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Brock Hume is a lone wolf, and right now he's hunting the most tempting prey he's ever encountered. He really can't help himself. Her scent reminds him of the heather blossoms of his homeland, and she has curves he can't wait to get his paws on. And she was running from him… A werewolf.

Conjure, also known as Hoodoo or Rootwork, is an old, powerful, and increasingly popular system of North American folk magic. Conjure's roots derive primarily from West and Central African spiritual traditions, but it has also been influenced by Christianity, Jewish mysticism, and Native American practices. Hoodoo Sen Moise has been studying this tradition and working with Conjure for over 35 years. Here, he explores Conjure's history, principles, fundamentals, and ethics, while simultaneously providing a practical how-to guide....

I'm Mac, the intel guy of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club. When it comes to technology, there's no reading between the lines or emotions to decipher. I prefer two interactions with people. I either f--k them or kill them. Then Simone Ray walks into my life with sad brown eyes, beautiful lips, and pregnant with a child that could possibly share the same bloodline of a fallen brother. I'm the last person that should play daddy. I'm a biker and am no role model, but being with a woman who is anything but basic and far from a club chick stirs a wind of chaos that I can't escape.

Sterling Crane is my idol, my inspiration, and my rival - and I'm determined to be the one who brings him to his knees. He has other ideas, of course, and I keep going back for more. I'm horrified when the news breaks that the bands we manage are merging, and we're all going to share a home like one big happy family. Horrified because I hate Sterling more than anything in this world, and because I know I'm not going to be able to stay away from him.

Dreams. I used to have them before the nightmares started. I dreamed of nice guys, love...normalcy. Things like reading the Sunday paper in bed with my lover. But who needs dreams when your reality is filled with a string of faceless, dominating men in uniform? Men who pack thick bulges and are only too happy to satisfy your sexual cravings. Me, that's who. Then he walked through the door and shared with me, a total stranger, his intimate dream of love.

Haven Hart stands on the edge of good and evil. Having balance between the two is the only thing keeping the town from crumbling to the ground. For years, one man has been charged with maintaining that balance - Poe. The air of mystery surrounding Poe is one of necessity. He's the keeper of secrets, and for good reason. He's stood alone against the most ruthless men and women, always hiding behind the curtain to help his friends defeat what seeks to destroy them.

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.

As the president of the Sin City Outlaw Motorcycle Club, I fuck as hard as I ride and rarely go to bed alone. The women are fast, and the violence is intense. I excel in both. People either respect me or fear me. I'm not arrogant. It's just the truth.

When Luca Ward was five years old, he swore he would love Imre Claybourne forever. Years later, when Luca finds himself shipped off to Imre's North Yorkshire goat farm in disgrace, long-buried feelings flare back to life. The lines around Imre's eyes may be deeper, the once-black night of his hair silvered to steel and stone . . . but he's still the same slow-moving mountain of a man whose quiet-spoken warmth, gentle hands, and deep ties to his Roma heritage have always, to Luca, meant home. The problem? Imre is more than twice Luca's age. And Luca's father's best friend.

It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters. I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us. That was five years ago. Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me.

This bundle includes Snow Storm, Triple Threat, and Raven's Hart.

In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world's female population sterile, the few women who remain fertile have become a precious commodity. They live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they must bear children to carry on the species.

Levity works the streets of Welcome Boulevard, begging people for money. It keeps food in his belly, a leaky roof over his head, and he gets to do it with his best friend, Clove. No, it's not the ideal life, but he does what he must to survive.

Being the vice president of the Sin City Outlaws Motorcycle Club comes with its perks. Respect, power, and easy women whenever I want. I have control in everything I do. Because of that, I wasn't expecting my president to put me on babysitting duty, and on a female cop of all fu--ing people. I kill law enforcement, not protect them. Alessandra pretends to be the good guy hiding behind that shiny badge. But I see the darkness dancing in her eyes, and it draws me to her in the worst way.

When one of THE Hawthorne brothers—known by their chiseled jawlines and their family-run farm and event center—hires me to be his virtual assistant, I do everything I can to keep him firmly in the work zone. His grumpy demeanor helps. His smoking hot profile picture does not. But even if I do have a crush (a very tiny one), I can't catch real feelings for a million different reasons. Besides the whole business part of our relationship, I'm a single mom. I have to think about what's best for my son. And my grumpy, divorced, humorless boss isn't exactly giving me "ready to be a stepdad" vibes.

I'm an animal, a member of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club that isn't capable of human compassion. So I've been told, anyway. Raven is my club's prisoner. I've been ordered to break her. It should be easy given my violent history. But being this close to a woman - this woman - for the first time in a long time, is like sharing company with the demon Lilith herself. She's my perfect toy. Filled with a dark rage. Blessed with perfected beauty. Sinfully sweet and wickedly divine. Everything about her solicits the demons inside me. I want to hear her screams.

Noah Wilson isn't exactly "life partner" material, and he sure as hell isn't "father material." He's my older brother's best friend, and has been off limits, sworn off, locked in the highest tower and out of reach since we met over 10 years ago. With his devilish good looks, tattoos, motorcycle, and trail of broken hearts and tears, I've had good reason to stay away from the bad boy my mother warned me about. Until one night. One stupid, regrettable night that changed both of our lives forever.

For years, he was known only as Blackrose's Blade, an elite assassin in the employ of the Crown. But after a mission cost him the use of his leg, Rourke Lindsay has unexpectedly inherited a dukedom . . . and along with it, the headache of a pair of hellion twins. Now, he's in dire need of a miracle. He just didn't expect her to be quite so tempting.

Life is pretty good for Clove; he's miles away from where he was a year ago. He has a roof over his head, food in his stomach, safety, security—even a job. And nothing means more to him than pleasing his boss . . . nothing. He wants Marcel, though the man is way out of his league. If Clove can't have Marcel's heart, he wants to earn his respect, and when he receives his first solo task, he is ready. At least until the mission results in a dead body.

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.