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Attacked by the monstrous schula and other dark creatures, Sillik moves decisively to gather certain artifacts needed to fight against the demons being summoned. Meanwhile in Illicia, a coup that will further destabilize Illicia and force his supporters to flee for their lives is underway. Dark masters of the Council of Nine rise to oppose Illician interests. The final battle approaches as both sides rush to complete their preparations for a war that could reshape the world.

When the elderly duchess I cared for dies, her slimy son—my ex—tells me he wants me back. Um, no. I flee, and at the Intergalactic Employment Agency, I'm offered a job teaching an alien warlord sophistication so he can woo a mate at the upcoming Match-Mating Soiree. If anyone can domesticate a brute, it's me. In between teaching Forje how to converse politely and dance without crushing his partner's tail, he shares his battle scars and unusual poetry.

Tick. Tick. Tick. It’s the sound I hear when I look in the mirror, or when my mother reminds me of a certain internal clock too. It’s all I hear when I go on these blind dates my friend—Laken Decker—keeps setting me up on. I wasn’t looking for another date from anyone—except maybe, the firefighter. Let alone seeing one of them again when a small kitchen fire ignites my coffee shop, The Perfect Cup. Now I’m burning up with my attraction for the sexy firefighter who saved me and the desire to overcome my past, the abandonment I feel from the one man I should have trusted most.

Small town, big dreams, a nightmare I never expected. I grew up with stars in my eyes and dreams beating a soft staccato in my heart. Career, marriage, then family. I knew what I wanted. How I wanted it. I never expected him. Mason Miller. Charming, arrogant, sadistic. He ruined everything. He ruined me

It doesn’t bother me if you call me a motoho. Ever since my cheating bastard of an ex-fiancé left me with an STD that rendered me infertile, I’m not looking for a relationship, but I do occasionally have an itch to scratch. With Thunder Valley Raceway nearby, there’s no shortage of motocross riders passing through town, and they’re fit, fine, and looking for a good time, not a long time. So why shouldn’t I partake once in a while? Still, I’m a little surprised Tyler Biggs was game; he’s not known as a player, unlike some riders I could name.

I’m on the Omega 9 space station in the midst of a bungled prison transfer. Handcuffed to a scary, impossibly tall, satanic-looking convict. Holy hell. And I’m on the run with him because it turns out he’s breaking out of prison?

Throughout their eight-year marriage, U.S. Air Force Captain Liam “Dash” Christiansen and his wife, Sunita, stayed strong through long separations. However Sunny’s new job as a high-profile legal advisor puts a severe strain on their enduring bond. Her abrupt announcement that she wants a divorce is like a missile to Dash’s gut—but her confession that she’s met another man is what unleashes his shocking passion. Sunny is surprised and nearly repulsed by her body’s reaction to Dash’s animalistic attempt at complete possession. That doesn’t stop her from craving more.

At a party on a rival college campus, I drunkenly stumble into a bathroom just as a tall, muscular man steps out of the shower...naked. Instead of fleeing, I stay put and end up having the hottest bathroom hookup with someone whose name I don’t know. Because I’m still in the closet, I don’t talk about what happened that night, glad that it was with a guy who doesn’t live in the same town. But come Monday morning, the naked man from the bathroom strolls into the locker room and locks eyes with me.

"What I want you to do, Isabella, is find out what his real name is..." Those were the words spoken to me when I sat down to learn about my final grade in college. They not only shocked me, but changed the trajectory of my life. Shadows Sampson has always been bigger than life on the campus of our college. Most of the time it seems as if he's older than the rest of us. Like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. When I get close? I find out there's more to it than I ever bargained for.

Books saved my life after losing my parents as a teenager. Now as a librarian, sharing books with teens to get them through hard times is a privilege and joy. So imagine my surprise when I meet Prescott, a man who values the same things as me. He runs the teen outreach center and is giving his life to make the world a better a place. It’s like we’re a match made in heaven. After a whirlwind night where love is at the tip of both our tongues, I learn that maybe we aren’t the same after all…

They say librarians are old-fashioned. I’m anything but. As a 23-year-old woman I have my whole life ahead of me, and I’m in no rush to settle down. But my favorite patron of the Golden Creek Library has a different opinion… and at 72, Charles McArthur is hard to argue with. He wants to set me up with his grandson and I don’t have the heart to say no. When my date comes to my door, I am oh-so-glad I said yes.

There’s one thing in life I’ve always, always wanted. And I’m tired of waiting for my prince charming to sweep me off my feet to help make that happen. On my 26th birthday I make a life altering decision. But before the deed is done, Army officer Nash Nichols walks into the children’s section of the library where I work, changing my trajectory forever.

How can a human who is set to gain a significant inheritance have anything in common with a foul-mouthed, satanic-looking security specialist? Smoke regularly wafts out of this guy’s nostrils and his shiny barbed tail juts out in the air behind him as he prowls across the military hanger. But…I’m enchanted with Idun’s deep voice, his massive bare chest, and those epic thighs. This Hyrrokin is a handsome red devil and oh so touchable. And I want my tongue in his mouth, immediately. Unfortunately, Idun thinks I’m a spoiled party girl and wants nothing to do with me.

God of the Sea? Not anymore. Mount Olympus is closed for business. Fine by me. I’ve got a sweet mountaintop hideaway, a vintage bike that roars louder than Apollo on his best day, and I’m vice president of the Gods of Thunder MC. All the heartache and frustration I had to deal with as one of the Gods? Gone. Don’t miss it one bit. Most of the time. I got low. Okay? Whiskey’s great and all. But it doesn’t hold a candle to Dionysius’ wine. Which is also gone. That’s why I was standing at the edge of the cliff staring down at the surf.

Global Hawk reconnaissance aircraft from the American Territory of Guam detect suspicious Chinese naval activity near an abandoned island airbase. Intercepted radio traffic suggests the Chinese are hunting for an Army Air Corps plane that disappeared in 1945. The Air Force Office of Special Investigations sends Agent Jack Quintana to find out why. Quintana teams up with tipsy British diplomat Thurgood Throckmorton (that’s “Sir Thurgood” to you rabble) on Guam’s seedy “Tumon Strip”.

Wedding bells ring as Sirius Sinister prepares to walk Mary Grace down the aisle. Unfortunately, malevolent forces are plotting to ruin the big day. As everything comes to a head on the wedding day, Sirius struggles to prevent chaos and destruction from crashing the party. By putting the battle to create the Blood of the One and the Relics aside for even just one day, Sirius fears his greatest nightmare will become a reality. With all his enemies in league against him, will they succeed in annihilating him and everyone he loves? “Until death do us part” might not be that far away.

A winged satanic-looking male left his baby on my doorstep. Why he chose to leave his adorable infant on the porch of a total stranger, and the only human female on Salo for miles, I’ll never know. Babies are completely foreign to me. But I do my best to feed and care for her as if she were my own. Whispered footsteps and the faint brush of feathers from something muscular and possessive silently enters my home. And then one day I fully see him—the baby’s father. My breath catches in my throat as this devil—slash—angel wraps his white wings around me.

Firebrook Castle is haunted. I never believe silly ghost stories…until I suddenly inherit the crumbling Firebrook estate. And now I’m a human bravely staying the night in an old ruin to prove that tales of ghostly Hyrrokin soldiers are just that…tall tales. And then I scream like a little girl when I discover a black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, who isn’t entirely corporeal. Each night this scary, shirtless apparition with an exquisite six-pack of abs hovers at my bedside. Is this “ghost” stalking me? And…why do I like it?

I’m not exactly bubbly and friendly. This is probably why my lonely job as a private investigator is perfect for my skill set. Usually, I’m very good at what I do. I get the job done and move on. But my latest assignment has thrown me for a loop. The satanic-looking Hyrrokin biologist I’ve been tracking has gotten under my skin. Sir Bane Ashmoor has become much more than a job. Through my telescopic lens, I can literally see my future unborn children in his deadly eyes.

The Wildbird family has dedicated themselves to wildlife protection for generations. This passion turns mission when a politically potent hunter slays two family members. These brutal murders demand revenge. Distinctive retaliation, guided by family elders, generates a new religion. An illicit enterprise linking Yellowstone to Glacier National Park becomes their single-minded creed in honor of the slain. This distinctive reprisal bolsters the Wildbird’s quest to build their illicit wildlife corridor, unwittingly subsidized by Montana state taxpayers.