in the city dreams of winning the heart of one of the dragon nobles, but they only care about each other. Jaik, the cold-hearted hero who never smiles and never falters. Arren, who kills without mercy and guards his friends fiercely. Lynx and Branick, the twin spymasters with deadly swords. Talisyn, with the beautiful cruel mouth and endless bravery.

We are all and nothing now, our fate weighed on the scales of the stars and counterbalanced by the forces that oppose us. The shadow of the false king spreads as thick as oil across the kingdom we were born to rule, and none remain untouched by its darkness. Our crowns lay within reach if only we can claim them. All souls are at risk now and when the final battle dawns, a new regime will rise.

Raphael and Elena are experiencing their first ever year of true peace. No war. No horrors of archangelic power. No nightmares given flesh. Until . . . the earth beneath the Refuge begins to tremble, endangering not only angelkind's precious and fragile young, but the very place that has held their most innocent safe for eons.

Stumbling in the dark down a twisting mountain road, Silas is on the run when a stranger comes crashing into his life. This alpha is dangerous, but Silas is out of options. Forced to accept help, Silas finds himself holed up in a lonely mountain cabin. Cornered and desperate, Silas must quickly decide: Can I trust this alpha? Can I let him know my secret?

Cevin Harpster is in his last residency year to obtain his M.D. He's looking forward to his new life after graduation, where he will open his own practice and marry his high school sweetheart. When Cevin suddenly starts dreaming of a beautiful woman he can't help but wonder if he may be going insane as she seduces him night after night, taking him to heights of ecstasy he never knew he longed for. As the dreams become more frequent, his sex drive rockets and his fiance', Sam, finds Cevin's new desire enticing, even if a bit rough, when his sexual experiences from his dreams are used on her.

Crown Princess of Korai does not know yet that hers is the reincarnated soul of Branwyn, Goddess of Healing. Or that the goddess invoked a spell that requires Brynnika’s Death and Rebirth. Or that she was once a child bride to Arowyn, God of Chaos. She only knows that she is betrothed to the horrible Crown Prince Damian of Forcia, a warlord determined to reclaim what’s his. Meanwhile, Arowyn knows things about Brynnika that she does not, and he is determined to stake his claim on Branwyn and Brynnika, the woman who houses her soul.

Secret memories locked in my head, an assassin on my tail, and strange powers I shouldn't possess are the least of my problems. Because now I'm bonded to a man I barely know. My body may be pulled towards him, but my heart can't forgive his betrayal. And he isn't the only one. I'm sick of being treated this way and I'm sick of not knowing who I really am. No more secrets. No more lies. I'm determined to learn the truth. No matter what the cost.

My goddess is reborn. The mouthy peacock shifter I find is not the woman I knew. She's somehow more. More human. More lovely. More sinful. And I want her more than I ever have before.

She thinks she can steal from me, the little human. Adorable. I can't decide what will be more fun—the hunt or what I will do to her when I catch her. And I will catch her. There is nowhere she can run. Abel was of perfectly sound body and mind when she looted the Other's corpse. He looked dead. Wait. Did he just smirk up at her? No. Definitely not...