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My life is too complicated for more than that. Besides, what would I do with a possessive, demanding, sexy-as-hell motorcycle man? Especially one who's younger than me. As an executive with a demanding career and single mom to a three-year-old little girl, my life is planned down to the minute, but everyone knows what they say about the best-laid plans… When Jake Hayes walks into Rossi Motors looking for a partnership between our two companies, I'm lost for words.

You’ll judge me. Hate me, and tell me I’m wrong. Refuse to see how my darkness is what she needs. While I don’t particularly care about your feelings in the matter, and while I pursue her - despite the wedding bells that rang for another - only I can see how she is drowning beneath mediocrity. He had his chance to make her happy. He failed. He didn't see how she was dying inside, because he couldn't know her. Not like I know her. I am her stalker. Her protector. And the only man that can bring her back to life.

Serenity Rose Johnson has only one hope, and that's to find a pack that will treat her kindly and maybe allow her to follow her dreams of being a fashion designer. She hasn't had it easy, but somehow, she's never given up that hope, not even after her dads sold her to omega traffickers to settle their debts. Her foolish hope helps her to escape her abusers, but she finds herself alone on the side of a deserted road in the middle of winter, in the dead of night. Headlights are the last thing she sees before unconsciousness and certain death.

I know a bad idea when I see one, and the unfairly handsome stranger I meet on the airport shuttle is a really bad idea. Especially when the silver fox turns out not to be a stranger at all, and steering clear isn't an option. This isn't a vacation. I'm in Bora Bora for my sister's wedding, to connect with my aggressively successful family members and focus on what matters most: getting into medical school. Judah Hale, with his broad shoulders and growly voice, is a distraction I can't afford.

Here's the thing about dating dragons: don't. Especially if you're me. My first dragon boyfriend, Zed? Gorgeous, charming... and responsible for the worst night of my teenage life. The ones who came after? All ghosted me when they found their fated mates. I learned my lesson: No more dragons. It never ends well. Fast-forward fifteen years, and guess who strolls back into my life? Zed—older, hotter, and still single. He only wants one date, but he's overdue to find his mate. I should walk away before he disappears a second time.

I finally made it to the pros, like my father before me, and I have to prove I belong here. But lately, I’ve been distracted. There’s this woman. I met her after a game in Vegas, and we got a little drunk—and married. My new wife is stunning, a cellist whose music breaks down my defenses. Amazingly, she’s moved to Pittsburgh to be with me and she even fits in with my rowdy family. Everything should be perfect.

It’s a matter of time before the enemy attacks. One brother has vowed his protection. The other reaffirmed his hatred of me. Yet they both want me. But things are changing between us. And something is unraveling inside me. An event too terrible clawing its way into my consciousness. And those memories may be the thing to undo us all.

My father is a genius. A scientist determined to unlock human potential. Only his experiments? He conducted them on me. I managed to escape his cruel, painful control, and for years I hid. Until one day, news comes of his death. Along with the fact his experiments are still being carried out. This time I cannot run, I cannot hide. I must stop them once and for all. He thought he was invincible…. but me? I'm unstoppable.

Loyalty. Duty. Deceit. I never imagined my first trip to Italy would be to bury my father. But there I stood, alone in the ancient cathedral with my father’s casket, a handful of soldiers standing guard. It never occurred to me that anyone would disrupt the sanctity of the moment. But the Caballero brothers have little regard for the church and even less for my family. They marched in, weapons in hand, and turned my world upside down.

Wolf is a legend, a rebel in the street art world. Museums have paid millions just for him to recreate the hard-hitting political images he’s portrayed on buildings all over the world.

Losing my husband broke me, but crash-landing onto Nightmare Island might just kill me. This isn't just any island. It's where the feral are sent to die. The ones with nothing left to lose. And now, I'm trapped with the most vicious pack shifters alive. I've survived before—endured a forced marriage. But this? This is different. The wild shifters watch me from the shadows. Their glowing eyes track my every move. Their growls vibrate in the air. I'm their target. A prize to be claimed.

The hunt is what we all crave. Some of us are prey while others are predators. My name is Bree Walker. He calls me little mouse. His name is Mikhail Smirnov. The man without a face. People see him as nothing but a ruthless monster but in him I find salvation. You see I need the beast in him to feel, without it I am simply the walking dead. Let the hunt begin.

Lord of the Underworld, Hades has decided to leave his home and relocate to earth--my home town of Chicago to be exact. This shouldn't have been a problem, except for the fact that cocky Hades is smexy-hot. I don't know if I want to punch him in the face or jump his bones. In some of my dreams, I'm doing both at the same time. This is problematic because I've trained my whole life to eliminate monsters sent by the Gods to destroy humans... and for centuries my family has done everything in its power to stop them. But now I'm the last in my bloodline and a new threat stalks the streets.

For over a year, I've been hiding from my ruthless mob boss father and lying to everyone around me. Jordan is a sweet, protective biker who thinks we eloped in Vegas the night we met. The truth is, he was just supposed to be my ticket out of my gilded prison. I had nowhere to go, so when Jordan asked me to live with him after we got to his home in Rockland, I reluctantly agreed. After that, it was impossible to resist falling in love with him. But every second we're together is ruined thanks to the agonizing guilt eating away at me.

One catastrophic night left me orphaned at the age of 17. Hunted by a murderer, Xander saved me from the pits of hell, braving a fire that would have ended my life. Hiding me from a killer, he became my protector, my best friend, but never anything more. Six years later, a friend is murdered at the hottest nightclub in Manhattan, again thrusting me into a killer's crosshairs. Now a detective with the NYPD, I refuse to hide, unyielding in my pursuit of justice, which has eluded me for so long. Determined to keep me safe, Sin forces me from the case.

After surviving my worst nightmare, Xander proved to be my hero once again, shielding me the best he could. Our peace is cut short, brutally destroyed when a vicious killer strikes too close to home, revealing devastating secrets that should have remained forever buried. Cutting me out of his life with the cruelest words possible, Sin left me broken, my heart shattered in pieces. After weeks without him, his unexpected reappearance catapults me into a tailspin, torn between the fierce desire that never seems to diminish and my inability to trust him again.

Seer Bradley is all sharp edges—whether it's knives in the kitchen, swords as a renfaire noble, or her quick tongue behind the bar. She likes to stay busy; protected within the glass walls she's built to keep herself, and her heart, safe and sound. One night with a handsome Scot tests the stability of her carefully constructed life, leaving her reeling.

The Daymakers were the hottest alt-rock band since the nineties, the masked members making fans swoon at the very thought of who might be hiding under the skull masks. Known only by their stage names—Royal, Hero, Poet and Knight—their real identities were a carefully held secret.

I never imagined my first trip to Italy would be to bury my father. But there I was in the beautiful cathedral, alone, with my father’s casket and a handful of soldiers to keep me safe. It didn’t occur to me that anyone would disrupt the sanctity of the church. Would march in, weapons in hand, and turn my world upside down. But the Caballero brothers have no regard for the church and even less for my family.

I’m not supposed to fall in love with my husband. It’s not part of my plan. Forgive me. Those were the first words Santos Augustine spoke to me before we sealed an unbreakable oath. A contract signed in blood binding me to him as payment for my father’s sins.