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Serving Death and the Reapers has been my life for centuries. I’ve always put my duty before everything, even my yearning for Death. But now, she’s fading - our foe is bent on destroying her and he will stop at nothing until he does. Death holds the key to our survival. I will do everything in my power to stop her from disappearing. For her, I will ensure we have the best fighting chance. For her…I will cross the divide keeping us apart.

I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

In this scorching-hot regency romance, the Marquess of Alastair has doubled the dowry he is providing Miss Abbott because the sooner she is married, the sooner she is out of his care - and his fantasies. To Mildred Abbott's dismay, her dowry is now attracting numerous unwanted suitors, and she has no interest in marrying. What she wants is an encore of her night at the Ch'teau Debauchery, where Alastair once fulfilled her most decadent desires.

Determined to save her cousin from certain ruin at the hands a notorious rake, Miss Heloise Merrill impersonates her cousin and takes her place at the 'Chateau of Debauchery.' She intends to convince the rake - Sebastian Cadwell, Earl of Blythe - to turn his attentions elsewhere. Deprived of his intended guest, Sebastian decides to provide the meddling Miss Merrill a much deserved set-down. But when things take a decidedly hot turn, he finds he wants to go beyond a simple set-down.

Ivy Greene is a strong, confident single mother who, honestly, doesn’t need any help. She’s got this. All except for one thing. Her five-year-old son Lincoln has a terrible secret that she’s determined to keep until the day she dies. She’d do anything for her son. Including traveling to Spokane to search for more information about people like her son. While she’s there, she crosses paths with someone who was supposed to be a one-night stand. Little does she know that he’s playing for keeps.

Life never has been kind to Polly Shields. Hard work doesn’t pay the bills anymore. She feels like she’s swimming against an oncoming tide. She is tired. Why do things always fall apart just when it seems they are coming together. It’s like she’s cursed. It’s better not to start something with her handsome neighbor Gilbert. It probably wouldn’t last long anyway. If she only knew about her secret royal heritage and how it could change her life forever.

I have conquered the business world and have billions. But now I need to conquer the beast growing on my insides.... I inherited my father’s firm on the verge of bankruptcy and turned it into a global empire. Years of long working nights...and even longer days. Drained and burned out, I found the perfect ski-retreat to recover. Everything was going according to plan...but then I met Astrid. Red hair, blue eyes and the hottest body ever.

Runt, Cricket, is an honorary beta of Team Greywolf, an elite special ops branch of the Lycan Intelligence Agency. As a member, she poses as a human and collects forensic evidence. Because of her low rank, she is assigned in the rehabilitation of Prince Slade suffering from morphogenesis after his entire pack is murdered, and then his indoctrination as a member of their team. Babysit a psycho, domineering alpha? Not on her watch. To complicate matters, she lusts for Slade. Foolish. A runt can never take an alpha as a mate.

Harley has everything a vampire-white witch hybrid could want: wonderful parents, a hunky sort-of boyfriend, and a clan of loving friends. When that life is taken away from her, Harley doesn't want to serve revenge up cold. She wants to serve it up now, and she wants to serve it up HOT.