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Good looks and wads of cash usually get me whatever I desire, unless I desire a box of my favorite cereal at the grocery store right before it closes. As if tonight's loss wasn't bad enough, I'm now watching said box of cereal, my literal good luck charm, disappear in some woman's cart. The brazen woman denies my cash offer along with my proposal for a more intimate payment. How much loss can a man take in one day? At this point, who cares how rude I am to her? She's public enemy number one, and chances of seeing her again are slim to none.

I'm in love with the man who was hired to keep tabs on me. Turns out I'm the one keeping tabs now because he's my neighbor… and he's hot! I was still able to think straight until I found out Noel had a son. All my common sense went out the window when I watched him care for the kid. The last thing Noel wanted was another relationship, and the last thing I wanted was heartbreak. So, I made a deal with myself that I knew I wouldn't be able to keep. Three words were all I needed to remember: No strings attached. I was prepared for everything except… the two pink lines on a stick.

I have two goals this season: 1. Be named captain of the Seattle Serpents. 2. Stay single. I'm right on track . . . until she happens. Auden Sinclair.

Love and loyalty collide in the aftermath of war, where Sorin consumes my every thought. Haunted by nightmares, the intensity of our connection blazes brighter than ever. In the dead of night, he visits, whispering promises of a future that weakens my resolve. The fear of losing him becomes an inferno, overshadowing all else.

I am both a sinner and a saint, but I bleed vengeance. For years, I’ve lived in the grey… until her. Avery Washington didn’t belong in the shadows, but I dragged her into the darkness anyway. One kiss, and I would stop at nothing to possess her. One caress, and my need to destroy wavered. Our attraction was poison and pleasure. They say the devil recognizes his own, but I never saw Avery coming. She's determined to light the matchsticks, and I can't resist going down in flames...

I've worked for men all my life, been enslaved by them. My new boss is different. He buys me designer handbags to ensure I'm on time. But scowls at me when he hands them over. He's intoxicating. Dangerous. All the things I should stay away from. The thing is... when his hands touch mine, I'm not disgusted, and I should be. Because he owns a scandalous club, and I work there…

Meet Damien Skolov: ex-cage fighter, current family enforcer, hot-headed royal warlord. Sure, she broke his heart, but he’s over it now. This time, his return is all about the mission—and revenge.

‘Back to Highschool’ frat parties aren’t my scene. But when the games start, and I’m dared to join in, I can’t resist. You see, dares have always provided an excuse to be a crazy and exciting version of me. The kind of girl who steps into a closet wearing a little black dress and a blindfold, with no idea what to expect.

The night we met, she left behind a lot more than just her shoes on my bedroom floor. She left an impression. A lasting memory burned into my brain. It teases me… tortures me. Months have passed since that night. I’ve tried a million and one ways to get her out of my head. But she’s always there. Haunting me. Stealing my sinful thoughts. Fuelling my darkest desires. I warned her to stay away. But I didn’t mean it— not really. Before I can make her mine, I’ll have to find her. With nothing more than her red heels, it’s impossible.

The last thing I wanted to do with my evening was get all dressed up just to allow old rich dudes to undress me with their leering eyes while I pretended to laugh at their crass jokes. The only funny thing about this situation is that it shouldn’t be me. My sister is the experienced dancer. I’m the innocent one. But with her down and our desperation at an all-time high, I didn’t have much choice. I even argued to get myself here, thanks to my guilt. How bad could it really be? Bad… worse than I expected. Eyes everywhere, hands itching to follow.

I knocked up my sister's co-worker. And I didn't even know her name. I know. This sounds really bad, but listen, I can explain. To hockey fans, I'm known for my strength and skills on the ice. To women, I'm known for my talent and endurance in the bedroom.

I wanted to drown. I wanted the world to swallow me up whole and take me back to a time when everything was okay. A time when I hadn’t just buried the only father I've ever known. One where I’m not watching as my mother loses herself to her grief. One where the pain isn’t so insufferable. Everything in my world is a dull muted grey. I crave colour. Excitement. Recklessness. And that’s when he walks into my life. Tall, dark, handsome, and able to drag me from my own head for just a few hours of wild abandon.

For years, all I dreamed about is getting away. Starting over… a new life. Far, far away from where I grew up. But I always expected to be the one to save myself. I was naïve enough to think the decision about where I went, and more importantly, who with would be up to me. Turns out, I never had a say. In any of it. My future had been mapped out long ago. A future that begins at eighteen when I’m ripped away from the only home I’ve ever known and thrust into a world darker than the one I was running from.

As a pro hockey player, I've had desperate, flirty women throw themselves at me, one after another, for years. Today, it took only seconds for someone to walk into my home and have me completely forget about any other woman I've ever met. As a favor to an old teammate, I opened my penthouse to Charlee Mags, my new short-term roommate. When I said yes to this favor, I didn't know how breathtakingly beautiful Charlee would be, or that I would come to enjoy hanging out with her, even crave being around her. It's almost funny how much we have in common.

I've done my best to avoid him. But when his dark eyes lock onto mine, this time, I know there's nowhere I can go. Nowhere I can hide. Nowhere he won't find me. He is Smoke. Head of the D'Angelos. Gorgeous and haunting. Brutal and ruthless. He rules Chicago, and I owe him a debt. And now…he owns me.

I spent my life running from my past, hiding behind a guitar, a microphone, and a fake last name. But after my father's death, the truth came out, I'm a Wilde, and now I'm in the spotlight more than ever. My record label has big plans for Killian Wilde, the country music sensation, and unfortunately those include a co-written album with British bad-boy rocker Jameson Lorde. The one man I can't stand. Even if he is the sexiest man I've ever seen.

Ten years ago, there was a battle, a curse, and a princess. It sounds like a fairy tale. It isn’t. Still deep in her eversleep, powering the wards of the last fae sanctuary, Vlari has one adversary to fight: time. Time for the folk to gain the weapons they need to fight against the invaders. Each passing day, she’s less likely to awaken. Drusk has ceased to hope she ever will, until something changes at the very core of Tenebris.

I think I'm screwed. Seriously. Why, you ask? Because when one of the first warnings you get after joining the Chicago Red Tails hockey team is to never even think about touching Dex Foster's sister, you abide by your teammate's wishes. You do not find her adorably attractive. You do not befriend her. You certainly do not kiss her, And for the love of hockey, you Do. Not. Sleep. With. Her. See where I'm going with this?

Everything I thought I knew was a lie. Including the one I kept telling myself… that he was coming for me. The illusion that I was safe, shattered with every step as I ran. Much like Alex, this world is nothing more than wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing. Beautiful, breathtaking. Until you find yourself alone, running barefoot through the woods, second-guessing every shadow. What I need is a miracle, and thankfully one comes. Weak and broken, I find my way into my family’s waiting arms, against all odds.

My life was perfect. A dream degree course, amazing friends, a different guy every weekend. Until him. One night. No names. We thought we’d never see each other again. But the man that blew my mind turns out to be Dr. Wilder, a lecturer at my university with a reputation of being cold and unapproachable.