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Dommik was a monster, a Monster Hunter, and an alpha. Part of an elite group that dealt with the horrors of the universe. At least that was what everyone at the spaceport was whispering as he walked by. A Cyborg, a hunter, a beast with eyes as dark as the pits of Hell and the stride of a predator. Katalina was a nobody who was intimate with death. It clung to her like a shroud, It followed her like the plague, and infected her like a parasite. When she overheard that the Monster Hunter needed an assistant, she took the job.

Lexi Jardine may be a thief, but she's not stupid. When a crooked fireshaper wants her to steal a ring from the boss of his order, she knows it's a one-way ticket to sleeping with the fishes. Her answer is to drop off the face of the earth. Safely hidden in a quiet seaside town, she just needs to keep her head down and pretend to be a regular human. Since her only magical ability is the power to control animals, that should be easy, right?

It's Christmas, and I, ex-witch Stevie Cartwright, declare this my favorite time of year. I love the decorations! The food! The Hallmark Channel holiday specials! This year promises to be better than ever because for the first time in a very long time, I'm going to have more than just Cheez Whiz, Triscuits, and the wish to be surrounded by family and friends. My carefully planned holiday bonanza includes all the usual suspects.

After a bumpy start as the only female demon hunter in the top secret Brotherhood of David, Nava heads to Prague for her first undercover mission: unmasking a demon movie star. She’d be all kinds of thrilled if it weren’t for the fact that her fellow hunter-with-benefits, Rohan, has reclaimed his rock star status and assigned Nava the role of groupie.

He's the Bone Crusher. A man in a mask. His face is hidden alongside his intentions. He doesn't do things for free . . . or to be nice. So just how did Nia end up stuck on a ship with him by her side? She'd wanted adventure, but Ka'Cit Urgmental was SO. MUCH. MORE. It's obvious he's only come to help her get back to the Sanctuary. That's all. BUT . . . when he starts looking at her as if she's meant to be in his arms, in his bed . . . his, it soon becomes clear that things aren't that simple.

I’m running a coven and trying to break a curse so we can stop the fabric of reality from unraveling around us…and I am screwing it up every chance I get. I don’t have time for romance, yet Fate had the audacity to send a possible soulmate my way. A demon who has the power to save us all…if only I could wrangle him into submission. A demon who's more like me than I care to admit. Working with Mayhem is like working with a bigger, beefier, masculine version of myself, and I have to say…I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Even worse…

His job as an Enforcer, his place in the world, and his ability to bond with a mate. All he has left is a made-up job with the Nashville wolf pack, tracking down nonexistent rogue shifters in the daytime, and running his wolf like a demon at night. Then one night, his wolf gets caught in a bear trap, and a human woman risks everything to save his mangled leg - and his life. Mina Reston is trying to hold her life together, struggling to re-establish herself as a veterinary surgeon and animal researcher. She has no time for the scorching hot guy who hits on her in the local coffee shop.

Stevie here, and I'm happy to report we've settled into our new lives and found a modicum of peace since our last death-defying incident. Mostly....My International Man of Mystery continues to lay low here in Ebenezer Falls until we can sort out his earthbound credentials, but we have a routine and as the holiday season begins, we're ready to do a little celebrating. In the midst of us adjusting to life together, a surprise visitor shows up, knocking us both for a loop, but for two entirely different reasons.

It was supposed to be a routine drug bust. Arrest some magic jerks and move on, but then a fellow operative is murdered, and Aviva is thrust into a perilous black ops mission to disprove corruption charges. Meanwhile, her half-sister is being blackmailed for being an infernal, and as Avi struggles to protect her, she's set on a collision course with the one person she hoped to never meet. And just when she thought things couldn't get any crazier, her ex drops a bomb about second chances.

When last we met, good people, the biggest wish I've ever made came to fruition. My outrageously handsome, smart, sometimes persnickety (read mostly persnickety) Spy Guy, Winterbottom, is finally here on earth with me, recuperating from his afterlife jaunt. Sure, he can be a difficult patient. Add in the fact that some of the spells I've cast to make this dream a reality have had repercussions (an understatement), and it's been sheer chaos. When my favorite men decide that I should take a day for myself, I hesitantly head out. And then I die. You can imagine, it only goes downhill....

My afterlife has sunk to a new level of desperate, all because some badass demon banished my friends to the fourth dimension of the fiery pit. When I signed up for this rescue mission, nobody told me about the bugs, hives, and sweltering heat. That I could handle. Add to that a sinfully sexy boyfriend with serious ex-fiancee issues, three temperamental giants, a psychotic demon dentist, and a really hungry soul-sucking dragon, and this trip to Hell has become the trip from Hell.

When last we met, dear friends, a man had come calling, claiming to be Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, my dead British ex-spy. A notion I'd find ludicrous, if the handsome imposter didn't, in fact, look exactly like my dead British ex-spy. But there's no time for that mystery when a quiet walk on our private stretch of beach turns up something far more pressing - another tragedy in my beloved small Washington town. That's right. I, Stevie Cartwright, ex-witch turned amateur sleuth, have stumbled upon another murder. But this time it's closer to home, more personal.

On the morning before her 67th death, it is business as usual for Jesse Sullivan: meet with the mortician, counsel soon-to-be-dead clients, and have coffee while reading the latest regeneration theory. Jesse dies for a living, literally. As a Necronite, she is one of the population's rare two percent who can serve as a death replacement agent, dying so others don't have to. Although each death is different, the result is the same: a life is saved, and Jesse resurrects days later with sore muscles, new scars, and another hole in her memory.

Lucky . . . isn't. In fact, she's considered 'off limits' to the Bedlam Butchers because she's caused them nothing but bad luck in the past. As a bonus? She's also the president's kid sister. Single and lonely? That's Lucky's way of life. Now, the Eighty-Eight Henchmen are harassing her and they're out for blood.

They say bad things come in threes, and the De Luca brothers have trouble written all over them. Matteo, Vito, Enzo. Their ruthless reputation has followed them all the way from Italy to New York City, and they're here to collect what they were promised. I'm not supposed to care that they're enticing, my favorite kind of temptation. I'm here on a mission to wipe the slate of my sordid past clean. But one taste is all it takes to have me questioning my plan. I'm sinking faster than I can piece together a way out.

The flowers are in bloom, the songbirds are singing, and the tourists have begun to flock to the small coastal town of Paramour Bay for the Spring Festival. All is going according to plan, but Raven Marigold has one itsy-bitsy loose end to tie up regarding a possible warlock posing as one of the townsfolk. There has to be a simple solution, right?

I know they’re delivering breeders to my luxurious apartment - excuse me, cage - to entice me to choose a mate. What I don’t know is why. The joke’s on them though. My mate comes, unseen, to clean my quarters twice a week. But tonight, she’s waiting for me in my bedroom, tempting me in all her red-headed, defiant glory. Great Mother Beast help me, I want to claim her. Free her. Avenge her. But she serves the man who enslaved me, and I don’t know what they want from the pair of us. If I mate her, they win. If I don’t mate her, I lose my mind.

Supernatural PI Aster Night is closing in on a killer but soon finds herself caught in the cross fire of some pitch-black magic. Demon magic. The only way to save herself - and the world - is to catch the killer before he strikes again. She's going to need every bit of magical help she can get...including the assistance of her three drop-dead-sexy new boyfriends.

I'm a werewolf King who chose to step down out of grief for my mate. For centuries I've been alone, choosing to live a life of modesty despite the wealth surrounding me. I deserve to be punished. I crave things I have no business craving. And it is manifesting itself in a way I'm terrified I won't be able to control any longer. Especially since she arrived: a vampire orphan - beaten beyond recognition. My blood calls to her in a way that makes no sense. I'm a wolf. She's a vampire. The two don't mate.

Liz will do anything to get away from her evil guardian, and she was prepared to disguise herself as a boy and look for work as a ranch hand. When Caroline, a stranger on the train next to her, sees through her "boy" disguise, and begs her to take her place as a mail-order bride, Liz doesn't hesitate long before saying yes. It's got to be easier than working on a ranch, and as a married woman with a new name, she'll be out of her guardian's clutches forever.