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When Liona stumbles upon Beck, the ogre's trap, and becomes his prisoner, she's determined to escape. But it doesn't take long for things to start heating up between the two. Beck is trying to protect her, and Liona can't help her body's reaction to the buff green monster. The lines between captive and captor become blurry, and the passion becomes a raging fire neither of them can put out.

Kalypso has a long list of things to be angry about, starting and ending with a spiky purple demon who reluctantly rescued her and five other women from the Dreadmoor. Trapped in the demon realm, Ozirax is the final barrier standing between her and her sister, so she’ll play nice for now. The only issue is . . . she’s never been nice, and when she drives away the one person she’s dedicated her life to, Kalypso is left without a purpose. Until she finds a demon warrior whose simmering anger calls to her own.

Professor Sutton Dupont's tenure at Avernia College is as complicated as his family's bloody history. Still, when the most irresistible temptation he's ever faced slinks into his classroom, Sutton finds himself desperate enough to risk it all. After years of trying to make a name for herself in Hollywood, Elle Anderson winds up a college freshman at twenty-five, running from her past and lying to everyone she knows—especially the green-eyed professor whose forbidden kiss has her starving for more.

My whole life, I've been the outsider. The wolves of the Anterrio Pack took my brother and me into their pack after our parents died. To the pack, I remained the wild, untamed misfit despite my efforts to belong. My first heat loomed ahead of the Luna Ball, and once again, I found myself attracting unwelcome attention, not just from my pack but also from the visiting Blackridge Peak Pack. When my brother suspected their new alpha might hold answers about our past, he refused to put me at risk while he searched for the truth. Instead, he set me free from a pack that never truly accepted me.

If I could go back to the morning before the gala, trust my gut, and stay home, I would in a heartbeat. But that's not possible, so I'm stuck with the repercussions. Because of what I am—not who, mind you—there's a whole new set of rules for me to follow. And I'm doing it completely exposed. Laid bare for the entirety of the preternatural population to gawk, trash, and threaten. But I can't let that deter me from doing the one thing I need to do. Master my magic.

Valachi, the name of a rival mafia family, was the last word on my mother's dying lips. After years of careful deceit and planning, my moment of revenge has finally arrived. The head of the Valachi family has died, leaving his innocent daughter vulnerable. She is forced to take my hand in an arranged marriage. By the time she learns my true identity, it will be too late. As her new husband, I will have complete control over her. I am the enemy in her bed.

Just when I thought I could finally find my place and belong in a pack, fate had other plans. The sting of betrayal cut deep. As the dust settled from the devastating blow that threatened to shatter the fragile trust between Cannon and me, we both struggled to confront the harsh realities of our world. Fueled by a thirst for revenge, my heart was torn between the hunger for retribution and the longing for reconciliation.

I've been dragged into the fae realm and given no choice but to pick a mate if I ever want to get back home. Thankfully, the fae king has offered up some of his most trusted men in an attempt to find me someone to marry. Unthankfully, he's sort of… possessive. Which means I'm sleeping in his room. In his bed. With him. While I'm trying to choose a mate from among a handful of candidates who barely seem interested in me. There's enough chemistry between us to light a fire, but he's not an option.

When six human women are rescued from the Dreadmoor, Kizros’s only job is to check on their health and provide the rune cuffs that keep them safe. He didn’t imagine that by the afternoon, he’d be escorting one of those humans to his apothecary as his new assistant. But Aofe is the opposite of what he thought humans would be like. She’s a bloom in the dark, a colorful and curious creature, and from the moment he saw her brilliance, Kizros was determined not to scare away his new colleague.

Someone’s been watching Tana closely, but he’s a lot closer than she realizes. From intimate moments to lazy afternoons on the couch, he’s secretly seen it all—and fallen for her along the way. The problem is that someone else is watching too, and his obsession with Tana is a lot more dangerous.

Fifty years ago, supernaturals walked amongst humans, hidden in plain sight. Overnight, the world changed. The veil shattered, revealing their true nature, and humans were forced into sectors so those with preternatural blood could flourish out in the open. Every human's twenty-first birthday is marked by a rite of passage. The Awakening, as the supers call it. It's simple. We dip our toes into a God-made lagoon, then go home.

I’ve been a prisoner for five hundred and fifty days. Okay, technically I’m just stuck in my aunt’s four-story tower. And yes, Aunt Agatha is more "eccentric book club queen" than evil captor. But still—no piano, no freedom, and no escape from my own mistakes. Like almost marrying a guy who pretended to love me just to get back at my brother. So when Ryder Hawthorne—my brother’s best friend and absurdly hot Hollywood stuntman—shows up climbing my actual tower, I assume I’m hallucinating. He says he’s here to check on me. I think he’s here to test my willpower.

Sent back to the human world by my brother and the shaman, I found refuge among humans, reconnecting with an old friend who urged me to embrace the life I left behind. Yet, my shelter was short-lived when the alpha, Cannon, captured me once more. In his pack, I witnessed the stark differences between the pack I came from and the Blackridge Peak Pack. I longed to belong to a community as free as this—all the while resisting the magnetic pull towards the alpha.

She used to chase him. Watched from her window. Broke into his home. Pushed every limit until the cold, controlled man next door finally snapped—and shattered her heart. She thought it was over. That she could erase him, piece her pride back together, and move on. But he won't let her. Now he's the one watching. Obsessing. Hunting her the way she once hunted him. The stalked has become the stalker—and he's just as twisted.

Heir to a Fae throne she didn't know was hers. A daunting task to save humanity. A passionate love nurtured through her grief. Asherah Delmar led a happy and quiet life. Her career as a marine biologist was about to take off, but her mother, Neleah’s, sudden murder stopped her life harshly in its tracks. When she discovers her mother’s true identity, the world as she knew it begins to unravel.

Anime-obsessed Anne might be a fictophiliac, or she might just hate touch so much, she’ll never have sex. She doesn’t really care about the difference, as long as she has her favorite pillow to grind against when she needs physical relief. Anne’s favorite pillow is more than just a feather-filled cotton sack—he’s alive but no one knows it. Hot, pulsing magic weaves between his fibers each time she touches him. All he wants is to be the man Anne needs.

Anne and Ori got their happy ending in Stuffed. But what happens when the feathers are swept away, and they need to handle more than fluff? Ori, now addicted to fan fiction and the concept of the Omegaverse, has no job and no goals other than making Anne happy and raising his pet fish, Carl. Having enough of his layabout lifestyle, Anne decides to bring them to the one place in town guaranteed to get Ori out of his case: the mall.

They say she is a mafia princess. But when Evie O'Hanlon's precious feet land on Irish soil, I realize everyone is wrong. She's not a princess but a Queen. A Queen I want to capture, play with, and then kill. You can't have competition, no matter how pretty the package is. And the package is very f*cking pretty—so much so that my plan to kill her weakens the closer I get. But my Queen isn't exactly innocent. She weaves her own dark and dangerous web for me, one she freely admits to.

Stars see everything and forget nothing. And sometimes they meddle far too much. Ava has no idea who she is or how she got on the unfamiliar island Peter Pan keeps insisting is her home, the place she’s safest. But there are shadows in his cunning eyes and something within her screams out a warning that he can’t be trusted. When Belle learns that her sister is alive, she leaps at the chance to work with Hook, his crew, and their siren ally to free Ava from Pan’s grasp. She thought that with their help, she’d have time to save Ava before her secret was discovered… She was wrong.

Azrael-angel of death, grim reaper, destroyer of worlds-has messed up. Instead of taking Molly Molloy's soul, he patted her on the back and saved her from choking on a chicken wing. Now this extraordinarily ordinary New York City waitress can see him. Talk to him. Touch him. Say 'no' to him. And make him question every assumption he has about what it means to live.