Kayla Delacroix never believed in the legend of the Ice King. She came to the frozen north in search of answers—not a cursed king bound in ice, not a war older than time, and certainly not the kind of hunger that burns beneath his cold, unyielding exterior. But when her touch shatters his prison, she realizes too late that some myths are very, very real. Eldric was once a king. Now, he is something else. A monster forged in ice and vengeance, a ruler who has spent centuries waiting for the one thing that could set him free. Her. But waking Eldric means awakening everything that hunts him....

During Mardi Gras, anything can happen—even being auctioned to a monstrous alpha who refuses to let you go. Selene Mardi Gras was supposed to be my last wild night of freedom—one final reckless adventure before I disappeared for good. But instead of waking up with a hangover, I wake up in chains. Auctioned. Sold. Claimed. By him. Darius Tauron isn’t human. He’s a minotaur, a towering beast with molten gold eyes and curved black horns, draped in wealth and danger. He owns this city’s underworld, and now? He owns me. He says I belong to him. That he’s waited for me. That I was ...

I’ve always been drawn to the mysterious and the forgotten—old books, ancient stories, the stuff of myths. But I never imagined those tales could come to life. One moment, I was flipping through a dusty tome, and the next, I was pulled into a world of darkness. Malak, a demon bound by shadows, is now bound to me. He’s dangerous, powerful, and I can’t escape. Every moment with him pulls me deeper into his world, and the line between fear and desire blurs with every heartbeat. I need to get away… but part of me wonders if I even want to. Lily’s curiosity was her undoing. By ...

Alina I should be dead. The orcs came to wipe my village off the map, to burn, to slaughter, to leave no one breathing. I fought. I lost. And now I’m chained in the heart of their war camp, my fate hanging in the hands of their brutal, scarred war chief. Korgul doesn’t just want to keep me. He wants to claim me. He thinks I’ll kneel. He thinks he can break me. But I’ve fought monsters before, and I’ll fight this one too—even if my body betrays me, even if his touch burns hotter than my hate I won’t be his concubine. I won’t be his mate. I’d rather die. Korgul She’s small...

Every mating season, the alien overlords make a selection. It is a fact of life that all humans accept. For Alex, the yearly selections are a mild annoyance. She knows she is not the physical type the creatures desire, so their eyes slide right over her. At least, they did. Something new is coming. The Supreme Overlord is participating in the selection for the first time since their arrival. And apparently, not all of the aliens have the same type.