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But if the chosen one can slay the three-headed dragon—if the untamable beast does kneel at its new master’s feet, and the light is tempted back from the darkness, then they shall awaken the protector of man. And the sun must swallow the shadows to bring a balance that reigns through the ages.

The Obsidian Order demands not just survival but submission. Every trial, every secret unearthed, binds me deeper to this clandestine world where power is currency and loyalty is conditional. Yet beneath the surface, a rebellion simmers within me. And Delilah, my obsession, my bride, is the reason. I vowed to protect her, to fight for her. But can I defy the very Order that shaped me? For my little raptor, I'd take on the world. Because she is everything.

Never let them get you to the second location. Even if that location happens to be a lakeside mansion home to four hot-as-sin men. After years of living in survival mode, I'm finally hitting rewind on the story of my life. There's nothing standing in the way of my bright future at Lake Chapel University. Or so I thought.

The only way for Willow to defeat an oppressive faerie queen is to make six villains remember they're obsessed with her, except... One hates her. One confuses her. One distrusts her. One is encased in stone. One rejects her. And one thinks she's a dangerous distraction. The task seems impossible. To make matters worse, Avorlorna's mortal populace is starving and fodder in a looming faerie war. If they find out she's the reason for their suffering, she'll be dead before the Solstice Trials begin. But that's months away.

Cordelia James was once at the top of her game—a renowned street photographer with a massive social media following, gallery showings in Chelsea, and a lucrative book deal. But after the sudden death of her father, Cordelia can barely force herself to leave her apartment—that is, until she sees an ad for a summer gig at a cozy cottage on Ireland’s picturesque Inishmore island.

But there is one who can save the fates of all. For the child borne of fire and blood, Shall be our ruin or our redemption. An ancient prophecy. A betrayal so deep it will echo through eternity. Ophelia Hart is no ordinary elementai. In fact, she is extraordinary in every single way there is. And now that she knows her true heritage and has bonded to the most powerful vampire who ever lived, and the three ruthless vampires he sired, she wonders if she might finally know some true happiness. It seems at last within her reach—so long as the truth of her identity remains a closely guarded secret.

The Obsidian Order only cares about three things: secrecy, loyalty, and power. Every man born to the founding families is bred for this purpose, to serve the society and its objectives. As a result, we are the elite. Untouchable. Unbreakable. If we make it through the Trials. I will, as long as my obsession doesn't get the best of me. This girl… If the Order doesn't kill me, she'll be the death of me. Because I won't give her up. She's mine.

When winter comes to the Court of Dreams, the war against the Subterranean of Nightmares freezes. To celebrate, the faerie queen holds a tournament where mortals compete for the prize of a dream come true. For outsider Willow Nightstalk, it's the only way to break the curse making her as ugly as she feels. But the deadly tournament has a darker purpose—to flush out flawed mortal blights on the perfectly pretty fae society… and to kill them.

Meet Ophelia Hart. Lover of classic literature and unicorns. An orphan with nobody in her corner—no family, no friends. But it’s her loneliness that fuels her life’s ambition to become a social worker and help the forgotten children just like her. For a foster kid with only slightly above-average grades, it feels like a pipe dream. Except it seems that someone is looking out for Ophelia after all. When an unexpected opportunity to attend Montridge University arises, she thinks her life is finally taking a turn for the better.

This must be a mistake. There's no way the Goddess chose me to be a demon's bride. I barely have any magick, and certainly not enough to repair the bargain between witches and demons that's kept both our realms stable for centuries. But Eren is… nothing like I expected. Something about him calls to me. Tempts me. And he looks at me like no one else ever has—like I'm strong and worthy. Like he wants to keep me, cherish me… and sink those wicked, wicked fangs of his into me.

This is a story about an unwanted mate and a werewolf who'd rather be something else. Samantha has patiently waited for her mate ever since her first shift. After finding him, she discovers that he has a pregnant human fiancée he's been with for the last four years. Now Samantha needs to make some difficult decisions about the rest of her life. She must also unlearn all that she's been taught about mates, life, and herself, in order to survive and move on.

I didn't think pulling off for a quick bite to eat in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere would change everything. I was wrong. Now, I'm running through the forest wearing nothing but a red cloak, being hunted by wolves. I'm desperate, terrified, and not ready to die. When they attack, I know this is it. Except…it isn't. Because the den of wolves that bite me somehow turns into men. Men who swear I'm just like them—a shifter. And as much as I don't want to believe them, I'm not sure they're wrong.

Being bonded to Caden Blackburn used to be all I dreamed of. Those dreams were crushed the moment this pack branded my entire bloodline traitors for challenging his father. Life in Silver Falls isn't easy. As the only packmate unable to shift, I'm considered broken. No one wants a useless mate. Especially not Caden. Imperfections don't fit within the rigid way he rules our pack as alpha. I never thought he'd look at me with anything other than fury until our bond awakens.

He is the most feared man in Dublin, and his reputation is hard-earned. As the second born to the Quinn family, while my older brother, Tag, navigates the politics of running of our territory, I run our army. The Dublin Devils is the Quinn motorcycle club, and we are a powerful force. Roaring through the Dublin streets, I command both fear and respect from everyone north of the River Liffey—and from much of the McGuire territory to the south of the river as well. Not that Quinns go south of the river.

No wrong moves. Those were the words the first boy I ever loved whispered in my ear on graduation weekend. Naively, I believed him. Now those three little words feel like a bad omen I can’t escape. Every move I’ve made since I returned to South Chapel hurts my ex-boyfriend, Greedy. But it’s for his benefit. That’s what I tell myself. Intentionally hurting him is for the best. It has to be. I said goodbye to the possibility of forever with him the moment my mom and his dad “introduced us” at their engagement dinner. Three years have passed, but that doesn’t matter to Greedy.

F--k me for choosing the wrong sister. Atlas Carter was a protector. He was a police officer, had spent years in the Air Force, spent his entire teen years as a volunteer firefighter. Being a protector was in his blood. It was his dream. So when a woman was in a dangerous situation, it was his every instinct to protect her. To shield her. To watch over her. Only, that woman had played him. She’d set him up.

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun. Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets. Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin. If only anything in my life was that simple.

My three neighbors are not just sexy billionaires—they're also single dads who know exactly what they want. And apparently, they all want me. The plan was simple: friendly neighbors and casual BBQs. But Chase, Bear, and Smith—three irresistible billionaire dads—had a different idea. A sultry BBQ under the stars quickly turns into an intoxicating mix of desire and danger. Chase pulls me into his orbit, Bear shields me with his strength, and Smith's games leave me gasping for air. Every laugh shared and glance exchanged fans the flames of a deeper connection, threatening to expose us.

The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to get the hell out of Little Hope. Its small-town traditionalism is stifling, and there’s no way for ‘trailer trash’ like me to get ahead. But a few years ago, my fate was sealed, locking me in this place forever. The only shiny thing in town is Justin Attleborough, who’s put me at the top of his ‘hate-list’ for reasons that are beyond me, along with half the town. The more forbidden the fruit is, the sweeter it seems.

When I met British billionaire Kabir Spencer at Splice London, he promised me an unforgettable night and nothing more. One night turned into a string of satisfying encounters, each one hotter than the last. As our dynamic evolved, Spence helped me explore a side of myself I didn’t know existed until the moment I uttered the words Yes, Sir.