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When you make an enemy of a man like Vitaly Karahalios, there is nowhere on Earth you can go to escape his wrath. He'll find you. He found me; he found Roth. He found Layla. He found us, and now the unthinkable has happened. Someone I love has been kidnapped.

Jackal Emerson has never taken himself seriously. Dubbed the “orgy king”, he’s renowned for his reputation as the wild End Man. But with the uprising on the horizon and his best friend missing, Jackal is having a hard time living the same carefree existence. And then he meets a thief and everything changes. Phoenix Moyo, principal dancer of a notorious ballet company, lives a life of rigidity. When her world collides with Jackal’s, their chemistry is evident to everyone except her.

Jackson Hawke might be a monster, but he's Hannah's monster. They belong together and she's determined to show Jackson she can love every part of him - light and dark, cruel and gentle, lost soul and Dominant man. Jackson knows he doesn't deserve her. He is broken and twisted and wrong inside, but when Hannah touches him it feels right, he feels right in a way he hasn't in so long. Can a monster learn to become a man again? Or will dark forces claim Hannah's life before she can claim his heart?

When I met Alec Hayes in Vegas, I thought I'd stumbled into a love affair with the man of my dreams. Alec's sexy, confident, and charming. Our night together was full of laughter and the kind of toe-curling kisses that tempted me to believe in fate for the first time in years. Until I flew out to LA to surprise Alec and ran into the unnamed half-brother he'd admitted to despising. But I know Oliver Rhett as soon as I see him.

Just when Luke started to open up, he closes himself off again. When we first met, he assured me he was no prince charming. I'm starting to believe him. And then tragedy strikes. This can go one of two ways: Either he'll lean on me the way a husband should lean on a wife, or he'll push me away. But I've got a little secret of my own, and I have no idea what it means for our end game.

I am going to die. What was once my mates' curse is now killing me, but I will never give up on our eternity. War is coming. Our enemies won't stop until my mates and I are dead—our magic wiped from the face of the Otherworld. Extinction is the only thing they will accept. I may be new to this world, but it's mine now. No matter what, I won't let it fall into their hands. The Alphas will pay for what they've done. To me. To my mates. To the wolves they were meant to protect.

I am a prisoner. Taken by monsters who crave my death. If I want to see my mates again, I have to stay alive. I was just settling into my new life with my mates when I was taken. Robbed of my magic, ripped from the men I'm beginning to love, and imprisoned by their mortal enemies. They want to use me. For my power. For my blood and my bones. For my connection to the Alpha Kings they hate. But more than anything, they want to see me die.

Astra Bishop loves her job as a reiki master. There's only one problem. She believes one of her clients is stealing her energy. She gets a bad vibe, and Astra is all about vibes and energies. So when the elderly woman holds her up at gunpoint, Astra is caught between her feelings being vindicated that she knew something was off, and fearing for her life. It's not like she can defend herself against the little old lady!

Selene Bishop runs the Healsome Magic Center with her sister. She loves her job, but she did wish that her life had time for something more. She doesn't know what she’s looking for, but she would settle for a bit of free time. When she is taken to a secluded house on a wolf's pack lands for her own safety, Selene realizes that she might have gotten exactly what she was hoping for. Jett is a grumpy wolf who doesn’t expect much out of life.

It was just supposed to be just a 40th birthday prank for our boss after a wild night of girlfriends, laughter, and a lot of margaritas. When we placed the ad in the newspaper, we never thought anyone would actually answer it. We also didn't think that Laurel would be so brainless as to put Lizzy's actual phone number in the ad....

My wedding to Prince Charming is interrupted with accusations that it's a sham. It is, but we both hold tight to the story that we're marrying for love. I don't have to fake it, but I'm not so sure about my husband. As I play the waiting game for him to return home from training camp, I start to find my niche with the wives of his pro football teammates. But our marriage contract is only valid for one year.

When the guy I'm fake engaged to suggests we get married in Hawaii, I'm all in. And then I meet his family. His parents look upon him with disapproving eyes, and that's nice compared to the way they look at me. His pro quarterback brother thinks everything's a contest, including wooing me away from Luke. His sweet and bubbly sister is the one saving grace in this family.

Luke hired me as his publicist so his pro football team owner will see that he's indispensable to the organization. When a defamatory headline hits newsstands, it's up to me to show the world what a Prince Charming he truly is. My solution? A marriage of convenience. It'll get his boss off his back and quiet the slanderous voices. Luke is adamant that this is nothing more than a business transaction, but I still feel the heat from the single night we spent together when we were strangers. Now, I just have to figure out how not to fall in love with my fiancé.

Witch Cerise Bishop doesn’t have time - or patience - for love. But when she’s saved by a hot alpha wolf, things change. When Axel barges into her home to warn her that she’s on a group of witch hunters’ kill list, she doesn’t believe him. Forget how sexy he looks or how much she’d like to see him naked, she doesn’t need a savior. Alpha wolf Axel Barrick wanted to crawl home to bed after a series of night shifts, not take a witch to a safehouse. But his sense of justice rules him and he goes to fetch Cerise. He’s intent on saving her by bringing her to the pack lands.

Raven Bishop doesn't need the help of a man, no matter how hot he is. So when an alluring stranger walks into her magic supply shop, Gemstones, Raven ignores his advice. He might be a police officer, but she knows she can take care of herself. Sheriff and wolf shifter Zane Cross has one mission: get the Bishop women away from the order of witch hunters. He doesn't have time to deal with his inner wolf howling that they've finally met their mate, especially since the woman in question refuses to follow him to safety. Until she's attacked.

When I see the ad in the Portland Alternative's "Love Wanted" section, I can't resist the urge to respond. Yes, it's dangerous - as a star forward for the Badgers, I have a reputation to protect - but I miss the thrill of calling the shots in the bedroom, and reading that ad is the first time I've laughed in months. So I reach out to Curious Cat about the "educational" opportunity....

Ava has run a multibillion-dollar company, negotiated with shark investors, and hobnobbed with business royalty, but she’s about to be defeated by her inability to turn sugar, flour, and apple pie filling into something edible. Conveniently, the owner of the diner next door, Parker Blake, is magic in the kitchen. And he technically works for her. So she can make him teach her to bake. And hey, if everyone assumes they’re heating up more than the oven during their time in the kitchen...well, that’s called multitasking.

One year ago, I buried my husband. One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye. Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all. One year, 365 days - and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will: My dearest Nadia, trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.

Ex-fighter pilot Logan Reid is exactly the kind of man I despise. He’s a cocky jet jock, a former Navy Blue Angel, and full of all the arrogance that comes with being the best of the best. I’m an ex-Zoomie, an Air Force tanker pilot. The rivalry between our sister services is nothing compared to that between fighter jocks and tanker pilots. We’re bitter rivals, and I’m low-man (woman) on the totem pole.

Run a pie shop with her sisters for a year. Date for the first time at age 29. Don’t be terrified. Well, she’s got the first thing under control at least. Mostly. But this is exactly what a best friend is for: advice, pep talks, matchmaking, sex education. So what if her best friend is a guy? A very hot, tattooed, ex-Marine mechanic guy? He’s definitely well-versed in everything she needs to know. And she trusts him. Who better to teach her the man-woman stuff she’s been missing out on?