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She was promised to us before she was born... Now we've come to collect. Crimson Bound explores the events from Bound in Crimson from the POVs of Atlas, Kade, Gabriel, and Lex.

I need more magic like I need a point-blank bullet to the head. All that dragon power Rhett’s already given me is churning around inside me, causing as much trouble as the great poohbah dragon protector himself, and he’s trouble walking in a pair of perfectly fitting jeans. Regardless of my desires, and I’ve got lots of them thanks to the two men who won’t stop shooting suggestive looks my way, more magic is exactly what I’ve got—plus a whole band of dragon shifters without it, heh, pointing fingers at me for taking what they think is theirs. Oopsie.

Did you really think we would just run off into the sunset and our lives would be all rainbows and sunshine? More like blood and dead bodies. With my sister living close by and getting her happily ever after, my life is pretty content. Even if I have to remind Neo that Melody is not his but don’t get me started on that. My life is as peaceful as it can be well the life of a serial killer can get anyways. My life is hardly what one would call calming or relaxing, not that I mind.

When the truth about the blood oath is revealed, Calla has a devastating choice to make: leave the vampires she’s caught feelings for or stay and fight for the life she’s built with them. And each choice has severe, irreversible consequences.

I didn’t know I had a sister until I walked into a crime scene and saw my own lifeless face staring back at me. Horrified, I still did my job and collected evidence to nail the men responsible.

Traitor’s Den was meant to be a prison. A punishment. A hellhole my daddy could never escape. Over the decades, however, hundreds of us have found a way to make it our home. We’ve learned to deal with the many bumps along the way with colorful cussing and a dash of humor—often roused by one too many at the saloon—and we’ve embraced the spell that turns us all into honky-tonk cowgirls and -boys.

Huzzah! I made it to my 23rd birthday! Given how much dragon magic I have rolling through me now, doing its best to cook me from the inside out, this feat is no small thing. I’ve earned a hearty celebration and then some. I’m gonna party down at Sharmayne’s and let her ply me with as many of her cocktails as she wants. Her magic touch is exactly what I need after how nutty life in Traitor’s Den has been lately. I deserve every hypnotic, milky, swirling Moon Mixer she sends my way. Hell, I might get fancy and skip right on to a Roll in the Hay, maybe even a Sirens on the Rocks.

I was abducted by incompetent aliens. They didn't know what they were doing, and they still don't have a clue. Now that we're done with all the probing, they're taking lessons in "Caring for Vulnerable Females" and "Nest Building for Beginners", and want to turn me into their mate. And no, they don't listen when I tell them I don't need a nest.

As a princess, you’d think I lived a blessed life. But like all second-born children of shifter couples, I am a lowly human. The most I can hope for is that when my older sister takes the throne, she’ll consider me unimportant enough to let me marry for love. First, I have to get her to the throne.

My fate has never been my own. Nia: Declared savior of all werewolves when I was born, I never had a chance at a normal life. I didn’t get parents and I’ve been unable to leave my wolf pack’s territory for 22 years. If a hunter finds me, I risk more than my own life. I risk my pack. I’ve kept myself busy training, learning to fight, sculpting my body into a weapon I can use to defend myself when the hunters come for me. And they will. They’re looking for me. But then he shows up. Suddenly, I want things I’m not allowed to have...

Three years ago my wolf found my fated mate, and she was my best friend's little sister. He's no longer my friend, and she's off limits. Is it any wonder everyone thinks I'm a dick? Now, I'm the star player for the Bay State U Dire Wolves and I've told myself I don't have or need a mate.

When I arrive in the Cheetah Nation with my two lovers, my sister, and our enigmatic guard, nothing goes as planned. After being hospitalized for a human illness, I wake to find myself a prisoner to famous billionaire cheetah, Sir Kenosi. Any woman in the world would be overjoyed at the opportunity to slide between the insatiable entrepreneur’s sheets, but he’s not interested in Kitty Chasers. He wants me.

The people and creatures of Traitor’s Den are always getting into trouble. It’s the one thing I can count on. The longer they spend in the Den, the more the spell that keeps us all here has the chance to take effect, turning us all into my Uncle Tucker’s version of cowboys and cowgirls. Our little one-way town is always wild and outrageous, and no day is ever the same. But when Rhett Stead and Zeke Doyle tumble through the portal, our town’s signature wild Western flavor swells a couple of notches, especially since they seem to think I’m their mate or queen or...whatever.

I came home to forget the ocean. To forget what it took from me. Surfing used to be everything, until it became the thing I couldn't survive. Now, I'm stuck in my hometown, dodging questions, helping my twin sister by looking after my niece. All the while, pretending I've got a plan. A hookup app was supposed to be just a distraction. Nothing serious. But then I met Foxx. He's smart, serious, and hot as hell. I swiped right without knowing he'd wreck me in the best possible way.

Corrupting angels should be fun. But damn it. It’s more soul-crushing and infuriating work than I expected. Especially when Lucifer, a.k.a. Lucian, is a lying sack of demon guts and would much prefer to rule Hell alone.

I had no idea how much I wanted to take Purgatory's throne and rule Hell with the Seven Sinners. Too bad the most notorious devil would prefer to rule alone. If only that was the worst of it. My soulmate’s health declines, and I must kill him to guide his soul to Hell and help him take his throne. How can I murder the one who is responsible for my angel-kissed soul? I don’t have a choice, though.

What do you do when your friend turns out to be a ghost and you accidentally send them to the underworld? You try to bring them back to life. Or at least, that’s what I do. We may have defeated our enemy, but not before she struck a final blow. We refuse to let her win, though. My men, my pack, and I will find peace. We will get our happily ever after, and we will get our friend back. Even if it means facing off with Death himself.

I thought I’d enjoy some sun, go to the beach, and get a tan, but the universe has other plans for me...in the form of three dark-haired, handsome strangers. Logan: a sexy bad boy bartender whose charm works all too well on me. Elijah: a handsome and sweet cabana boy whose smile makes my heart swoon. Owen: a gorgeous surf instructor who pushes me out of my comfort zone to try new things. It was only meant to be a summer fling—three amazing nights with three gorgeous strangers. Of course, it couldn’t be that simple. It never is.

Losing her nearly destroyed me. Reclaiming her is something I've waited years for. I can see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. The desire, the temptation, she needs me just as much as I need her. But there's something else there, defiance. She’s never forgotten me, after all this time, but has she forgiven me? Turns out she's forgetting one thing...she’s mine. I'm not letting go this time.

My best friend needs rescuing from herself. She’s about to jump headfirst into a decision that’s going to change her life forever, and she’s going about it the wrong way. She’s been my left-hand woman for years, but is it possible that I’ve never seen what’s right in front of me? Did I lose myself living the high life my reputation as a fireman comes with? As things start to heat up, I soon realize this is one inferno that I’m not going to be able to put out!