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Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. Instead it’s brought me more than I ever bargained for. My family’s calling to fame—the ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—it's time I wield it.

Mari has terrible taste in men. Her ex-fiancé? Left her at the altar and ran off with her money. And now she’s mixed up with the reclusive mega-rich, mega-hot alien, Winter Cayne. That doesn’t sound so bad. Only rumor claims Winter murdered his first wife. Mari can’t reconcile the stories of a possessive, jealous man and the protective single dad that she met on a tropical planet. He wants to bring her home and claim her as his mate.

Boston Hawks left wing and bad boy personified, Easton is untouchable, reckless, and sexier than any one man ought to be. He has a complicated past, makes questionable life choices, and doesn't want anyone growing too close. Least of all me. East makes himself clear on his first day out of rehab, when we become reluctant roommates. At best, I'm angling for friendship. But soon, East is lowering his guard and we're bonding. When we cross a line there's no coming back from, he spirals, jeopardizing his recovery and my heart.

Arman Romanov has looked out for me since I was a little girl, yet now when I need him more than ever I can't stand the idea of accepting help from the son of a man my father betrayed. But it isn't up to me. A powerful mafia family is demanding that I pay my father's debts and Arman is the only one who can protect me, but that isn't the reason I'm sore, spent, and sleeping by his side tonight.

To get an audience, you have to give up something. A secret, a favor . . . something that hurts. Welcome to Thorne Point, where darkness rules. I enrolled at Thorne Point University to be closer to my brother. Now my world is falling apart. Ethan is missing. Every day I can't find him it plays on repeat. The search for answers turns up nothing and I'm running out of options. But there's a rumor on campus. And I'm desperate enough to seek out the Crows as my last resort. Wren Thorne's reputation precedes him, but I won't take no for an answer.

When Luka Romanov burst into the bar where I work to take care of some mafia business, I was still an innocent virgin. I woke up the next morning sore, spent, and feeling much less innocent. He tracked me down to punish me for trying to run from him, but it wasn't just his hard hand reddening my bare bottom that left me soaking wet and ready to be ruthlessly claimed. I was breathless and desperately in need the moment he pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

Chelsea Wilde here, gossip queen for BeanTown Sports Broadcasting. Boston can be a tough town for professional athletes, filled with gossip and whispers. About Ryan O'Rourke, the favorite son of BC hockey gone pro, we hear he has all those women, he has all that money. And our favorite is, he has that gigantic…well, there's some gossip we just can't repeat. I really need to find a new job. Being a sleazy gossip is crushing my soul after only one month. Especially when the gossip is all about my best friend's big brother. The one I had a massive crush on all my life.

One emotional night slinging tequila shots and singing karaoke with the Hawks defenseman turns into more than I bargained for. A wicked hangover, an eviction notice, and a marriage proposal. If Torsten and I wed, he can fulfill a promise to his grandmother and the debt I'm drowning in will be paid by his trust fund. It's a win-win, an easy and straightforward arrangement between friends.  

After getting drop kicked back to the mortal realm with the help of his godly half-brother, Cam has landed south of the border: a.k.a. enemy territory. Thankfully, he's not alone. With the help of a couple of coeds, Cam has to figure out a way to get back to Lilith, Danni, and the rest of the Venetian Cabal. Preferably, with his head still attached to his shoulders. Too bad the enemy already has his scent, and let's just say, they have a taste for blood.

When Patrick stumbles across a cute maid watching a couple have sex at La Petite Mort Club, he can’t believe his luck. She’s sexy, curvy, and kinky. Just his type of lady. Until he discovers that she’s his best friend’s little sister, which puts her firmly in the “hands-off” department. Sparks fly and passions explode when Patrick is put in charge of the club and ordered to keep Annie out of trouble. How can he do that when every time he turns around, she’s watching another scene at the club, and he's dying to show her that playing is much more fun than watching?

When escaping, one should make a plan. Someone should have told past-me that first.... I also need to fix a little issue or four if I ever escape. "Surprise, I have a caster for mate" wasn’t exactly how I saw my wedding going. I also didn’t see this. He betrayed me. Now that I’ve found my powers, you’d think I know what I’m doing. The betrayal among the wolves is worse than ever, and I’m not sure how to end it. Add in that my past is catching up to me and I just have more questions.

When I fled Arizona, I knew keeping a low profile was the only way to stay off my crooked ex’s radar. Which means no dating, no deep friendships, no sticking my neck out. So it’s completely wrong that I not only let a handsome, rugged stranger kiss me in a crowded bar, but that when he and his friend become my new bosses, I change from a hardworking, respectable teacher into a needy, desperate mess.

All I want for my birthday is to find my magic and maybe get my first kiss. But that’s pretty hard to do when rumors fly around that my girly bits are cursed. I've lived among witches ever since my mother dropped me off. That was the last I ever saw of her. For most of my life, my aunt cared for me, raised me, and hid me from the world. My world. Until she can’t anymore. My mates have found me. All three of them. If these wolf shifters claim that I am theirs, that can only mean one thing—I’m not a witch, I’m a wolf shifter, too.

I was really an idiot. How I didn't see the signs is beyond me . . . but yet, here I sit, holding the diamond ring I tried to place on my girlfriend's finger. Hopefully the whiskey will do its trick and help me forget the last three years ever happened. I'm such an idiot. Really, I am. I thought my boyfriend was going to propose tonight. Instead, I'm sitting here chugging vodka cranberries like they're water. I just want to forget the last couple years ever happened.

To the victor go the spoils. Winners rule, and losers drool. Those are the rules. That's how it's supposed to be. That's what Cam expected when he survived the Fae Confluence, won all three trials, and ended up the Lord of Winter. At the very least, he expected a high five and a pat on the back for a job well done. Instead, when he returned to the mortal realm, he was met with trigger-happy UN agents, a spoiled dragon, and a queen succubus who was ready to do anything to take him down.

With debts piling at home, there's no way I can say no to the proposition. Spend thirty days with a bunch of hot men on a deserted island...Sounds good to me. Until a past flame shows up unexpectedly and complicates everything. Is a million dollars worth the drama? I doubt it, until I meet the guys I'm sharing a camp with.

Set at a tropical luxury resort for shifters only, this quirky, fan-favorite series is a romantic thrill ride with humor and heart. Each book weaves into a compelling mystery about the island and the secrets that it’s hiding.... An undercover spy, a wounded warrior, and a bartender wearing a cowboy hat all find their fated mates in these three stand-alone novels of healing and finding family. Come for the hot sand and cold drinks; stay for the love and laughs.

Cameron Dupree thought he had it all. His succubus girlfriend was out of jail, he was finally pulling in some serious money working for the Venetian Cabal, and he'd demonstrated his true power by completely dominating a Nosferatu of the rival Tikal Cabal. The poor, scared human who'd walked on tiptoes around the supernaturals of St. Vincent's Preparatory Academy was long gone. What could go wrong? As it turned out...a lot. No sooner had Lilith returned home than Maeve, the Queen of the Fae herself, called a Confluence of supernatural representatives from all the realms.

Blood will spill faster than bird seed when a Rossi marries a Moretti. I’ve spent a lifetime hiding in plain sight. A few tattoos, some hair dye, and it’s like I’m a brand new person. Invisible to my family, and our enemies. Until now.

I was 10. You were 19. You wanted to be a chef. My mom made you a star. I'm 24. You're 33. You hold the record for the Sexiest Man Alive. I'm still the lost, rejected, damaged girl who can't find herself anywhere but in your protective arms. I loved you when I was 10. I love you now. You call me your best friend, and you still see me as a kid. I'm 25 with a man on one knee in front of me.