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Olivia has spent years training to hunt and kill the dangerous savages who live outside the dome which protects her city, and she stands ready to carry out her mission with pride - until the day she is shot down and her life is changed forever.

My reasons for keeping Blue are… complicated. I see the scars she hides. The secrets she keeps. I want to collect all the broken pieces of her. When she runs, I go after her. I will always go after her. Her enemies are closing in faster than she can run. I vow to keep her safe, but my protection comes at a price. She’ll belong to me in every way. When she is taken from me, I hunt down her abductor and give in to my rage. I spill blood for her. I’d do it again. But the game turns deadly when some of the most powerful men of The Society attack.

When I tried to blackmail Ezekiel St. James, I thought it would be easy. Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with. Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with. The moment his steel-grey eyes locked on mine, I knew the game was over. He knew exactly who I was. What I’d done. And he wasn’t going to let me walk away. With his immense wealth and power, he had me kidnapped. He could make me disappear. I’m no easy prey, though, and it’s not just my life on the line. I have to protect my sister.

From the moment I first laid eyes on Madelena De Léon, I felt a primal urge to protect her. Keep her safe. Her father had failed her. I would not.

I live in a world where secrecy reigns. A Society rooted in power, wealth, and long-held dynasties. Where men are Kings, and women are pawns. For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamt of escaping the shackles of my expectations.

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.

Eva Webb didn't know what she'd find the night she secretly followed her fiancé. She had feared he was meeting another woman. But it was so much worse than that. The man she loved betrayed and kidnapped her, packing her onto a truck destined for the black market to be sold to the highest bidder.

I am the illegitimate son. Unwanted. Hated. The jealous, possessive villain who once wore the mask of a hero. Ophelia Hart is the girl next door. Growing up, I rescued her countless times from my idiot half-brother. Now, the rivalry between him and me has changed. The stakes are higher. And Ophelia is in danger. But I’ll be damned if I let him touch her. She no longer thinks me the hero of her story, though. She’ll fight me. I’ll fight for her.

Monsters don't often look like monsters on the outside. Forced to marry a man I should hate, I'm now bound to Damian. I sometimes wonder what he sees when he looks at me. Deer in headlights, I guess. What I see is clear. Darkness. Desire. Carnal want. A man with too much experience. The day he took me he told me I belong to him. On our wedding night he proved I did. And I believe him when he says he'll keep me safe because he won't let anyone touch what's his. But I can't forget what he is. Can't forget the things he's done. And no matter what, I can't let myself fall in love with him.

A cruel fate. Two souls condemned. An impossible love. I knew he’d choose me before he came to our door on the night of the Tithing. I bore the mark that would make me his. It was my ancestor who spoke the words that bound us together, and his demon-god who promised protection for the price of blood. My blood. I was prepared to be that sacrifice if it would keep my family safe. Loving Azrael? The thought never crossed my mind. He was and would forever be my enemy.

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.

Five years. That’s how long it took me to find her. Five years after my world shattered, leaving me a scarred and broken man. By then, the girl I knew was gone. In her place stood a woman. One who looked like an angel. An impossible, beautiful angel. I killed for her. Soaked my hands in the blood of those who hurt her and rescued her from hell. But hell has a way of following you. Becoming a part of you. Maybe the only part you recognize. I had every intention of bringing her home. Setting her free. I swear I did. She calls me her avenging angel. But I know the truth. I’m no angel.

Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she'd endured hell. Somehow, she'd survived it. Someway, she'd escaped her captors. But it hadn't mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming. Fifteen years I'd been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, and readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he'd done.

When Skye Madden is caught trespassing at an exclusive ski resort while trying to support herself as a tabloid photographer, she is stunned to discover that her childhood crush, Aidan Hastings, is the head of security. More shocking still, Aidan tells her in no uncertain terms that if she is found snooping around the resort again he'll take her over his knee and give her a spanking she'll never forget.

I knew little of Raphael Amado's history with my family, but when he turned up on our doorstep demanding restitution, my grandfather quickly conceded. That restitution? Me. Six months later, on my 18th birthday, Raphael came for me. He stole me from my home, taking me to his Tuscan estate, where from the crumbling chapel to the burnt-down vineyard, to the cellar that haunted him, the past stalked him like a shadow. It waited for him, hid behind corners for him and trapped him at every turn. As much as Raphael's cruelty terrified me, his darkness seduced me.

“You can’t marry him if you’re already married to me.” That was how Silas Cruz proposed to me—more like demanded, really. He didn’t exactly give me a choice. He’s dark, jealous and incredibly possessive. And he’s just one of the villains in my story. I used to think he was my hero. Still, there’s one thing I know for sure. Whenever I need him, whenever I’m in danger, he comes for me. He’s proven that time and time again.

Mudita, Wheel Publicaton No. 170, contains several short essays, one by the editor, Ven. Nyanaponika, and three by lay practitioners on one of the lesser known and too-little practiced sublime states of mind. Mudita, usually translated "sympathetic joy", was designated one of the brahma-viharas by the Buddha, one of the sublime, noble states of mind. How is it to be practiced, and what are the implications of mudita on the spiritual path? These essays address those questions.

Elijah had watched Kayla for years, serving as a hidden protector for this beautiful young woman-until the night an abusive boyfriend sought to do her harm. Afterwards, he knew that there could be no hiding what had happened, and she would have to come with him whether she liked it or not. Try as she might to convince herself that her eyes had deceived her, Kayla knew that she had seen a giant wolf toss men about like ragdolls and then shift into the human form of her neighbor Elijah.

I am the illegitimate son, unwanted and despised. Ophelia Hart is the girl next door. I’ve watched her grow up. And rescued her countless times from my half-brother. I’ve been gone from her life for two years and when I run into her again, she’s no longer a girl. Only problem is, she’s wearing his ring on her finger. But there’s always been something between us. I’ve always been her protector. Especially when it comes to him. And that pull is stronger than ever.

Monsters don't hide in the dark. When I met Damian Di Santo in a dark corridor of my family home I knew he was a monster. I was a scared girl. He was already a man. That was when his twisted countdown began. Marked by dead roses and sharp thorns, eight years passed each bringing me closer to becoming his. Until the eve of my eighteenth birthday. That was the night he returned to claim me.