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Looking back, I should have seen the signs. Perhaps I did, but I subconsciously chose to ignore them. From the time I was 10, when I first met Dylan, I knew he was my forever guy. Dylan was more than just my best friend, my childhood sweetheart, my lover. He was my soul mate. We were carved from the same whole—destined to be together forever. Until he changed. And I believed I was no longer good enough. Until he shattered me so completely, it felt like I ceased to exist. I’d never experienced such heart-crushing pain. Until he leveled me a second time, and I truly wanted to die.

He was supposed to be my study subject, not my obsession. Hayden Hall presents Book 3 in the Saints of Westmont U series. Contains mature themes.

Some mistakes you bury. Others crawl under your skin and never let go. Jaxon Mercer was supposed to be my past. The stolen kiss. The fist that followed. The silence after. But now? He's here—cocky, dangerous, and looking at me like he already knows how this ends. I should shut him out. I should forget the way he used to make me feel. But when he's this close, breathing is hard enough, let alone thinking straight. Enemies. Ex-best friends. Rivals. Obsessions. I don't know what we are anymore. But I know I want him.

I know my way around the bedroom and the playroom, so I should have known that flirting with my older—and dominant—boss was a recipe for disaster. But by the time I realize I'm in over my head with the disgustingly rich and perfectly commanding Robert McAvoy, it's too late to turn back. I want him and I crave the way he makes me feel, even if it's confusing and threatens everything about the life I've built for myself. I'm not a submissive. I'm not meek and I'm not mild, but when Rob is around it's easy to see the appeal in all of those things.

Some men ruin you slowly. Others break you all at once. Jace was never supposed to be in my life again. Not after what he did. Not after they took him away. But he's here, standing in my doorway with a smirk that makes my pulse trip and my gut clench. He needs a place to stay. I should slam the door in his face. Instead, I let him in. Enemies. Exiles. Rivals. Lovers? This isn't a love story. This is a disaster waiting to happen. And I can't wait for the impact.

I woke on the floor of a prison cell, but I wasn't alone. There was a man. My fellow prisoner. My protector. He spoke into my mind, saying things that couldn't be true. That I'd been bitten. That I was going to turn. That I had to obey him if I wanted to survive. He was beaten, but his voice rang with power, and his body called to mine. And when he won our freedom, I learned he was far more powerful than I realized. I escaped one prison just to land in another. Now I'm caught in a war between shifters—and my protector has become my captor.

I never intended to fall in love. This girl had goals and guys were an unwelcome distraction. Until I met Garrick, my sophomore year of college, and he blasted through the walls I kept around my heart, tearing them down.

All I want is to help those who need it the most. So when a devastatingly handsome stranger lands in Neon Nights, the gay bar where we spend our days and nights, I immediately know he's in trouble. I also know that we share an instant connection that comes once in a lifetime, but our clumsy kiss freaks him out and turns the night into a total disaster.

Mistakes and secrets. My life is littered with them. And it's not always me who pays the price. So, I do something I swore I wouldn't do—become the monster my father raised me to be. To shield my loved ones from the predators I hunt, I keep family and friends in the dark, but I won't apologize for protecting them. I do what needs to be done, and I've accepted my fate.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.

I didn’t come back to Aston to start something—I came to end it. Fix up my late aunt’s house, sell it, and get back to our lives. But the universe has other plans and I find myself standing face to face with the one person I've tried to forget.

He’s my 18-year-old son’s best friend, and I’m old enough to know better. My marriage is falling apart, and Vander’s home life is tragic. Yet, his broken parts speak to mine, and amid all the chaos, a true connection is formed.

It's Terry's birthday, and Maggie's got a surprise for him. One full weekend at La Petite Mort Club. Together. Just the two of them--Dom and Sub. Terry's body can't wait to get started, but his head and heart aren’t so sure this is a good idea.

After a night of cage fighting, my underground life blurs with the peaceful one I've built at the Monarch Club when an enemy is sent to my bed. And I want to keep her there. The problem is, she's also in danger and my protective instincts scream to put myself between her and the real enemy coming after me. I'm not a savior. I'm a monster with nothing to lose. Let the best villain win.

I didn’t believe my fractured heart and broken soul could endure any more pain. Until Jared rocks up to the art gallery where I work, with his fiancée in tow, and I’m drowning again. Seeing him brings everything to the surface, so I flee. Placing distance between us again, I’m determined to put him behind me once and for all. Then he reappears at my door, begging me for another chance. I know I should turn him away. Try telling that to my heart.

I thought I had finally found the connection I craved—three brilliant men who saw me, who wanted to break through the walls I had built around myself. But the closer we became, the more I realized that our bond was built on secrets, lies, and obsessions. What started as a simple beta test of their advanced AI system quickly spiraled into something I could never have imagined. They made me feel alive. But they also watched me. Analyzed me. Were completely transfixed on every single part of me.

My dreams of attending Juilliard shattered the night tragedy struck my family. That night, a part of me died inside. Now, the only peace I find is in stolen moments on a rooftop where I dance to remember as much as to forget. Until I literally stumble headfirst into Levi’s life. He’s six feet two inches of ripped, hard, gorgeous temptation wrapped in a very irritating package. I swear he was sent to test me, because his hot-and-cold attitude pushes my buttons like no guy has before.

My life was just fine until he came down from his ivory tower. Sure, I lived my days hiding deep in the closet, but I got to see all the beautiful guys in Neon Nights whenever I delivered fresh produce from my father's store. But that was the best we could do. Until a man with wolfish eyes and a sinful smirk came to our little home and demanded that my father settle an old debt. He was going to ruin what little happiness we built for ourselves in Hudson Burrow.

I am a soulless vampire, in service to the Vampire Intelligence Agency as their top black ops agent, protecting the immortal royals of Europe in a world of shadows and secrets. My life revolves around strategy, competition, and keeping our society safe. Why in hellfire have I been assigned to escort this delicious plus-size fashion designer to meet one of the Immortal Princesses? For a damn dress? I should be out stalking and destroying the hunters who seek to destroy anyone and anything immortal.

The sexy newcomer at Neon Nights hates me. I'm not too thrilled about him, either, except that those hungry eyes full of hateful desire do wild things to me. I know I shouldn't meddle with a closet case. Good Catholic boys are nothing but trouble and heartbreak. Except that this Catholic boy is a foot taller and a foot wider, with dusty blond hair and piercing blue eyes. My legs turn to jelly whenever he comes near me. And all of a sudden, I'm messing around with the exact type of guy I should avoid.