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Ryker Weylyn was never the same after rogue wolves tragically killed his mate when he was young. Now bitter and angry at the world, he spends his days hunting down the monsters that took everything away from him. But when circumstances force him to return home after five years of being away, he's shocked to find that his mate is very much alive and breathing. The only problem is, she doesn't remember him.

I finally know the truth of my identity: I am not human. And it’s time I stop pretending that I am. If only I could control these rare, unique powers long enough to defeat my enemies. Because the fae gate is now open and the entire fae realm thinks I’m the villain.

When our vampire friend, Nora, reaches out for help, what choice do I have but to try? At least that’s what I tell myself when I open a doorway into an unfamiliar realm—the result being that I reunite Nora with her long-dead vampire lover. Kind of weird, I know, but that’s not the problem.

Just when we thought the threats we were facing might finally be gone, a magical attack forces us to realize we couldn’t be more wrong. As if the supposed “Pureblood” witches would stop trying to take down magical mutts like us. Among them these days is our old friend, Zachary, and if he’s behind the attack he’s right in thinking we haven’t forgotten how he betrayed us. Which may be why he decided to strike first. Like they say, there’s no animal more dangerous than one who fears itself cornered.

Knowledge of the Dragon Tongue was buried ages ago. Without it, no human can be bound to a dragon, nor wield their magic against the sorcerous tyrant King Onyx. Cora knows her grandmother's stories of the old dragon riders by heart. But to her, they’re nothing more than fairy tales…until she encounters a dragon and discovers, to their mutual shock, that the lessons her grandmother taught her actually allow them to understand one another. As her friendship with the dragon, Alaric, grows, a bond between them begins to form. Can she be the start of a new age of dragon riders?

Vampire Christian Moore has spent his entire life, both human and immortal, fighting for the respect of his peers. He has codes he lives by. Strict moral codes, both in his personal life and his work. And he doesn't break them. Ever. Until he finds himself at the carnal mercy of a woman with eyes like the midday sky and hair the colors of a summer sunset. His craving for her is unnatural, and watching her dance makes his blood burn like acid in his veins. But he can't not watch her.

Elsa is struggling. Her formative, exhilarating relationship—with a couple—has abruptly ended, leaving her depressed and directionless in her childhood bedroom. The man and the woman were her bosses, lovers, and cultural guideposts. In the relationship’s wake, Elsa scrolls aimlessly through the internet in search of meaning.

I hurt thinking of what may have happened to you. I hurt knowing that wherever you are, you're unable to get back to us. I hurt knowing that I've failed in finding you. I hurt knowing I'm either crazy believing that you're out there somewhere, and I hurt thinking you aren't. Our little Lexington is six months old and cutting her first tooth. She's healthy and happy, and every day, she looks more and more like you.

I finally know who I am, and it terrifies me. Worse, I think it also terrifies my hot vampire boyfriend, Bran Duval. Can we get past the latest revelations about my origins and newfound power? Will Bran ever look at me the same way again? We have to figure things out if we’re to defeat the enemy that’s coming. Because they're closer than we think.

Zenya was a teenager when she ran away from home to join the mechanically-modified warrior sect. She was determined to earn mechanized wings and protect the people and city she loved. Under the strict tutelage of a mercurial, charismatic leader, Zenya became Winged Zemolai. But after twenty-six years of service, Zemolai is disillusioned with her role as an enforcer in an increasingly fascist state. After one tragic act of mercy, she is cast out and loses everything she worked for.

Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can't walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions. It should be easy: a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I'll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we're happily married without falling in love.

Eira Davies thought a bar napkin sketch of her best friend's handsome brother was harmless fun—until he caught her in the act. One steamy night later, Lucas McKinney was supposed to be nothing more than a fun memory.

In The Indian Card, Carrie Lowry Schuettpelz grapples with these contradictions. Through in-depth interviews, she shares the stories of people caught in the mire of identity-formation, trying to define themselves outside of bureaucratic processes. With archival research, she pieces together the history of blood quantum and tribal rolls and federal government intrusion on Native identity-making.

Ranger Weylyn is haunted by a promise he doesn't know how to keep. Consumed by guilt and anger, he starts a downward spiral he doesn't know how to stop. Until she shows up. Winslow Montgomery is haunted by ghosts. Resigned to her fate, she does her best to help them move on and find peace. When a spirit appears and asks for her help, Winslow agrees to travel across the country in search of a mystery man named Ranger.

As if being locked up in the crazy house wasn’t bad enough, I wake up to discover that the person I trust most in the world just morphed into a bloodthirsty monster. My only chance for escape comes in the form of two women calling out from within a shimmering tunnel. So, it's either stick around and get murdered or jump through some kind of portal.

Thorna is a fae queen and has fallen for a mortal who relishes dark tales. Before she reveals her true nature to him, she hopes to win his heart by writing him stories of her own. But when the time comes for the mortal to discover what she truly is, will he accept her love or push her away?

Three words to describe Kennedy Carter? Smart. Driven. Killer legs. See also: my last hope of winning a national football championship. Okay, so technically that’s more than three, but I’ve got bigger problems at the moment. Thanks to a drunken dare, Waverly University is short a kicker and with the home opener in three weeks, I’ll do whatever it takes to lead my team to victory. Even if it means poaching talent from the women’s soccer team. Or recruiting a sassy, STEM-loving feminist who wants nothing to do with football or me.

Newly separated and on the verge of divorce, I'm not looking for love, just a happy life for my daughter and myself in Blue Valley. While visiting my college roommate, Lila, in New York City during my daughter's court appointed visit with her father, I literally run into the most attractive man I've ever seen. As if his piercing blue eyes and incredible build aren't enough to give me pause, he also has a British accent. Later that day I find myself in his presence again. He's Lila's newest client and one of the biggest rock stars in the world.

All Callie wants for Christmas is to hibernate. She's still reeling from being dumped by her childhood sweetheart, and under no circumstances will she go home for the holidays considering her ex will be right next door with his new, perfect partner. Callie is officially in grinch mode, but her meddling sister, Anita, won’t let her give up on life, love, and Christmas quite so easily.

Sutton is like a delicate wildflower sprouting up between cracks in the cement. She's beautiful, unexpected, and life-giving, especially after spending the last five years in prison. The first time I saw her at the clubhouse, my knees buckled and I grew so lightheaded I thought I would faint. She's skittish, however. I don't know what she's been through, but my girl can barely look at her own shadow without shrinking away from the darkness.