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Mayhem is the most difficult, infuriating man I have ever laid eyes on. So why is it that all I can think about is laying…ahem…myself on him? My sister thinks he and I are fated mates. I think she's taken one too many hits with a basilisk's tail. Me, fated to a demon prince? Not a chance.

Lassiter Adams is the ruiner, as in, he's digging up acres and acres of land for what he claims will be condos on the premise that he has every right to do it because he's an Adams, too. Not to mention, he had the most money to pay the back taxes no one knew the Adams owed and piles of money talks where the Cedar Glen town council is concerned. When he shows up with his cash, a few backhoes, and an attitude bigger than all of Cedar Glen, chaos ensues.

Julia Lawrence, highly successful pet boutique entrepreneur and all 'round sexually liberated werewolf, needs a place to invest the gobs of money she's been making hand over fist since she opened her store. Enter lion (roar!), Xavier Wolf from Pride Investments. The hot financial advisor who's come to advise her how to invest all her lovely money, also a shifter who happens to be equally liberated. When the two meet, it's explosive and hot, steamy shenanigans ensue. They both agree, they're only in this for their undeniable physical attraction to one another.

I've got a secret and I haven't told a soul: I'm pregnant to my deadbeat ex-husband and thousands of dollars in debt. So when the chance comes up to become an escort with Monstrous Deals, I jump at it. After all, it sounds like my dream job. I wear pretty lingerie, I flirt and serve drinks, and the perks are I can play with a whole herd of unicorns if I want to? Sign me up! I'm in my ho era, OK. Gotta have fun while I can. Only one of the herd won't stop watching me.

I've found a fragile happiness with my two men, Beast and Muscle, Warlords of the Bedlam Butchers. Our threesome works so well that I can't imagine a day without them . . . or a night without both in my bed. But a rival MC has decided that what's in the past shouldn't stay there. With loads of blackmail information on the line, Beast might be going back to prison unless we can make a deal. But what the other club is asking for is nothing less than me, in a stranger's bed.

I love Beast and Muscle. The two brutal Warlords of the Bedlam Butchers have taken me into their arms and their life. Nothing can ruin my happiness . . . except the rest of the club. They're tough, rowdy, and everything I'm not. It's clear I need to fit in or hit the road, because I can't make my guys choose between me and the Butchers. To make matters worse, cocky, outrageous Muscle has shut down entirely. Something's bothering him, bringing war flashbacks with it, and it's threatening to destroy our fragile new relationship.

Shy knows just who the snitch is, too—it's her older brother. But she can't do anything about it, because Shy's got no one to protect her. If she tells what she knows, her brother's going to sell her out to his new, dangerous buddies. If she keeps quiet, she's still at risk from the Butchers. She needs someone at her back. Enforcers Muscle and Beast are the perfect solution . . . if she has the guts to make a play.

People think being haunted is a bad thing. That’s because they’ve never visited The Curiosity Curio. The spirits who linger in my store dance the jitterbug, look after the plants, and gossip about long-dead relatives. Even though no one believes me about my mediumistic gifts, it’s my job to aid these lost souls. I can help them, even if I gave up hoping to find someone who understood me long ago.

Poppy’s uncontrollable mind-reading magic makes her an outcast in the Manhattan magical community, but when an enchanted statue is stolen from an exclusive organization of witches, she’s recruited to track down the thief. With the help of her beloved Irish wolfhound and an old friend from out of town, Poppy must follow the clues through magical New York—a mysterious lab, a fake date, and the heart of an old neighborhood—to solve the mystery of the dancing statue!

All white witch Samantha Sinclair wants is for life to go back to normal. But on the eve of the grand reopening of Damien's restaurant, trouble shows up in the form of a pack of shifters bent on wreaking havoc. A storm is brewing, a hurricane that devours magic and all who wield it. Can Sam find a way to protect her extended supernatural family? Or will she lose everything and everyone she's grown to love?

Gaston Bellevue has been single for 100 years. He's a bat-shifting vampire who has amassed a fortune, runs a B and B for supes, and is living his best death in the Big Easy. When his drunken bat collides with a windshield, and he finds himself locked in a cage at an animal sanctuary, death as he knows it is about to turn batshift crazy.

New witch Samantha Sinclair is in over her head. There isn't a healer alive who can teach her how to use her magical gifts. When she unearths an ancient grimoire that belonged to a magical practitioner from the lost colony at Roanoke, she decides not to look gift cougars in the mouth. But the more she reads, the more Sam realizes that the similarities between herself and the long-dead healer aren't mere coincidence. It's like she's reading about her life. One son who became alpha. Check. Two dominant shifters vying for her attention. Check. A lost community never to be heard from again? Uh oh.

When Raya the witch goes to Paris to up her witchcraft game, the demon Phoenix follows her—much to her annoyance. She knows better than to fall for a sarcastic, devil-may-care pleasure-seeker like him…or so she thinks. Everything bores Phoenix beyond words—except Raya. Not that he’d ever admit it, even to himself. But when he accidentally eats enchanted macarons, all hell breaks loose—and Raya is the only one who can save him from a relentless witch who’s out to imprison all of demonkind.

Succubus Katrina is fasting for her freedom. If she can ignore her demonic urges long enough, Satan will eventually forget about her, and she'll be free. Just because she isn't getting it on doesn't mean she can't help the supes of New Orleans do the pants-off dance-off.

After spending ten months in magic-abuse jail for a crime she doesn't remember committing, accident-prone witch-in-denial Bernice Sutton is zapped to the small paranormal town of Paris, Texas. With Miss Fee Line, her kitty drag-queen by her side, Bernie just wants to fulfill the terms of her parole so she can get back to Boston and dig into the mystery of her parents' deaths and her witch lineage. But Bernie's quickly distracted by the town's cast of magical characters, from Winnie—the sassy owner of the local witch halfway house—to the entire posse of Poise Pad wearers at the senior center.

Cozy Meadows, a middle school music teacher, is a little low on spirit this holiday season. After being abandoned by her fiance Finn Donovan months earlier, she's just not the same. When her werewolf friend Calla asks her to head up Hallow Moon Senior Center's Christmas recital for the Council of Elders and the residents of Paris, she dives in head first. What better way to keep her mind busy while she tries to get over the hunky Finn? Until Finn comes back to their hometown of Paris, Texas.

When Erin thoughtlessly lays a curse on Mark, her cheating ex-husband, she doesn’t expect a well-dressed Great Earl of Hell to show up in her kitchen to fulfill the curse (and make damn good coffee while he’s at it). Andromalius specializes in wickedness and revenge. He’s ready, willing, and able to rain down hell on Erin’s ex—but when Mark announces a hasty new marriage, Erin needs more than just revenge.

I had her. She was mine. They took her away. Lyriope Morelli is the dream I’ve been chasing. My obsession isn't gone, my hunger’s not satiated. I won't rest until I find her and claim her again. I won't rest until I've dragged her safely back to Wonderland. Villains don’t get the happily ever after written for them in the story. And I'm the villain of this story; vicious and calculating, terrifying in my whims. Which is why, when it comes to my queen of hearts…the game has just begun.

Mythology buff Quinn Morris has always wanted to visit Greece, where her inner hardcore romantic envisioned proposing to her boyfriend. And she's finally here—with her friend Ingrid. She might not have found love at the Parthenon, thanks to her cheating ex, but she has found big boobies . . . and swirly purple eyes . . . and sparkling skin. Oh, and Greek hottie Khristos, who claims to be descended from a goddess and swears Quinn's the new Aphrodite.

Werewolf Ella Stills has just one question: What exactly does it take to leave one's life mate? Particularly when said life mate is a stubborn, stupid-headed, liar-liar-pants-on-fire cheater? Apparently the answer is . . . amnesia. Not hers. His. Crosby Nash, Mr. Hotshot super-fine Lycan Lawyer, has gone and gotten himself conked on the head. Not only does he no longer remember Ella, their recent separation, or his dastardly cheatin' heart—Crosby doesn't even remember that he's a werewolf.