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He’s my mortal enemy and one of the hottest NHL players in the league, but I have no interest in hockey players… well, not anymore. And Lake Powers is no exception. Now I'm stuck sleeping under the same roof of this picturesque mountain mansion and I have to deliver what I set out to do... turn Lake into America's Sweetheart with this charity event. I won't allow myself to get distracted by the man the puck bunnies refer to as "Magic Stick".

In a god-blessed realm where old ghosts lie resting but not gone, Thora remains the most haunted. Now queen of Isjord, she's helped her kingdom thrive back into its once glorious days that old kings had tarnished with greed and a need for power. For ten years, Thora has ruled with a steady reign, but one that has always been doubted by a few who still wish to see old kings take her throne. When the new queen of the Islines rises to lay claim to Isjord as a true heir of pure Krigborn blood, many begin taking her side.

I’ve seen what the Callaghan Curse has done to my uncles and I know for sure that my mom was one in a million. I’ll stick to going on runs and f--king biker bitches. Now there’s rats in my club and a web of lies being woven around me, I can’t afford to lose my head.

Nothing remained of Blake's life before the club except death, deceit, and corruption. He was on the road to self-destruction when his path crossed with Jake, the President of Kings of Retribution. Now Blake is dedicated to the MC and loyal to the men he calls brothers. The club gave him a family and purpose. Blake thought he finally had everything he ever wanted. Until Ember.

I'm a feral omega with one rule: Never get attached; Never let anyone in. But five alphas are about to shatter everything I thought I knew—and this time, I can't blame it on my biology. The Ghosts are killers with fractured souls. Monsters in human skin. But somehow, they've become my monsters. Especially Wraith, the silent, scarred sentinel who sees me like no one else. And as I realize I'm starting to fall for him, I also realize something even more terrifying. I'm falling for them all.

Dave Smith is having a bad day, week, month, maybe even year. Freshly unemployed, facing eviction, and now he's been transported to a fantasy world. A wish come true for many a geek, if only he hadn't died less than a day after he arrived. Now trapped in this fantasy realms version of purgatory, he faces the prospect of trying to navigate a new existence as a dungeon. That wouldn't be so bad, except ending dungeons seems to be the path out for many of the other denizens of these Proving Grounds.

Daxas has survived his first few weeks as a Dungeon. He has successfully discovered several exploits in the system and has been thriving. He is advancing to the second rank, fought off an invasion of orcs and goblins, and, most importantly, now has a lovely wood elf companion named Jessamyn. However, success brings new challenges and new, more powerful challengers. It's time for the Wolf King to expand his dungeon, cut down any who dare oppose him, and add to his harem of mates. Meanwhile, the Divine Lords are plotting in the background, trying to engineer his downfall.

There’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my monster that tormented me. And maybe lived under your bed.... When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded. His whispers were silenced. His shadow dissolving without a trace. I wondered why that was.

Daxas' trials continue. He has defeated those with the temerity to face him and claimed the dark elf Dungeon Mistress Jen'Zadeer Shadestar for his own. His guild, the Dark Moon Rising, continues to flourish despite its figurehead Chief Simeon Reedwhistle's reservations.

There are others in the Proving Grounds, like the Silver Lady, Jezebel. She had her own plans, which don't align with Daxas'. Not to mention that the threat from without is undiminished. Timian, and others, are still gunning hard for Daxas. They want what he has, an abundance of soul energy, and the Wolf King must die for them to get their grubby little mitts on it.

Now it’s more important than ever to watch our backs. Our defenses are down, and the enemy lies in wait, but they can’t break us. I won’t let them. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me with everything they’ve got because I’m Tanner Morgan, and I’m ready to burn them down.

Daxas has reached rank eight. He has conquered and subsumed a second dungeon increasing his power and pulled one over the Divine Lords in the process. However, he is aware this will bring new difficulties to his door and the Divine Lords are unlikely to take their humiliation well.

The city of Coldlake, where everything appears bright and sunny, but is all blood and darkness beneath the surface. A city where killers hide in plain sight, and the ones you trust can turn on you in a heartbeat.

Jezebel and the elf guilds have been defeated. The elven goddess now resides in the Wolf King's lair, along with Daxas and the others. However, her attempts to destroy Daxas' dungeon and steal all the soul energy he had collected over time has not been without consequence.

I can’t say I’ve ever wished for someone to be bitten right on the tip of their junk by a giant bull ant before, but Tanner Morgan—the only man capable of making me want to scream and cream at the same damn time—just might be the guy to change that. He’s infuriating in every way possible, and out of all the massive changes in my life, I thought living next to him would be the worst thing I'd ever have to deal with. I was wrong...so damn wrong.

Lydia Anderson is an unbonded omega living in fear of the day her past catches up with her. Hunted by her ex, betrayed by her own family, staying out of sight is her only protection. Or it was, until she met Pack Saint Clair, and found love and safety in their arms.

Hell. Just do your time, they said. It will be easy, they said. What's a hundred years sentenced to prison in Hell? Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time. Like most Imps, I am a mischievous sort, and that tends to annoy people, said people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s dick, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

Fate turned on me, chewed me up, and spat me out. I’ve been dragged down into the depths of hell until my lungs burned and the light of day turned blood red. But I’m still breathing.

I want the one girl I can’t have....Zoe Romero is trapped in a marriage contract with the most sadistic psychopath at Kingmakers. She couldn’t be more off limits. Stealing her from Rocco Prince would break the most ironclad rules of the mafia world. But I have to have her. She’s my soul mate. I want her, or no one at all. I’ll do anything to save her. Rocco will do anything to destroy her. I’ve got one chance to achieve the impossible....