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What are the chances that the man I shared a toe-curling, name-screaming, raging-hot one-night stand with is part of the crime family that’s after me because I saw something I shouldn’t have? One hundred percent. The chances are 100 freaking percent. At least I wasn’t stupid enough to give him my real name.

The problem with court politicians is their ability to stab someone in the back, repeatedly. Skharr DeathEater, the Barbarian of Theros, friend of dwarves and emperors, is a liability. The mysterious Dealer in Whispers and Death has let it be known in the right ears he can kill Skharr DeathEater. For a hell of a price. The Dealer has never failed to kill their target in over the two hundred years of their existence, and they love a good challenge.

One night. One time. No last names. Max, teaching me everything he knows here. And everything he knows there too. Because the man who rocked my world isn't just an anonymous hookup: he's my new professor.

If I wrote an autobiography about my life right now, I’d call it Blackmailed by the Billionaire. Ruthless, callous, and self-serving are the nicest words to describe the powerful CEO who wants what’s mine. He’ll use any method at his disposal to emerge victorious—including coercion. Too bad. He’ll soon learn I’m not like the others he’s manipulated to bend to his will. Those bully tactics won’t work on me. He has nothing of worth to offer. Until tragedy strikes and, like a vulture, he swoops in and rips apart my life.

What’s your worst day ever? Mine is getting fired and discovering my boyfriend cheating on me on the same day. At least, I thought that was as bad as it could get. It turns out I was wrong. Only someone with my kind of luck could arrive at an interview for a job I desperately need and then discover my potential new boss is the guy I drunk-kissed the other night. An unsolicited—and unwanted—kiss if the way he recoiled is any indication. I don’t expect him to offer me the job as a nanny to his seven-year-old daughter. I mean, who wants a drunken harlot taking care of something so precious?

When the Imminy fleets arrived at Primitea, there was only one name to rally under: the Bloodmancer. With Arthur and Fars at his side, Richard Stavos had become so much more than a Technomancer. His powers had grown beyond what the Guild could have ever taught him. The war had reached every corner of the Galaxy. The Stavos family had to swing its iron fist against enemies in the far reaches of the void as much as against those on Primitea. While Freya took on the mantle of ruler at home, Richard Stavos took the war to the Federation.

Chloe Morel, junior reporter by day, has a secret by night: she's the most discerning—and notorious—food critic in New Orleans. Now one of the biggest food magazines in the business wants her, and she's on the verge of making her food writing dreams come true. Everything would be perfect—if only her least favorite chef and seven-year nemesis wasn't moving into the apartment across the hall.

With Thane’s memory restored, the demon pack heir is coming for me again. Despite the inexorable pull I feel toward my mate, my beautiful enemy, I won’t make the same mistake twice. He’s not the only one with power, and it’s time to take fate into my own hands.