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Rebecca Twynham hates nature, loves a juicy steak, is not Marked, and thinks wolves come in one form: on four feet and with fur. So when she's hauled to the annual werewolf Gathering by this scary as hell magical vortex, she's pretty surprised to find out werewolves are real. With that new knowledge, she finds she still hates nature, she'd love a juicy steak, and maybe - she might be - Marked. Well, she doesn't see a Mark, but she also has heavy scarring from a childhood accident - or was it intentional?

Ugh. Gabriella Wickham thought turning 30 was bad enough, but now she's been invited (ordered) to attend this year's Gathering (werewolf speed dating). Having a Mark on her arm means that she's one of the few human women destined to mate with not one, but two Alpha werewolves. Thank goodness werewolves don't come in "ugly". After her sister Scarlet mates the Ruling Alphas, things really start to get interesting. Gabby runs into not one, but two hotter than hot werewolves who make her tingle in all the right places.

As if hitting 30 wasn't enough, unmated Scarlet Wickham is summoned to this year's Gathering. As a woman marked to be the mate of an Alpha pair, she's not going to find happiness anywhere other than in the arms of two Alpha werewolves. So, off she goes with her sisters in tow. 'Cause yeah, she's one of the plump Wickham triplets, and they're all being carted off to werewolf speed dating.

Paisley Twynham is over the whole werewolf thing. It'd been a shock to be magically kidnapped and plopped in the middle of a werewolf gathering. Then she got kidnapped a second time, had the crap beat out of her, escaped, and then met two men who are supposed to be her mates. Yup, all kinds of "over" the Gathering. Her only salvations are her sisters and...the two men she can't help but drool over. Tall, muscular, sexy as hell, and, for some reason, they want her fluffy ass. Maybe she doesn't hate werewolves as much as she thought....

Lorelei is a hint over 30 - nobody better ask how much of a hint - and isn't sure why the hell she's been magically hauled to the land of werewolves. But she has. Which sucks. At least they stole her while she was at the gun range. Go Pink Pistol of Doom! So, they stole her, she stole a cell phone in return, and all is crazy in her new werewolf-laced world. It gets even crazier when, one - she discovers her sisters have been kidnapped, too, and two - werewolves are sexy as all get out.

Whitney Wickham is at the darned annual werewolf Gathering all right. Only there's one problem: she doesn't belong there. Her sisters carry the Mark indicating they'll mate an Alpha Pair of wolves, while Whitney does not have that lovely, swirling scar. She's been hauled half way around the world to be stared at, and not-so-covertly sniffed, for no reason. Unfortunately, the gorgeous, drool worthy, magic-mojo-wielding Wardens don't know why she's been summoned to the Gathering any more than she does.

I don't take no for an answer. Women are the world's most intoxicating prize, and I always win. Money? Check. Charm? Check. Looks? Double check. It's a winning combination, and I never settle. I can't even remember the last time any woman -in New York, Paris, Rome, it doesn't matter - looked me in the eye and turned me down. Until Juliet James.

There are no happy endings in war...or are there? The year is 1914. Tensions run high in the modern city of Sarajevo. Sonja Karnovich is young, beautiful, royalty, and dying for anything outside of her rigid, dull life. While attending the Grand Prince’s party, excitement is just what she finds in the handsome Allan Chase. He's a wildly popular American adventurer and if the rumors are true, an incredible lover. Rumors aren't enough for the young princess, and the two slip away from the party for a private rendezvous.

The one thing that obsesses, captivates, and seduces me? Money. I'm a self-made billionaire, and running my business empire means I've got better things to do than bother with women. They can throw themselves at me all they want - I can't be tempted. Until my newest executive secretary's first day on the job. One glance at her and I forget about spreadsheets and quarterly earnings, because her curves are pure sin. Her mouth is the wickedest distraction I've ever seen.

My real estate empire is my life. I don't have time for women and their games. What's the point? They'll be out of my bed before they know it. Except Isabella Gabriel....

I'm in the business of hunting down and acquiring the planet's most coveted objects. Nothing thrills me more than finding and buying pieces with unbelievable value...and selling them for a massive profit. Nothing...until she bursts onto the scene. She might have the world's most tantalizing body and a smoldering look in her eyes, but she's made it clear that I have no chance. It's a challenge I can't turn down.

I'm an adrenaline junkie, always searching for my next hit. Skydiving, cliff jumping, surfing massive waves - I'll do anything to get my pulse racing. But even freediving the ocean's most deadly sinkholes pales in comparison to the rush I get when I meet Kennedy. And if there's a bet involved? I'm all in. I never turn down a challenge. Especially when the target is prim, proper, buttoned-up...and jaw-droppingly gorgeous. It's enough to make any man want to unbutton her and make her scream all night long.