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He’s my enemy, my nightmare, and my forbidden solace. In a world full of monsters who control the secret society and the Bratva, I made the fatal mistake of falling for the worst one of them all. My brother’s best friend—Zakh Volkova. He was one of the most powerful men in Boston, and we were off-limits to each other. Until he crossed the line for me. We saw each other in secret, and I gave myself to him.

Starting over after my father’s sudden death was bad enough, but the four boys who rule Alstone College, my new university, are determined to make my life even more difficult. One in particular. Caiden Cavendish. My nightmare. My shadow. My stepbrother. My dad’s death was an accident. Lie. My life isn’t in danger. Lie. The Four won’t bring mayhem to my life. Lie. I don’t want Caiden Cavendish. Lie. Lies. Lies. Lies.

Andi Smyth has a PhD in Medicinal Botany…and a huge crush on her Kindred Protector, a tall, muscular Hybrid called Cade. But despite the obvious attraction between them, Cade will never make a move on her…and Andi can’t figure out why. Cade knows his Hybrid status will keep him from being able to Bond with the curvy scientist he’s protecting, so he does his best to keep his distance—even though he wants her badly. But everything changes when the two of the crash land on Zo’rath Three—otherwise known as “Oblivion.”

I never wanted any part of my family’s revenge, but no one asked my opinion when my oldest brother handed out the brides during Lammas. Now, I’m saddled with Monroe, heir to the Amazon faction. She’s as deadly as she is wild and the opposite of the woman I really want. Shiloh. My best friend.

A man hides among the broad leaves. He's almost feral. There are secrets in his cabin. Desire, too. Carter doesn't want to care about beautiful June. He doesn't want to care about the mysterious and sensual man who's almost part of the wilderness. Scorching chemistry draws all three of them deeper.

Do you know the one thing you should never do at work? Your boss. Sadly, following that particular piece of advice is much easier said than done. Ronan Maxwell is hands down the sexiest man I’ve ever met. He’s also the pushiest, most demanding, and most arrogant SOB on the planet. And even though I can’t stand him, I never stop wondering how his ridiculously pretty mouth would feel against my skin. Or whether or not that bulge in his pants is as impressive as it seems.

Beaten, drugged, and tied, I sink beneath the surface. Water invades my mouth. It seeps down my throat and fills my lungs until breathing becomes a desperate memory. My only hope are the three men who know the evil of my attacker. If I make it through this, we can’t fail again. A murderer needs to be found. Caleb needs to pay for what he did to me. He has another woman held hostage, bound, and gagged. But she’s not the only one. There are others who will befall the same fate as me if Caleb and his friends aren’t stopped.

Fed up with play kink, Grace Warner moves to an island that embraces voluntary enslavement to be with a man she met online. Within hours of her arrival, everything is ripped from her, and she quickly learns play is preferable to reality.

 Welcome to Midnight Fae Academy. Home of the Dark Arts. Vampires. And cruelly handsome fae. A forbidden bite led to my capture and recruitment. There are no flowers here. No life. Only death. I’m an Earth Fae who doesn’t belong here. They can play their little mind games all they want, but I'm going to find a way back to my elemental world. Even if it kills me. Except, Headmaster Zephyrus is one step ahead of my every move. 

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

The first time she knew real happiness was when she found out that the man who raised her wasn't her real father. She thought there couldn't be monsters in the world that were any worse than the monster she had called 'daddy' for most of her life. Then she stumbled into the world of demons. The Demon King knew the second his fated mate had been brought into the world. After living years too numerous to count, it meant little to him other than to keep him from living as he had. He now belonged to only one female—and he would have to wait years for her to mature enough to matter.

Isolation, darkness, and rotting flesh surround me, suffocate me, but I am the vile ruler who controls it all. I long for warmth, yet all that I touch is cold. Then, she stumbles in to my domain, lost and frightened, alone and confused. And I terrify her even more. She calls me the devil, so I show her pleasure, like only the devil can. I am the heat that stirs her flesh, the longing that trembles her bone. She begs her body to refuse, to escape my embrace, but I am her master, the puppeteer of passion. I am the King of Flesh and Bone. Welcome to my court, little one.

They raided my club. Destroyed everything I own. And stole the man I love. Now, it’s up to us to get him back. But we aren’t the only ones searching.

I’ve revealed my true identity, taking the city and Holywell Academy by storm, but the heads of Spencer, Hargraves, and Ferrero continue to underestimate me. They think I’m an annoying little gnat trying to play at being an Heir, and that will make it all the sweeter when I take everything from them.

Women hire me, pay me an absorbent amount of money, to teach them the art of...oral stimulation. I'm what people have referred to as a "professional blower." When I was in college, it was a great way to make money, needing the extra cash to get me through school. By the time I graduated, I saw the potential to earn more than my degree would ever be able to offer me. I had a good run...until my ex's new girlfriend hired me to teach her how to please him. Or so I thought.

Lacey Daughtry's perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother's murder in the line of duty. Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone calls, she turns to her brother's best friends and fellow officers for protection...and comfort. Spending time in close contact with Mason and Tyler, the two men she's dreamed of since her first girlhood crush, seems like the answer to a prayer. Especially when they begin to explore the desire she's harbored for so long.

Single Dad of Seattle, Aaron Steele isn't a single dad at all. He's a retired Navy SEAL whose sister just died, leaving him to raise her newborn daughter all by himself. Only he has no clue how to be a dad - let alone a single dad. He's lost in a sea of diapers and bottles, late nights, and exhausting mornings, all the while dealing with a failure from his last mission he just can't shake. He needs help. He needs a nanny.

How in the hell did I end up here - on a heavily wooded road in the middle of a racist county - all alone, with nothing but my twisted mind for protection? After convincing the August Knights Motorcycle Club to allow me to work off a debt my sister owed them, I found myself in the middle of madness and mayhem. I should've known that this was what life inside this dangerous club would be like, right?

I woke to the soothing sound of a peaceful serenade...except there’s nothing peaceful about being kidnapped after being sold to the Devils of Sin. This never should have happened, because I did everything right. I accepted the invitation, attended the masquerade in the depth of the forsaken forest, and danced with whomever requested. The longer one remains, the more debt is cleared from the family name, so I danced through the night. I survived to the final note—and let me emphasize the survive part—but I’m starting to realize where the real problem lies.

Your ability to simultaneously compliment and insult me is probably one of my favorite things about you. I think it's part of your charm. Does that make me a masochist as well? I definitely like to torture myself. The night I kissed you, I knew it had the potential to push you away, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting you. I still can't. You can flirt and bully me all you like. I'm not going anywhere. I've finally found my home, and it's here. And just in case you need me to be more specific, I like you, too. Forever, con amor…Chance.