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Why did I let her go? I can't answer that. How do you expect me to answer that when I don't even know? I'm the Skull King. I never let anyone go. When I see her at the bar six weeks later, she's still the feisty handful that I remember. She owns the room in that tight dress and that fire. Now that she's not dirty in a locked cage...she's stunning. She cleans up good. I decide to say hello...and see what happens.

The boy I grew up loving is now the made man who broke my heart. I had one primary goal in life: to marry Don Caleb Accardi, give him lots of babies, and live happily ever after. Until he shattered my fantasy and destroyed my belief in love. His playboy status isn't the issue. I learned to live with his womanizing while patiently waiting on the sideline for him to truly notice me.

After being abandoned outside the gate of her village in the middle of the night as a baby, Cora has spent her life in this small village, avoiding the marriage lottery and the advances of men she considers boys, and working in her forge as the best blacksmith, even if no one will admit it. Until the Shamans come. They're looking for someone, or something. Cora has always had a temper, so when she sees the Shaman attempt to suck the soul of a boy, she stabs him mercilessly. One problem...Shamans can't be killed.

I’ve been abandoned by every man in my life—except for one. He arrived at the outskirts of Riviana Star just in time, and not only saved me, but the people I’ve come to consider my own. He pledged to be at my side always—and made me make the same promise in return. My heart can’t hold onto the anger and resentment a moment longer—not when I want this man for the rest of my life.

Omegas are supposed to be cherished. Protected. Loved. I thought I was—until my pack found their true scent match and threw me away like I meant nothing. They sent me to the Reassignment Center, where rejected omegas are supposed to find new packs. But omegas like me don't get fairy-tale endings. We get two choices: a low-class pack that no one else wants or the heat dens—where omegas are used until there's nothing left of them. After nine months in hell, I'll take any pack that will have me. Even if they're dangerous. Even if they live outside the law.

When alpha Vivienne Valentia strides into Bright Blessing's Wedding Planning, there's no doubt about it; she can make or break my career. With her endorsement, I could open my own wedding planner business—which is hard for an omega like myself—or she could destroy my future if I fail her expectations. She wants a grand wedding befitting a superstar, the kind that is my specialty. There's only one problem: her fiancée wants the wedding to be in a small town called Willowside, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.

I and Inferno—the powerful red dragon that’s fused his soul with mine—have agreed that the Death King must be exiled. We travel north to Riviana Star, the forest home of the elves and my father’s brother, Ezra. I assumed I would be welcomed with open arms, but I’m treated with only suspicion by Queen Eldinar. She grants me asylum in her forest because I’ve agreed to be their ally against the Death King—but begrudgingly.

James and Marla Weller are preparing for a relaxing weekend, when an unexpected blackout spreads far beyond their St. Louis suburb and starts a devastating chain reaction. But the disabled power grid was only the beginning of a national nightmare as their vehicles and cell phones won’t function either.

After meeting the sinfully handsome Navy SEAL, my life has changed... forever. After my brother's death, I felt like I needed to take control of my life, and it was a new era of drastic changes. That's when I met Operator Grim Reaper. My shell has been obliterated by him in all the best ways. Even though Danny makes me feel safe, I still catch myself looking over my shoulder.

Daniela is risk-averse, blazer-obsessed, and likes to be taken seriously. So when her record label job is on the line, she’s prepared to do anything to keep it. Except for working with the genre of music she hates most: reggaeton. It's supposed to inspire sensual hip-swinging dance moves and Dani’s hips do not swing—not like that anyway. Out of desperation, Dani lies and says she loves reggaeton. But not only does Dani get to keep her job, she gets a ticket to Puerto Rico . . . on a mission to clean up the scandalous image of international reggaeton singer Rene ‘El Rico’ Rodriguez.

I had no idea she was going to tell Damien. If I did, I would have stopped her. I would have told her the truth myself. Now I'm afraid I'm going to lose her, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Port Royal, South Carolina, was my home. I was born there. I fell in love there. And I nearly died there. I never thought I'd go back. Now, after so many years, I have to return to bury the man who made my life a living hell. Some nights, I used to cry myself to sleep, praying my father would die. Other nights were different. Other nights, there was him. Callan Cross.

Not everyone knows about the Club, which is by design. The main floor entertains the elite. There are dim lights and stolen touches, and the liquor flows to ensure the guests get exactly what they want. But it’s what lies beneath these floors, down the spiral staircase, that intrigues me the most. There’s a man who stays in the corner of the darkest rooms. In this world of sinful tastes, he is the ruler, the devil, the boss. Declan Cross. I knew him once when times were different, and the years have changed everything.

Everything changed the night he betrayed me, and now, the game has entered a new level. Galen did me a favor, reminding me the only person I can count on is myself, and I’m more determined than ever to avenge my father’s death and avoid the destiny Sinner has mapped out for me. Saint is used to calling the shots, but there are new rules, my rules, and if he wants me in his life, and in his bed, he’ll toe the line. They all will, because I can’t pull this off alone, and they owe me. Sinner thinks he’s in control, but forcing me into initiation plays right into my hands.

After an EMP destroys the nation's power grid, a family's strength is put to the test. With food and water in short supply, people scramble to secure resources. As the crisis unfolds, one family seeks sanctuary at a ranch on the city's outskirts. For Gabby, the only thing worse than failing to reach the ranch is failing to protect her family in this dangerous post-EMP world.

Austin's out on bail. Cecilia's missing. And it's all my fault. I I should have protected her—kept her safe. Instead, I pushed her away. If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. But if playing soccer's taught me anything, it's that I'm not afraid to fight for what's mine. On the field or off, I'll play dirty if I have to. Because losing her isn't an option. Not this time. Cecilia and me? We're endgame.

Crow Barsetti knows about me—and he doesn’t like it. I know he’s paying his top guys to dig up every piece of dirt they can find, but I don’t care what he discovers. There’s nothing I’ve done that he hasn’t done himself. All that matters is I love his daughter—and he’s going to accept it. I get a call in the middle of the night while Vanessa is dead asleep—and it’s him. He asks to meet in the back of one of his clubs, where we can speak without his daughter’s interruption. It’s the first time I’ve ever been nervous. Not because of who I’m meeting—but why.

A line was drawn in the sand. I made my choice. I picked her over him. But I begin to regret that choice, and when Raven wants to destroy the camp, I know I'll regret it even more.

When I tried to leave, Grave forced me to stay. He's obsessed with me, and not in the good kind of way. Griffin is out of the game, but he gives me a piece of information that can set me free. I travel to Cap-Ferrat, in the south of France, and find this powerful man. But he's not the least bit interested in helping me. Not for free, at least. If I want his protection, I'll have to make it worth his while.

It's complicated. Am I allowed to say that? Am I allowed to use that as an excuse to feel something toward the man that runs this place, the reason I'm here in the first place, as well as my sister, Raven? They call him The Boss. I call him Fender. And he calls me beautiful. I can tell myself I'm just using him to get what I want. But we both know that's not true.