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Abruptly taken from her normal existence on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Ismini Harrovnian is thrust into a reality where dimensions beyond her wildest dreams intertwine, and where gods reign with both power and anguish. An ancient promise binds her fate—a promise made by Dyletri, the God of Lust, who lost the woman he loved. In his grief-fueled desperation, he agreed to sacrifice Ismini in the distant future. As Ismini grapples with her new reality, she is confronted by a shocking revelation—she carries a mysterious illness.

Fiery blue eyes. Hungry red lips. Tattoo-covered hands… hands that never let go… Mikhail Zhirkov is the perfect villain. Ruthless. Powerful. Hot as hell. So, when I'm blackmailed into delivering a mysterious package to the former Bratva boss, I know I'm in deep trouble. But it's not just fear I feel. It's hate, too. He killed my father. Stole his crown. Cast my family aside. Now I'm walking up to his doorstep, secret envelope in hand, no idea what's inside… until the devil's sinful smile reveals all.

I've always been the quiet brother in my MC. I prefer my bike and my computers to most people. Until I set eyes on Scarlett Crawford, the curvy new clerk at Gatsby Books. Now, I'm spending all my time looking for reasons to stalk the bookshop. When I find out someone is harassing my woman, all bets are off. And whoever is bothering her will answer to me and my MC.

Rat’s MC took down one cartel leader. Now, his five brothers are coming for them. They need alliances fast. Teaming with the Italians and the Bratva could solve the problem. But those guys? They don’t exactly get along.

This isn't a fairytale. My Prince Charming is a dark king. A ruthless ruler. A corrupt business man. A vampire. For centuries he's reigned alone. But I'm here now and I'm coming for my throne. I'm no longer the princess in the tower. Or the damsel in distress. I've been traded and treated like a pawn. It's time they learn they're dealing with a Queen.

Fear pounds through me every time I approach the man in room #526. But I put on my big girl panties and deal because I'm a nurse, and helping people is all that matters. I moved across country to a hell mouth with my fiancé who then dumped me. But I found a new job, got a new apartment, and the new me isn't going to be cowed down by some big, scary guy. Even if he is becoming more monster than man.

I’m broken. I’m well aware of this singular fact of my life. Even as I stitch up patients, correcting their imperfections, I know that there is no cosmetic surgery that will fix what’s broken inside of me. Which is why I don’t let anyone get too close. I learned early on, most people can’t be trusted. The ones who were entrusted with protecting you can do the most harm. So I deal with life the only way I learned how. I fight. On the days when work gets to me, or the memories from my past become too much, I head to the Underground.

Crusher gets under my skin in ways I never could've imagined. He's been relentlessly pursuing me at every turn since the night I snuck out of his bed. Not that I owe him any kind of explanation, but I had my reasons for leaving. Good ones that include the eleven-year-old boy I'm now solely responsible for.

What is a life? A collection of memories? A series of glorious highs and heartrending lows? Is it a purpose, cumulative or singular? Or is it something more? Something beyond what is tangible or immaterial? Something beyond even what is found within us. Is it a million little touches? A thousand laughing smiles? Hundreds of shed tears and dozens of stolen kisses on a few desperate sighs? Is it the thread of yourself that you leave behind in those around you? The lives you're unknowingly fated to change simply by existing.

I live by the rules I set for myself, with one core belief at the forefront of everything I do… I protect what's mine. With too many demons to face and no direction in my life, I joined the Navy as soon as I turned eighteen, and I became a machine. A precision weapon. The elite of the elite. On SEAL Team One, I did what was necessary to protect my country. I learned that I thrive under pressure in high-stakes situations, and when I moved back to New York, I found a new way to channel the storm raging inside of me. At least for a while. I trained to become a Dominant and never looked back.

The world teeters on the brink of a fated apocalypse and time is running out. The Fae have one chance to save the earth from the demons that seek to possess its inhabitants . . . but there is no promise of victory when three prophecies foretell three outcomes—all with separate victors. Worse, Cassie is without Orion, who has fallen prey to a scheming demon prince and transformed into her most deadly foe. Racing against the clock to fulfill the only prophecy that will keep them alive, she must find a spell that will bring the young queens into their full power before war is upon them.

Ming would’ve loved to finish her residency in peace, having nothing to do with bossy, possessive bikers. But that just wasn’t an option—not after her friends dragged her into MC business. Now, the only way out is to find who is responsible for bringing Fentanyl-laced drugs into her hospital...and to keep her mind (and hands) off a certain broody, sexy biker.

Jace Dawson is less than a year away from accomplishing everything he's spent the past decade striving for. Not only has playing professional football been the dream since he was a kid, the financial incentive isn't one he could walk away from even if he wanted to. That is, until a chance collision has the unexpected outcome of making Jace realize he might want something more than the goal he's spent most of his life pursuing. Might want someone more.

Bridget knew that loving Gunnar would bring danger into her life, and she’d made her peace with that. He was worth it. But it wasn’t Gunnar who put a target on her back. That honor belonged to her father. Now, she’ll do anything to prove she’s not a liability to Gunnar’s MC—no matter what the personal cost might be....

Remi’s had all she can take. Losing her dad nearly destroyed her, but she doesn’t have time to fall apart. She needs to run his business and finish college. Romance is nowhere on her agenda. And she especially doesn’t have time for the sexy biker who does bad, bad things to her concentration.... Steel wasn’t looking for love, either—until he saw Remi. He knew she was his at a glance. Now all he has to do is convince her of that. Easy, right? If only...

Everything in life has a price. Nothing is ever freely gifted. The universe always comes, whether in the brightest, cheek-aching second of the day or the darkest, most plaintive hour of the night, to collect its payment. To rattle and shake your world. To slither into the illusion of Eden painted by strokes of lies and deceit. And I had left the door open for it, welcoming the thief into my house to steal what was dearest to me. Even if I had done every unthinkable, irrational, detestable thing to prevent it.

The Moonlight Wraith is hungry to regain his stolen throne, and he claims I have the magic he needs to secure his vengeance. He must have lost his sanity along with his kingdom, because the only true ability I possess is wielding my smart mouth at times I shouldn't. So I do what any drunk human trying to survive in a supernatural world might do—I throw up on his shoes.

After the majority of his body is destroyed during a high-risk operation, Aiden Thorn is subjected to an experimental, potentially lifesaving procedure… one he never tacitly agreed to undergo. With no choice but to see the unorthodox new process through, he accepts his fate and works to adapt to his new life. But when an intergalactic corporation steps in and essentially claims ownership of Aiden and everyone like him, he is forced to do the two things he does best… survive, and fight.

Noah Scotch is revered in Boston, a veritable god on the ice. I’m a nerdy, newly minted college professor who would rather color code my planner than hit the club scene. Noah shouldn’t look at me twice but when he does, I falter. Who can blame me? The sweet talker with the deliciously chiseled abs and sinful chocolate eyes is a force. On and off the ice. One hot and intense night with Noah has me second guessing my lack of a dating life. Friends with benefits? He offers, I dive in headfirst.

Nathan Bailey was the one that got away. After leaving our hometown for college, he never looked back. Ten years later, he walked into my bakery. His sweet-talking is impossible to ignore, but so are the miles between Tennessee and California. The now billionaire tech-mogul always has his eyes set on the next big project, but now they're set on me.