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Every four years, the criminal underworld engages in a game. The Game. The challenges range from the impossible to the deadly to the truly insane. Things that only a crazy person would tackle. I’ve won the game five times. This time will be no different. I’m at the top of my field now, the best of the world’s thieves. There’s nothing I can’t steal, and this time, the game is all about theft, subterfuge, and sleight of hand. Starting with a legendary painting of poppy flowers.

They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

Desperate to avoid the Archon's demands—and his inevitable wrath at Alyssa for not sharing her new runetracing ability—Field Marshall Tyronix sends the Ninety-First on a dangerous mission: traveling behind enemy lines to the Daggerscar Canyon, where they must destroy a hive dedicated to producing the Silithik wasps which have been plaguing the western front for the entire war. It's a mission that will bring Alyssa and Harry, the Quint's Ranger, closer together—something he is now eager to do after seeing his three Quintmates have their way with the beautiful Pyromancer.

She's everything I shouldn't want, but exactly what I crave. She bleeds innocence the way I radiate darkness. The moment she walked into my club, she was mine. She just didn't know it. I'll be the one to ruin her, and she will love every second. Innocence lost can't be regained.

It’s always been about the chase. The prize. The puzzle. The Game. I became the best of the best, Hermes, because no one could catch me. No one could touch me. No one had. Until her. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. She is my life. It’s been one bad call after another in this Game. It’s cost the woman I love more than I ever wanted her to have to pay. I would give it all up for her, but the Game must be played. I started this game for my grandfather. I fought to win to claim the Valenshek Legacy. Win, lose, or draw, I’m not leaving this town without Tristian Ives.

I run with my own pack - my four demon wolves and the two friends I would kill to protect. We might be the rejected shifters of the Vegas supernaturals, different and unwanted, but our pack is strong. Feared. Think of us as your local supernatural vigilantes. With my demon wolves secretly watching our backs, we’re unstoppable. Until the night the first rune appears on the streets. A rune that hasn’t been seen for hundreds of years, sending the Vegas supernaturals into a tailspin.

Maddison has been fighting the gods from the first moment she found out they existed. Those arrogant and power hungry deities have a plan...a plan that includes destroying everything she holds dear, and she fears that one day soon, they're going to succeed. When new information is dropped in her lap, a way to end the gods once and for all, Maddison jumps at the chance. That's until she finds out that the path to her prize is through a maze of challenges that have stumped all who've attempted them before.

I thought I could control my fate. I thought I could send the Master of Demon Runes back to the Underworld where he belongs, but instead, I'm the one forced into a dangerous game of elimination. He pulls me into his world and promises me everything I could desire, but how can I trust him when death waits for me and my family with every step I take? I won't risk the people I love. Not for anything. Demons may be experts at deception. The Underworld may be filled with illusions that threaten to break me. But my power is growing, and soon I will be their nightmare.

Beautiful Thorns is book four of four in the Boys of Bellerose series and does not end on a cliff-hanger. This is a mafia/rock star reverse-harem romance series with dark elements. Content is intended for a mature audience.

Leith of Grey thought coming to this new land and volunteering to fight in the gladiator arena—vicious, bloodthirsty tournaments where only the strongest survive—would earn him enough gold to save his dying sister. He thought there was nothing left to lose. He was wrong—and they took everything. His hope. His freedom. His very humanity. All Leith has left is his battle-scarred body, fueled by rage and hardened from years of fighting for the right to live another day. Then Leith meets Maeve, an elven royal who is everything he despises.

I entered the game. He already chose me. If I go into that basement, I'll be prey. That's the game: twenty men hunting five women. Whoever catches me will claim me—right there on the floor—and I'll be his for thirty days and nights. No refusals. No limits. As a successful, focused professional, I have no business indulging in this dark fantasy. But I can’t resist. Not when he might be there. The man who fuels my most forbidden obsession.

You envision a dream, set a goal, and formulate a plan. I had diligently pursued all of these steps. I was on my way to obtaining my degree, engaging with breathtaking works of art, and unexpectedly falling into bed with my professor. Yeah, that last bit wasn’t part of the grand scheme, but even I had to admit that it wasn’t an unwelcome deviation. Ironically, despite my meticulous planning, attention to detail, and even despite my own deceptions, I ended up being the one deceived. Being manipulated and used.

Two years ago, I had the hottest night of my life with a woman who didn’t want to tell me her name—and in a tequila-fueled fever dream, I agreed. She was funny, sexy, and after I got past her brittle shell, secretly very sweet. In the morning, she was gone. I’ve looked for her in every city I’ve played in since. That night ruined me for anyone else, but the woman I only know as “Jersey Girl” never showed up at another game. Not until I skate onto brand new ice as part of the NHL’s latest team. And there she is, in the stands at our season opening game. Very carefully not looking at me.

The mages and the fae aren’t letting go of their differences. They’re both willing to go to war for domination, even if it tears Haret apart. It’s time to stop hoping for compromise and start flexing my magical muscle. I just need a way to shelter the innocent. I can’t protect everyone, and I still have a long list of tasks from Iaga. We’ve been moving from city to city, and we need a home base. Not everyone will make it out of this alive.

They’ll do anything to protect her...as long as they never learn her secret. I’m Officer Essie Shaw, and I shouldn’t exist. If anyone finds out their friendly neighborhood beat cop is a nephilim - public enemy number one - I’ll be imprisoned. Or worse, dissected. I survive by keeping my head down and my barely there magic under wraps. But when I lose a fight with a strange, smoke-like wraith, I’m confronted with my worst nightmare.

Lust fuels the worst evil. Love is overrated. Killing for retribution is everything I’ve ever wanted... They’re all going to die. Those who have sinned will know it. Sorrow. I’ll carve it in their bloody hearts if I have to. I can’t help it. This is who I am.

Death isn’t the end. Surrender is overrated. Killing for love is the only cure… I fear nothing, no one. Not even the boys who loved me that I lost. Dead. Buried. Gone. One by one. I am alone. I need to be stronger. I have to evolve If I’m to survive. If I’m going to save us all. Jude is my rock. Lorcan is my faith. Dante is my blade. Dino was the light to my darkness. And me… I’m the monster who comes in the night. I’m the bitch back from hell to make you weep. My father will know it when I slice him and every last one of his sinners into pretty ribbons for what they did to me… To my family.

At the precipice of a new life beyond the ruins of my failed marriage, I was eager to discover who I could become outside the confines of that picture frame. I wanted to forge a trail of new experiences, ones I’d previously denied myself permission to indulge.

What was supposed to be the typical “girls night out” with a couple of drinks, and a fun catch-up with her best friend, turns into something completely different for married, but lonely, Eloise Fitzpatrick. She wasn’t expecting to get stood up by her bestie, or to have a tall, dark and dangerous stranger hit on her and steal a kiss under the street lamp. Her unexpected night causes an eruption of conflicting emotions inside of her, including the crushing sense of betrayal to her husband. For the first time in years, Eloise finds herself feeling sexy, desired, wanted…

Well, that was embarrassing. Imagine my surprise when spontaneous shifting gets added to my list of pregnancy symptoms. There's never a good time for that sort of horniness. Dair thinks he knows just the mage to contact, but are Patriam and potions really the answer? The jaguar twins are growing their following faster than I'm healing Haret.