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I should be flying high. I've graduated from the best law school in the world, and I'm ready to start my career. So why do I feel like I'm holding the world on my shoulders instead of standing on top of it? Oh, right. Him. Bad boy. Billionaire. Larger-than-life Brandon Sterling. In a few short months, he became the sun to my universe, only to flip it upside down and inside out, leaving me to make the biggest decision of my life alone.

At the frat party I see a bright light and find myself sitting on a bed with a huge monster looming over me. I'm terrified and, at the same time, there's something about those black eyes, that scent, that purrr that makes me come alive. Horde life is simple. When I find an Omega during a raid, I should deliver her to the compound. If I don't, I'll lose my life, the lives of my horde alphas, and I'll start a full-scale rebellion. And yet, I can't part from her. This one belongs to me.

Alexander Caldwell needs to settle down. Hence the giant white house he just bought in the suburbs. The one that backs up to the house filled with three single women living in it. They all have their sights set on him...but it’s her he can’t get out of his head. Alexander has absolutely no place getting involved with a teenage girl with the world in her eyes. But he does.

On the other side of town are five brothers. . . Macon is the oldest. I've never seen him smile. Army is a single dad with beautiful green eyes. Iron will be in prison soon. Dallas is the one I hate. Trace used to be mine. I need to go home. Away from the swamps and these men. I’ll leave tomorrow. I'll crash on the couch tonight. Everyone is asleep. Except for one. He sees me crying. I let him wrap his arms around my body and hold me.

Following rules shot me to the top of my game as an all-star baseball player, and the golden rule is this - don’t hook up with your teammate’s sister. But ask her to be your fake date when you desperately need one for a family wedding? Nothing in the guy code against that. Plus, the flirty, feisty Sierra’s my friend too, so why the hell not pretend we’re madly in lust for two days in Hawaii?

Years of adversity have molded Henley McClure into the attentive, conscientious psychologist she is today. She lives for her daughter, Jasna, and her work at The Refuge, an exclusive retreat for victims of PTSD. Her life is fulfilling...if a little lonely. But the only man who’s captured her interest, the most standoffish of the mountain retreat’s seven owners, lives in self-imposed isolation. It will take a little vulnerability on her own part, a dead car battery, and the surprising help of her daughter to break through Finn’s defenses.

Note to my stupid cupid self: The next time I go and anchor myself to a hot covey, make sure those anchors aren't about to compete in a fight to the death. Yeah. Total downer. I have a body now, and I don't intend to lose it. I also don't intend to lose the genfins that I've grown so attached to. So it's time to return to the kingdom island and hope like hell that my guys make it through the royal trials of the culling. I also have to hope that the prince of the realm doesn't spot me. If he does, I'm pretty sure I have imprisonment and torture to look forward to.

From the moment she jumped on his back during a training exercise, Kenna had Marshall “Aleck” Smart’s attention. He wants to know more about the gorgeous, bubbly waitress who tried to “save” him. A lot more. In fact, he wants to know everything. A little hypocritical, since he plays his own cards close to the vest. Experience has shown once women learn about his trust fund, it’s often game over...even as instinct tells him Kenna may be the exception.

As the second youngest Ravage brother, I’ve spent my entire adult life rectifying our tainted family name and keeping my urges behind closed doors. Until my best friend’s little sister shows up at The Hunt ready to play, and I lose control. I tell myself it’s just a taste. Except, with her, I should’ve known a single taste wouldn’t be enough. And then the good girl I’ve known most of my life drops to her knees. For me. From that moment on, I knew she would only ever be one thing. Mine.

On the darkest night of winter, can he bring light to her wounded heart? Scarred by loss, Irina warrior Renata has held the world at a distance. Fighting the Grigori and protecting humanity are her goals, but her heart remains frozen to the bonds of family and love. Only one scribe, Maxim of Riga, has managed to see through Renata's armor.

Evil is flooding the galaxy, and for some reason, destiny has chosen me to stop it. The only problem is, I don’t know how. Luckily, I meet some men along the way who are willing to follow me on this mission. If the king could see me now, draped in leather and wielding pistols and knives rather than wearing ballgowns and reading old scrolls, he would collapse onto his golden throne.

Zach and I always have a third. Girls are how we’ve kept it fresh all year. We’ve gone through dozens of them since we got serious, and I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the dynamic of a threesome, because I do. But when this cute girl with pink hair comes sailing into our lives and upends everything - I don’t know if we’ll survive it.

As the daughter of a con artist, Phoebe Graves only knew a life of swindling the rich until her best friend and fellow grifter, Hailey Tinrock, proposed an idea to start a new, honest life in a wealthy college town of Connecticut. Once there, they decided to leave behind their deceitful tricks and be truthful for once. But you know what they say about best intentions. . . .

One tragic night took the only good thing in my life from me and set me on a new path. A path that eventually led me here, to the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club in Tennessee. They call me Doc because that is what I am, even if the law says I can’t be. I’m inked head to toe, ride a Harley, and wear a cut, but my love for medicine is the blood in my veins. I don’t need liquor, and I don’t need women. By choice, I haven't touched a woman in years. Guilt has shaped me into a lonely figure. Love is a fable, and touch makes me uncomfortable.

Lucifer has chosen a new vessel. The Watchers are gaining strength. When the two sides collide, who will be left standing in the aftermath? Find out how it all ends in the explosive conclusion of the Apocalypse Assassins Trilogy.

Secrets are poison. They eat away at you from the inside. I doubt there’s a single person in the club that would have a problem with who I am. Keeping my mouth shut is all about my own shame. Who I am isn’t acceptable. That’s what my Fundamentalist family raised me to believe, but even after leaving home, I couldn’t be myself. Fighting against it never really became a struggle until the flirty bartender set his eyes on me.

Quirky Holly Jackson was unlucky in love, yet her romantic heart refused to give up her search for companionship—even after her fiancé left her at the altar on Christmas Eve. Grumpy restaurant owner Kai Kane wanted nothing to do with love. Unfortunately for him, when an eccentric Holly kept entering his restaurant nightly with a different first date, his annoyance grew. When Kai volunteered to help Holly find a suitor, it was for one reason only: to get her out of his restaurant and on to a second date with someone at a different location.

Luka and Rook have been best friends since they were nine years old. Five years ago, Luka threw it all away. When his dad’s health takes a turn for the worst, Luka must come home to say his goodbyes and mend the bridges he burned all those years ago. Coming home is harder than he imagined, and after reuniting with his family, there’s only one person he needs. Rook. His best friend. The one man he pushed away, the one man, no matter how hard he tried to forget, he can't stop himself from loving. Even if loving him means breaking his heart all over again.

I found peace in the last place I expected, but it was a mirage built on lies and unfulfilled promises. I thought we somehow managed to find a way to co-exist in their little lair, but as usual I was wrong. The second I felt settled, a corrupt Hawk turns up and flips everything I’ve come to know—and dare to trust— on its head. Without a choice, I’m dragged out into the night by the man I vowed to obey— Maverick Murray. Taken away from the protection of the man I loved to hate— Reid Harris.

Magic is a gift. A pretty miraculous one, in my opinion. It also comes with responsibilities—things like protecting the town that made this possible. Sadly, that means my last battle with the evil coven may have caused a tiny little problem. The spell that protects this place is fading. My power is fine, but a magical ritual like that takes six wixen to make possible. That means I have two choices: I can either let it fade or work with the assholes I just pissed off. Or, maybe I can find a third option?