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I sit on a throne of sins. Silent in the shadows, untouchable like the King of the Underworld himself. Few even know the sound of my voice, but those who fear me call me Monster. My men just call me Pakhan. To her, I am Nikolai. Her savior. Her captor. Her lover. With hair as bright as the sun, a face that could sink a thousand ships, and more curves than I can handle, Cassiopeia. Is. Everything. But she’s in danger. And safety comes with a price tag.

Mia's a curvy, nerdy cam girl. I’m a professional hockey player who just got traded to the New York Stars. She's also the best one-night stand I’ve ever had and I sure wouldn’t mind making her a permanent fixture in my life. But we have a problem—she betrayed a mutual friend and I just can’t get past that. Yet, every single J/P gene in my body roars to life when I find my baby brother paying to watch her on a cam-girl site.

Phoebe Whitehouse is not just my student—she's my obsession. I eat, sleep, and breathe her. One day, she slips up, and I have my in. At long last, I can own her. She's mine to punish and to pleasure. I don't care if I lose my job as a tenured professor over her. I don't care if I destroy my life or hers. I'm obsessed, and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm never letting her go.

Star's my penguin. She doesn't know it. She took off. Sure. I'm mad at her. Sure. But that's her charm. She's ornery. Difficult. Impossible to love, but I see her BS. And I call her on it. I'll chase her from the North Pole to Antarctica. This Fecker isn't about to lose his soul mate.

He’s rough. He’s ready. I’m neither. I’m a sacrificial lamb just waiting to be slaughtered. A socialite spawned by a sadist whose life’s work is to cause misery in others. My life is a prison cell, until he helps me find the key. He’s not as dark or as dirty as they say he is. His roughness stirs something in me. Something primal. Something no socialite should crave. He’s a brother in an MC, a world that should be alien to me but somehow, it’s my first real home.

She captivates me the second I lay eyes on her. Everything about her is pure, delicate beauty, and in my world, those things are commodities. Even Aoife can be bought and sold. Even Aoife has secrets that will see her getting into bed with the Irish Mob to protect. The truth won't set her free, it will entangle her deeper in my web. Exactly where I want her. One taste was all it took. She's mine. Whether she likes it or not.

Three mates, three alphas, all mine, to have and to hold. Their protection gives me a future, and their love gives me wings. But the best intentions can still lead us to hell. For the first time in my life, I have a future worth fighting for. Only, that doesn't take away my living demons. When they come for me, which they will, I'm no longer alone.

My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future. She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates. To me, she's the saint. But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners. We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.

Thalia Lyndhoven has the cojones to do what needs to be done to make things right in her pack. Nor is she afraid to dirty her hands or push her nose in where angels would fear to tread. With two of her three mates at her side, Thalia's life has never been brighter. For the first time, she's hopeful for tomorrow. She's freer than she's ever been, even if she does have the burden of a prophecy riding on her coattails. But then in walks mate number three. Not only does he have wings, a beautiful face, and an attitude, he has news. A second prophecy.

The Gods are back in town. Well, to be precise, they never left. Just because people stopped believing in them, didn't make them disappear, and Hades, Apollo, Ares, Poseidon, and Zeus are all as about town as they ever were. They just have different names. Ziel Dearil is the God of the dead and the King of the Underworld. With his guardians at his side, demi-god Orpheus, and hero Icarus, he's been ruling his rather boring realm with an iron fist since time began. Then, everything changes when Cressida Jonas walks into their world.

I inherited Las Vegas. It's mine even if I never wanted it. I may be the Don of the Camorra, but every leader needs a Consigliere, and the only one I want belongs to the New York Sicilian Mafia. Aurora Valentini hasn't spoken to me in a decade, and I'm tired of waiting. It's time to claim what's mine. Whether she's ready or not.

Secrets—you know my family is founded on them. Lies—my marriage hinges on one. I kept the past buried like a coward. Now, I feel the constraints of my choices like they’re a chokehold. I know that it’s time to tell my wife the truth. It’s time to deal with the consequences of my actions. Aoife deserves to be my judge, jury, and executioner. If she burns down the house with me in it, well, that’s on me and my filthy secrets….

Rachel always thought I was wasting my life on the Sinners, but being Prez is all I've ever wanted to be. When she tore us apart on her journey to become someone, I let her go. I made sacrifices for her because I knew why she had to prove herself. I just didn't realize that would involve freezing me out for years. Now, she's the best criminal attorney in the Tri-state area, and I'm still Prez—only my world is falling apart.

Thalia Lyndhoven, until recently, was a Pack Princess. Not exactly spoiled, she was barely tolerated by anyone in her family, until an Elder came along and told her fathers, the leaders of the North American Pack, that she was at the center of a prophecy. Along the way, she's found her three mates, learned of the existence of three new races, and has discovered that the Devil is real, and his name isn't Lucifer, but Vulcun, and he doesn't have a tail or horns.

Maverick’s in love with a dead man buried at Arlington National Cemetery, where his heart might as well be buried too. My husband’s stuck in the past, lost in his fractured mind, and the last ten years are a blur to him, meaning I’m a blur to him. But I’m not a ghost. I’m a woman. I’m alive. I breathe. I hurt. Should I let go or hold on? My instinct is to let go, but I have family now. People who matter to me. A posse I’ll kill for.

I friend-zoned Hunter Lachlan because I thought he could never give me what I needed. After a decade of pushing him away, I don't recognize Las Vegas' new Don. Maybe my childhood best friend knew me better than I ever realized.... And maybe, just maybe, he's the one man for whom I'll kneel.

I hate myself more than she could ever hate me. The day I betrayed the love of my life was the day I lived up to every messed-up thing my mother predicted. But I'm tired of being broken. I'm tired of life not being worth living. I never thought I'd get a chance to make amends, but here I am, ready to earn my woman's love back. My road to recovery is ugly, and my road to redemption will be hard, but there is no Storm without his Keira. It's time I prove that to her.

If this arranged marriage falls through, we're going to lose our ranches. Doesn't matter that our families hate one another and have for generations—they came to terms behind our backs. To save our legacies, I'll go through with it but the first time I face Colton Korhonen, I state, "I want a divorce." She's the wife I didn't want until I married her. Coming face to face with our small-town's hatred of her and how her grandmother treats her, triggers every protective bone in my body. Screw business—if marrying her is the only way to keep her safe, I'll do it.

He was my first crush. My first love. But he broke my heart. He tore us apart so brutally that an ocean, never mind a state line, wasn’t enough distance between us. But for all he ruined me, I still love him. Despite the women and the lies, it never died, but that didn’t mean I’d take his BS and roll over for him.

She was an assignment: a selfish brat who'd run away from home and who’d found refuge in an MC, a spoiled pain in my ass that I had to bring back to Daddy. Only—Isabelle is nothing like the picture my initial research painted. Yes, she's a brat. Yes, she's insecure. And yes, she's a Disciple…sort of. But she's so much more than that. So broken, yet so hopeful. So lost, yet so eager to be found.