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With thirty-six looming on my horizon, I'm determined to have a child. I don't need romance. I don't need love. And I definitely don't need a happily ever after. When my friend talks me into attending an elf ball at an estate in Monsterville, promising I'll find a guy there who'll give me what I'm seeking, I agree to go with her. I'm barely there when I fall into the arms of the most gorgeous elf I've ever seen, Tylik. He's the LOTR elf of my dreams, so it's a good thing I've sworn off romance. Tylik needs someone to teach him how to fit in with human society. I need a bundle of joy.

Forget the flowers and tender kisses. Tomorrow I'm marrying a man who took a bullet for me, and I don't have a choice. Did I say he's an outlaw? Asphalt has slayed more men on the road and taken more women between the sheets than I can ever count. He's arrogant and savage. So why the hell can't I keep my lips off his when he gives me that smirk and whispers filthy things in my ear?

I screwed my best friend’s little sister. When I promised I’d take care of her, this wasn’t what I had in mind. Especially after a bad turn in Afghanistan put him six feet under. I’ve done the unthinkable, and I don’t know what’s worse. That I didn’t know or that I’m not sorry. Because she’s all grown up now. She revs me up hotter than a sunset ride. Even if she’s not meant for me, or the MC life. I’m dark where she’s pure. A killer where she’s kind. But in the sack, we’re dynamite. The dirty, hot AF kind.

It had to be said that I didn't much care for the Devil. Especially when he tried to use me to control the Beast. But this was his mistake. As such, I had been granted early release, and as for the Beast… he was not happy. So now Hell had a problem. A big one. One named Abaddon who was currently tearing Hell apart trying to find me. Which meant I now had a choice to make. Let the Beast destroy all the realms or find myself a date.

US Marshals Eli Flynn and William Henry Washington - longtime friends and colleagues - are escorting two prisoners to New Orleans for trial when they discover there's more than outlawry to the infamous shootist Dusty Rose and the enigmatic man known as Cage. As the two prisoners form an unlikely partnership, the marshals can't help but look closer at their own. When forces beyond the marshals' control converge on the paddle wheeler they've hired to take them downriver, they must choose between two dangers.

My hunky orc neighbor, Vrok, who I'd love to get to know better, keeps ignoring me. But when he overhears me reading the draft of my steamy romance novel out loud, he tells me he has ideas to make the male point of view better. Yeah, sure. One thing leads to another, and soon, we're not only working on dialogue, but we're also acting out some of the hotter scenes.

Sarah Moore was born and raised on the road. Traveling around North America with her family's rodeo, she lives her life unapologetically and couldn't imagine staying in one place for too long. But when she finds herself courting trouble, she's sent to Eagle Mountain Ranch while she decides what she wants to do with her life.

Dragon Prince Nikolai Vassago's day starts out fairly normal: get up, kick some ass, fondle his beard, take some names. One minute he's participating in a run-of-the-mill mission, and the next minute, he's rescuing Brooklyn, the woman that is fated to be his, from the clutches of a criminal mastermind. Nikolai is quite pleased with his fated mate. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for Brooklyn. Living in a religious commune for the majority of her life meant Brooklyn wasn't exposed to all of the outside world's craziness.

Monsters. Gods and Goddesses. Turns out, the stories about the Bermuda Triangle are true. When my small charter plane crash-lands on an unexplored island that shouldn't even exist, it's up to me to keep my beautiful passengers and copilot safe.

When my best friend claimed the tall, handsome, and commanding sports agent whose baby blues featured in all my naughty fantasies, I vowed never to reveal my decade-long crush on the man who rescued me from my bullies back in high school. I dated men I hoped would make me forget all about Grayson Ford. When that didn't work, I moved to the UK to complete my doctorate, but really it was to put distance between us. But then my bestie chose to marry another man, leaving Gray shattered. I told myself he was still not for me. He could never be mine.

Coolheaded Georgia Taylor dreams of becoming a police officer. But her orderly world goes into a tailspin when she and her friends answer an ad looking for egg donors and she winds up the intended bride of an honest-to-goodness alien. Georgia is convinced she can leave the brave new world behind and get back to her life plan, if she can just keep Rocky at arm's length. If only he weren't so infernally good-looking and thoughtful.

Genetically altered into a super soldier who can shift into a wolf, Casey Black should have been the perfect asset - but that wasn't to be. The scientists who conducted DNA splicing experiments on him put a little too much wolf in his cocktail. Considered a danger to society and a risk to the survival of the secret project, the government tried to eliminate him. The former Immortal Operative has spent the majority of his life on the run and off the grid from the very government who'd helped him be 'all he could be'.

I have a job to do, for my club. To get information on the indictment of our rivals, the Devil's Saints. I’m going to find out how to put away those *ssholes for good. The club didn’t give me the nickname Fox for my good looks. The mission changes when I meet Harlow Carmichael. Getting involved with her is a bad idea, but I can’t get my mind off her lips, or those curves. I don’t care if she’s the daughter of the man working for the enemy. When her life is threatened, I have to decide who to save. Her or my club.

I do whatever it takes to get information for the Bad Disciples MC. I always keep my emotions in check. Especially after Sage left. But when she comes back into town, feelings come rushing back. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of her. When Sage sees firsthand what the Dragon Knights are doing to women, she wants to help the MC. But I refuse to let her get involved. It isn’t safe for a girl who looks like Sage to take on the rival club. But Sage doesn’t like to take "No" for an answer. How do I keep her safe when I am the one who keeps pulling her back in?

With everyone bailing on my holiday party, I didn't think the night could get any worse. Then three scorching hot men storm the club and demand I come with them. Thinking they're cops, I run only to discover the flu vaccine is turning people into monsters. Now my survival depends on Mason, Gabriel, and Liam. I should be terrified of their glowing eyes and the way they destroy any threat in our path, but all I can think about is claiming the fierce men as my own. All three of them....  

Going undercover at a mass wedding as a bartered bride, Morrigan Blake has every intention of getting off the barbaric planet just as soon as it's over. Or, more correctly, just as soon as she captures footage of the mysterious princes rumored to be in attendance. After a euphoric night, Morrigan discovers her spaceship left without her, and Ualan of Draig is claiming she's his wife. It's not exactly the story this reporter had in mind.

I’m the newest patched member of the motorcycle club and I want to prove myself. Do something good for the club. But when I set eyes on Marisol, things change. Now all I want is her. In my bed all night long. First, I’ll have to deal with the cartel punk she’s been hangin’ with. The jerk has ideas above his pay grade, starting with her. But I’ll finish him. And have Marisol back in my arms in no time. Should be as easy as pumpkin pie. Making the ladies holler for more and fighting the MC war is what me and the club does best. It’s a hell of a way to spend the holidays.

I'm no prisoner. And I'm no coward. I won't stay locked away at the clubhouse hiding from those *ssholes, The Devil Saints. So I go to a bar, away from my brothers. I need a break from all the chaos. Until drama walks right through the door. Laiken. The one who got away. Or I pushed away, I can barely remember. She's looking fine in that police uniform. I wonder if she'd let me use those cuffs on her. But we can't be together. A patched member and a cop? No. But you know what they say. The heart wants what it can't have.

Lady Della despises all things Viking. They may rule the land, but they will never rule her. Unfortunately, her father doesn't seem to agree. To prove his continued allegiance to the Viking king, the Ealdorman of Strathfeld betroths his only daughter to a respected Viking Lord - a warrior whose legendary prowess isn't reserved for the battlefield. Fighting the newfound craving in her body and the unwelcome fire in her heart, Della must choose between everything she knows to be true and the one thing she never expected...

Never touch another club member's sister. It's one rule in the MC I'll never understand. That means Gemma is off limits. Too bad I don't listen to rules very well. I'll make Gemma see that she's the only woman for me. On my bike, in the clubhouse. She'll be mine. The Devil Saints are on our heels though, so I won't get to take my sweet time with her. And that's all I want to do. If I have to kill somebody to be with her, so be it. Those bastards have no idea what it really means to be the devil. I'll show them.