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Phoebe Whitehouse is not just my student—she's my obsession. I eat, sleep, and breathe her. One day, she slips up, and I have my in. At long last, I can own her. She's mine to punish and to pleasure. I don't care if I lose my job as a tenured professor over her. I don't care if I destroy my life or hers. I'm obsessed, and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm never letting her go.

I hate myself more than she could ever hate me. The day I betrayed the love of my life was the day I lived up to every messed-up thing my mother predicted. But I'm tired of being broken. I'm tired of life not being worth living. I never thought I'd get a chance to make amends, but here I am, ready to earn my woman's love back. My road to recovery is ugly, and my road to redemption will be hard, but there is no Storm without his Keira. It's time I prove that to her.

A chance meeting brings Jen MacNeill into my life - the woman born to reign at my side. A new don reigns over Manhattan. But though I won the war, peace isn’t easily brokered. Over a decade of avenging my father’s death, I made many enemies. To each and every one, Jen’s a target. But I’ll paint New York City red before I let them harm her. I just never imagined I’d be in the line of fire first.

To the rest of the world, I'm broken. Unfixable. But when he looks at me, I know what he sees. A woman, not a doll. A fighter, not a victim. A survivor. Maybe, he sees underneath that. Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be—a predator. They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence. Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me. Vengeance. This woman hasn't just been scorned... the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.

I'm nothing like my father. My brothers don't realize I'm a thousand times worse. Grief fuels my every action. Vengeance burns through my veins, dictating every decision I make. I'll shatter allegiances to please him. I'm nothing like my father. You don't realize that I'm a thousand times worse. I have Savannah at my side—a ruthless partner capable of raining hellfire upon her enemies—until she realizes I lied to her.... My house of cards is tumbling down, and I've underestimated my queen.

Conor's my lifeline. He doesn't know it. I need him to find me. I need him to chase me. I need him to love me. If I haven't already destroyed what we might have had, he's crazy enough to take me on. My Fecker. Mine.

They're hers to keep, and she's theirs to cherish, but sometimes, that just isn't enough. Thanks to one small accident that changed everything, Sascha's life is on the brink of implosion. She has her men at her back, but when one of her lovers decides to go rogue, it could ultimately destroy their relationship.She's always has their hearts, but what about their heads? That they cherish her was never in doubt, but can Sascha's men can give her what she needs? With their world in flux, she'll need a lot more than cherishing.

If this arranged marriage falls through, we're going to lose our ranches. Doesn't matter that our families hate one another and have for generations—they came to terms behind our backs. To save our legacies, I'll go through with it but the first time I face Colton Korhonen, I state, "I want a divorce." She's the wife I didn't want until I married her. Coming face to face with our small-town's hatred of her and how her grandmother treats her, triggers every protective bone in my body. Screw business—if marrying her is the only way to keep her safe, I'll do it.

Secrets—you know my family is founded on them. Lies—my marriage hinges on one. I kept the past buried like a coward. Now, I feel the constraints of my choices like they’re a chokehold. I know that it’s time to tell my wife the truth. It’s time to deal with the consequences of my actions. Aoife deserves to be my judge, jury, and executioner. If she burns down the house with me in it, well, that’s on me and my filthy secrets….

I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding the various factions of the mafia in NYC, yet somehow I’m in it up to my eyeballs. I should be scared. I should want to run. Yet, the city quivers in fear with every designer-clad footstep I take, because the Valentinis have ascended, and I’m the Don’s lady. It’s intoxicating. However, Luciu comes with vendettas and a craving for vengeance that could get him killed. With my allegiance tied to the Irish, can I say yes, when he wants me to take an oath to the Sicilians? Is a happily-ever-after in the cards?

Thalia Lyndhoven was born a Pack Princess, but that doesn't mean she has to act like one. Good thing; peeing on her fathers' front lawn is way too much fun, as is making nasty Betas shiver and shake when she approaches. Trouble is, for nearly a decade, Thalia has been alone. Exiled to her wing in the palace because her parents don't know what's wrong with her. Well, she's tried telling them but they don't listen - when do parents ever listen? Still, what's a girl to do? Is it any wonder she has anger issues when she has visions of her three mates with other women?

Three mates, three alphas, all mine, to have and to hold. Their protection gives me a future, and their love gives me wings. But the best intentions can still lead us to hell. For the first time in my life, I have a future worth fighting for. Only, that doesn't take away my living demons. When they come for me, which they will, I'm no longer alone.

My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future. She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates. To me, she's the saint. But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners. We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.

Rachel always thought I was wasting my life on the Sinners, but being Prez is all I've ever wanted to be. When she tore us apart on her journey to become someone, I let her go. I made sacrifices for her because I knew why she had to prove herself. I just didn't realize that would involve freezing me out for years. Now, she's the best criminal attorney in the Tri-state area, and I'm still Prez—only my world is falling apart.

It took a death for me to realize a hard truth: I'm not just the Sinners' lawyer. They're not just clients. They're family. But my family is broken, torn apart by politics and dangerous factions who want to control us. It's no longer enough to stick to the sidelines. It's not enough to be the face of the law amid the MC. It's time to ascend. Rex needs his First Lady. It's time to rain hell.

With the whole world knowing about her unusual household of seven – can't forget Tin – and everyone wanting a piece of her and her men, Veronia is an unanticipated haven. Within the confines of that kingdom, Sascha can come to terms with the new status quo, something she actually appreciates. Now, she can slap the cow who dares ogle Sawyer while he's jogging. And that actress who had her paws on Kurt? Yup, no more. Sascha's staked her claim.

Caelum: an Academy built to protect people like Eve. Who they can't protect her from? Its own student body. The threat of death isn't new to Eve, but when she's given the chance to escape her past, she prays her future will be brighter. How wrong she is. Raised in a cult, Eve has no understanding of the modern world. Targeted as a freak, a Pack of boys take her under their wing but one among them recognizes Eve for what she is. Trouble. And a threat.

When my father tries to force me to marry one of his cronies, I run away to my half-brother's home. He's the black sheep of the family, a biker, not an Irish mobster. At the Satan's Sinners' MC compound, I find more than I bargained for. Not my brother, ironically, but a man who gives a whole other meaning to "white knight." He's dark and mysterious, a seeker of answers and a finder of truths. Even better? He offers me an out, a shotgun wedding in Vegas.

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who’d found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only—Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple…sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found.

The Gods are back in town. Well, to be precise, they never left. Just because people stopped believing in them, didn't make them disappear, and Hades, Apollo, Ares, Poseidon, and Zeus are all as about town as they ever were. They just have different names. Ziel Dearil is the God of the dead and the King of the Underworld. With his guardians at his side, demi-god Orpheus, and hero Icarus, he's been ruling his rather boring realm with an iron fist since time began. Then, everything changes when Cressida Jonas walks into their world.