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Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

She’s trapped in a magical prison. To break out, she’ll make a deal with the most dangerous prisoner of them all. Sentenced for a crime she didn’t commit, Samara is bullied by guards and tormented by the screams of her fellow prisoners. She’s resigned herself to enduring her fifteen-year...

When Erika and her team of archaeologists break the seal on the temple they’ve been hunting, they unwittingly take the first step in a series of rituals designed to revive the long-sleeping denizens inside. Now, with every breath they take, they inhale air steeped in dragon magic—and perfumed with otherworldly, irresistible desire. Erika wants nothing more than to prove she’s still in control.

Tall, dark, and muscled like a god, Beau Barnett is great with an axe. Every woman in Rockhead Point wants a taste of the mountain man. Including me. Except he doesn't even know my name. I'm just the girl behind the counter filling his coffee, while he grunts and grumbles, barely making eye contact. Then a newcomer with a charming smile and a fancy suit shows up in Rockhead Point, and refuses to take no for an answer when he asks me to dinner.

Five years ago, I ran from the devil who got me pregnant. I have a son now. A boy I'd do anything to protect. But I left behind the sister I loved more than life itself. So when Ilarion Zakharov finds me again, I have an impossible choice to make: Do I go back with him to the world I left behind? Or do I leave my sister to drown in the mess I caused? Ilarion doesn't make choosing easy.

One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered me a bargain soaked in danger. Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part. In return, he'd bankroll the dream I was too desperate to give up. I told myself it was fake. That I could survive him and walk away untouched. But nothing about Daniil is fake.

Reclusive Tully Hartlock has only one goal: escape the curse of her famous last name. Every dollar she earns from Only Omegas is going toward a fresh start across the ocean, to escape being the deeply inadequate heir of the Hartlock name. Tully has lived in the shadow of her ancestor, Esta Hartlock, her whole life, and she is tired of being used for it. But when she falls for one of her subscribers, she finds her life turned inside out, because he belongs to the wealthiest, most powerful pack in the city. Baylark Pack is used to getting what they want, and she is their missing puzzle piece.

I was forced to marry a monster. Luca Vitale is the heir to his father’s empire. He has the reputation of being a dangerous monster who can bring even grown men to their knees. And he’s about to become my husband.

Never thought I'd see her again—Lark, my best friend's baby sis, always off-limits. Until that one reckless night five years ago when we crossed every damn line. She made it clear she wasn't into ridin' with a biker, and I get it—her brother got locked up 'cause of the club, and a lotta bad shit followed. Now, Lark's back, with eyes full of secrets and a little girl who looks way too much like me. She denies it, but every time I look into that kid's eyes, it's like starin' in the mirror.

It's scary how much life can change in an instant. One minute I'm preparing for a new school year in my San Diego town, and the next I'm being ripped from my childhood home. Making the cut from my father's death two years ago that much deeper. Not only am I being forced to leave a place that reminds me so much of him, but I'm being forced to move hundreds of miles across the country to a city I've only learned about through Mom and social media.

In the shadowy underworld of Greenich Bay, even my status as the Orazio heir couldn't shield me from heartbreak. Jesse, Logan, and Briar, the ones I trusted most, shattered me after five years of love. No proposal, just betrayal. Vengeance drove me into the arms of my ex-fiancé, a rival crime family scion. Let them see how quickly I can move on. They don't need to know that our arrangement is fake.

Her marriage was a lie. Anita Orazio had never been interested in any man before she met her handsome new husband. He'd courted her with relentless energy, and she'd fallen hard and fast, like a fool. Until she overheard him saying he only married her to get an introduction to The Gardener. Everybody in Greenich Bay whispered the name of the reclusive assassin. The anonymous poisoner who could provide wares for anyone who could afford him, or find him.

No one has what it takes to catch up to this fierce, female F1 driver. But one cocky Brit is dying to try. Sage Sikora: agent of chaos, blue-haired spitfire, and the Emerald Formula 1 team’s newest (and only) female driver. She has one goal in mind—becoming the first woman to win a Grand...

Hale Hartlock was getting married for one reason only: to give his wild younger brother a nurturing influence. Omegas were a rarity, and one wouldn't choose to live in the wildlands. Hale wouldn't take any chances, not when his hatred of the spoiled designation ran so deeply. He swore to the men of Hartlock Ranch, Ruck and Oliver, that nothing would change, certainly not their hearts. But Esta, Hale's sweet beta bride, was a temptation none of them could resist.

Vivienne Frost works tables at my club, but she's no ordinary waitress. She's smart-mouthed, dangerously beautiful, and entirely off-limits. She thinks she can outrun the past, hide behind a tray of drinks and pretty lies. But I've seen the bruises. I've heard the cracks in her voice. Her defiance doesn't push me away—it awakens a brutal kind of need in me, something that's been waiting to break free.

Jacob Callahan is nothing like the guys I know from college. He’s powerful. Stern. And most of all, he’s big. Every time I crane my neck to meet his eye, every time I see his bulk fill a doorway…I melt....

The moment she walks into my club—dressed in a stolen uniform, carrying a tray of champagne—I know she doesn't belong. When I catch her in my office, stealing secrets, I give her a choice: tell me who sent her...or find out exactly what happens to those who cross a Volkov.

The start-up gaming company I work for likes to push boundaries, including adult ratings, no limit on in-game partners, and some moderately graphic depictions of all the different ways to get down and dirty with two or more people. Given that I’m inching my way toward 40 and my experience in the bedroom is limited to a couple of less than attentive ex-boyfriends, I'm not sure I can pull off the realistic designs that are expected of me.

Being a single father in witness protection isn’t ideal, but it’s the only option to keep the baby I technically stole safe. Staying hidden is simple until the night I beat down the door of the only doctor in town, demanding help, and I meet the woman who changes everything. I’m danger and violence; she’s innocent and caring. I’ll corrupt her, and potentially bring the threat of the MC after me to her doorstep. Too bad for Dr. Caradee Blacksmith, I’m too selfish to care. Because I want her no matter the risk.

Hunting down Mira was supposed to be a simple assignment. She thought she could disappear—cover her tracks, hide behind false names and small towns—but I found her, and I intend to drag her back, kicking and screaming if necessary. But getting Mira home isn't easy. She fights like a cornered animal, desperate to escape the secrets she's hiding. Her defiance ignites something dark and possessive inside me, something that threatens the cold control I pride myself on. The longer we're together, the more I realize Mira isn't just a job—she's an obsession.