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We're no longer in the demon realm and clicking my heels together won't get us home. One powerful thought somehow transported us away from a river of lava and into a land of icy winds and devastation. One powerful thought saved our lives. But a celebration is on hold while we focus on survival because there is no escape. Not unless the princes come for us. The trials are over. A monarch must be chosen. But if the princes don't find us soon, there'll be no one left to choose from.

Satan's killer found a way past my defenses and into my heart. He stole something valuable from me and that theft could cost me something even dearer. I'll have to race against time to stop him, and if I fail then our whole world could fall. I can't let that happen. Not on my watch.

I was really an idiot. How I didn't see the signs is beyond me . . . but yet, here I sit, holding the diamond ring I tried to place on my girlfriend's finger. Hopefully the whiskey will do its trick and help me forget the last three years ever happened. I'm such an idiot. Really, I am. I thought my boyfriend was going to propose tonight. Instead, I'm sitting here chugging vodka cranberries like they're water. I just want to forget the last couple years ever happened.

When Patrick stumbles across a cute maid watching a couple have sex at La Petite Mort Club, he can’t believe his luck. She’s sexy, curvy, and kinky. Just his type of lady. Until he discovers that she’s his best friend’s little sister, which puts her firmly in the “hands-off” department. Sparks fly and passions explode when Patrick is put in charge of the club and ordered to keep Annie out of trouble. How can he do that when every time he turns around, she’s watching another scene at the club, and he's dying to show her that playing is much more fun than watching?

Io is off to fight the Allfather, and that means Cam is in charge. He'll be the first to admit that isn't the old Titan's best idea, but there isn't any time for second-guessing. Io might be the Father of Dragons and Creator of the Mortal Realm, but he made it clear when he left Caesars Palace that he would lose that fight. That means Cam is the last line of defense between the Aesir and everything he cares about.

Sacrifices are acceptable when you're not the one making them. With Arty's life hanging in the balance, nothing else matters. Until it does. The rift in the abyss is opening. The world as we know it is about to end, and it turns out, I'm the only one who can stop it. It's time to face the ultimate truth. It's finally time to face Fate head on.

Monsters—shadows, gills, wings, and more. The things I fear crave me… and they’ve been here the whole time. Hiding, waiting, and wanting. Lurking, sneaking, and watching. Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. My family’s calling to fame terrifies me. The ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—I want nothing to do with it.

To the victor go the spoils. Winners rule, and losers drool. Those are the rules. That's how it's supposed to be. That's what Cam expected when he survived the Fae Confluence, won all three trials, and ended up the Lord of Winter. At the very least, he expected a high five and a pat on the back for a job well done. Instead, when he returned to the mortal realm, he was met with trigger-happy UN agents, a spoiled dragon, and a queen succubus who was ready to do anything to take him down.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

The first time I meet Damon, he rescues me from a nightmare. Literally. I’m stuck in a coma, and my mind is forcing me to relive the horrific accident that put me in this state over and over again. The gorgeous fae king is the only one who can give me peace. As if the dream can’t get any weirder, he tells me we’re soul mates. He says he can fix my banged-up brain. He wants to be my hero. Little does he know I just might end up saving him. Because once I wake up, the real challenge begins. A bunch of vengeful witches want him dead, and they’ll stop at nothing to seal his fate.

Chelsea Wilde here, gossip queen for BeanTown Sports Broadcasting. Boston can be a tough town for professional athletes, filled with gossip and whispers. About Ryan O'Rourke, the favorite son of BC hockey gone pro, we hear he has all those women, he has all that money. And our favorite is, he has that gigantic…well, there's some gossip we just can't repeat. I really need to find a new job. Being a sleazy gossip is crushing my soul after only one month. Especially when the gossip is all about my best friend's big brother. The one I had a massive crush on all my life.

Carrie-Anne Trombley has always been invisible. But behind her book-smart, snarky attitude is a girl desperate to know what it feels like to belong. Bryan Hughes has always been Mr. Popular. But behind his goofball, jock exterior is a guy desperate to know what it feels like to be wanted. It starts with a challenge; one last school project before graduation. There's no denying how much they get under each other's skin. There’s just one problem...the end of high school is right around the corner. And their plans for the future didn't include falling in love.

Blood will spill faster than bird seed when a Rossi marries a Moretti. I’ve spent a lifetime hiding in plain sight. A few tattoos, some hair dye, and it’s like I’m a brand new person. Invisible to my family, and our enemies. Until now.

Thorne Point sunk its claws in me at a young age. I refused to let its harsh truths snuff out my light. When an attempt to kidnap me is stopped, I know they'll never give up. The city's seedy underbelly won't let me escape forever. My only choice is to run into the arms of monsters for safety. The Crows have a terrifying reputation, and Levi Astor lives up to it. But my protective monster will never be worse than the ones who buried their ugliness deep in me.

Georgia wanted a prince, not a massive brute. When a clerical error lands her on a backwater planet with only anti-social Talen for company, she knows there’s been a mistake. The agency says it will take months to fix, but the more time she spends with Talen, learning about his surprising hidden depths and surrendering to his sensual embrace, the more she wonders if Celestial Mates was wrong, after all.

Set at a tropical luxury resort for shifters only, this quirky, fan-favorite series is a romantic thrill ride with humor and heart. Each book weaves into a compelling mystery about the island and the secrets that it’s hiding. A woman who is new to being a shifter, a handyman who can heal her heart, a dragon with a shameful secret, a mermaid with a seductive song, a beast, and a beauty. Come for the hot sand and cold drinks; stay for the love and laughs.

Peaceable needs a man to get her parents off her tail and stop their matchmaking. Desperate, she blurts out a made-up, surprise engagement to the worst, most aggravating man in the galaxy: Joseph Moonquest. Instant. Regret. The problem is that Joseph is the most insufferable, arrogant, and wildly attractive human male she’s ever met. Worse still, he takes news of their surprise engagement in stride. He’ll play her games. Joseph and the stunning alien woman have been circling each other for months. He’ll be the best fake fiancé in the cosmos. Game on.

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. Instead it’s brought me more than I ever bargained for. My family’s calling to fame—the ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—it's time I wield it.

The devil came to me in disguise. Too bad I didn’t notice until it was far too late. Vanessa: The devil doesn’t always wear an evil mask. Sometimes, he appears in the most beautiful form. Like the super-hot bad boy with the dirty-blond hair and a wicked glint in his blue eyes who swept in out of nowhere, stealing all the air from my lungs. I thought he was my savior. But he’s my ruination. And he’s just taken a machete to my heart.

Boston Hawks left wing and bad boy personified, Easton is untouchable, reckless, and sexier than any one man ought to be. He has a complicated past, makes questionable life choices, and doesn't want anyone growing too close. Least of all me. East makes himself clear on his first day out of rehab, when we become reluctant roommates. At best, I'm angling for friendship. But soon, East is lowering his guard and we're bonding. When we cross a line there's no coming back from, he spirals, jeopardizing his recovery and my heart.