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I have a secret and I'm going to tell you. I'm the last full-blood witch. I'm the last Savill royal. I'm the heir to a throne four kings rule the world from. I told my secret twice now, to you and my best friend. Now it is time to keep that secret again. Because if they knew I was still alive, it would mean losing my freedom. Maybe even my life. Only for me to end up in the wrong place. Their place.

Eve had one job: kill Adam. But when her mark for the night turns out to be a gift-wrapped omega, Eve can’t resist delaying the job and enjoying the opportunity before her. One bite is all it takes. That’s what Adam is counting on. One bite, and he might live till morning. Success is complicated, and on the run for their lives, Eve and Adam need the one thing neither of them wants: a pack. Can three good men tame the killer and the con artist? Not if this bad alpha can help it.

I live by the cut. It's a brotherhood. Sex, crime, and power. But when I see that sexy little number in over her head at the biker bar, I want to pummel the son of a bitch who threatens her. Taking Alix back to my club for protection is all I can do. Hell, I want to do so much more. She wonders if I'm dangerous. Loaded question. But she needs my help anyway. She knows I'm her only hope to find her sister before the clock runs out. After that, Alix is mine. Whether she knows it or not.

I didn't do relationships. Because I had been burned. I didn't do repeats. Because I was burned, again. I slipped and allowed a repeat. And I was burned for a third time. Then I found her. Beaten and bruised. I knew only I could protect her. And I wanted to. As a friend. I wouldn't fall in love with her. I couldn't fall in love with her. But I did. And it almost killed her.

Sassy, sexy, and hot-headed, she came into town like a wildfire. She's got secrets, I can tell. But Sydney Banner's keeping her cards close to her chest. She can fight it all she wants, but as the enforcer for the Lords of Carnage, I have a way of getting what I want. And I want her in my bed. Every. Damn. Night.

I never wanted to have anything to do with Elyseans, descendants of the Olympian gods. When I'm forced to participate in their deadly trials, I also learn that not everything is as it looks, and my past might just be very different from what I remember. So when I complete their trials, and they offer me an invitation to the Academy, I do the unthinkable and say yes. The plan is simple—find the man who did something outrageous to me when I was five years old, get out of the city of gods, and never look back. If only it were that simple.

My days as MC president are numbered. From the outside, the Ironwood Lords of Carnage are involved in a full-on war. It's an existential threat to the club. On the inside, there's another kind of war ravaging me. It's only a matter of time until it takes me out. It's a race against the clock. And the clock will win.

Life in Rook and Ronin's world has been bliss for 15 years. Rook, Veronica, and Ashleigh are still BFFs raising their kids together. Ronin, Spencer, and Ford have managed to go legit and stay out of trouble. And they have a pack of kids running around the 8,000-square-foot Vail mansion they all share for the holidays - begging for gifts and fun and love. But every happily ever after has problems. Join the whole Rook and Ronin gang for a Team Christmas you will never forget.

One word could kill them all. That's what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young. Powers I never asked for. I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium? My voice. And so I don't talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She's the only reason I'm not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding. In the darkness. In silence. Under a shroud of loneliness with only the dead for company.

Nolan Clark is the last man standing. While he is happy his teammates have found love, he's even happier to be single. But fate is a funny thing. When a one-night stand turns into a friends with benefits agreement, he starts to question why he's holding the beautiful Reagan at arm's length. Nolan Clark should've been off-limits. He's my closest friend's teammate and a man that I'm not prepared for. I lied and told him I understood he'd never offer me a white picket fence and jumped straight into bed when he offered me the only thing he could...sex.

You keep being told to do more complex, more aggressive, and more expensive marketing. Chasing the latest bright, shiny object is exhausting. Increased efforts keep leading to disappointment. The overwhelm for entrepreneurs, marketers, and business leaders is real. There's a better way.

Stellan, Cain, Remington, Paxton, and I are locked together in a war that I refuse to lose. They keep forgetting I was forged in fire by a demon. Monsters don’t scare me. They think I’m trapped in their mansion with them. They think every time I seek their mouths, their hands, it means something. They think they can break me with their punishments…and their pleasures. But I’m only playing their game to win our war. One by one, I’ll find their secrets, however bloody they are, and make them think I’m saving them…only to use those dark secrets against them.

I have a purple stalker. I don’t know what possessed me to hit the Xarc’n warrior with my bat, but now I have a stalker—a big, purple stalker with fangs and horns. And to make things worse, I can’t go back to New Franklin. After my first night out on my own, I wake up all wrapped up and cuddly with a certain possessive hunter. He purrs like a giant cat and vows to protect me. And to top it all off, he has a pet squirrel. A freakin’ pet squirrel! The “Jerk” claims he can’t let go of me, but I don’t buy it. I’m no squirrel, and I don’t intend to be his pet.

It's been years since the disaster that destroyed our lives. Years of me trying to forget everything that happened. Of trying to forget her. I thought I finally had. Now, the only girl I've ever hated shows up in the last place I ever thought I'd see her. This world I live in - the world she's turned up in - it's too dangerous for her. She needs my help, even though she doesn't want it, and I sure as hell don't want to give it to her.

Tide goes into town for a bit of fun: he can’t wait to get his hands on a human female. Even though his evening doesn’t pan out as expected, a bit of fun is exactly what he gets. He is shocked when the same female turns up on dragon territory as their new healer. Tide does not believe in coincidence. Who is she really and why is she here?

Sure, everyone thinks Jax and Piper are secretly in love - but he's a handsome hockey player who can't be tied down, and she's a bright-eyed entrepreneur who doesn't do hookups. When Piper needs help promoting her latest business venture, a dating app called Soulmate, the "Big Rig" is happy to loan his hockey fame. The lucky gal who matches with Jax will spend one steamy night with the tall athlete at a luxury spa resort. But months of hard work are ruined when the dating app insists that, out of millions of eligible girls, Jax's best shot at true love is none other than Piper herself.

From the outside, the gorgeous Freya Evandale seems like a quirky bookworm with a taco addiction. Most people would never guess she's a proud drop-out of the FBI's training academy and a highly skilled computer nerd. These days, she's happy as a private detective at Codex, specializing in stolen rare books. That is until an old nemesis with an arrogant smirk and superhero shoulders ends up in her office.

There’s one thing they don’t tell you about men without souls when they’re cast into damnation. Once we make a home for ourselves in hell, there’s nothing left to fear from life. And a man without fear is a man without limits. I hadn't had any limits in 10 long years.

Each Sunday morning, I stand in robes at an altar and preach about being good and moral. But when night falls, I take justice into my own hands, stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Ending the lives of men who never deserved to step foot inside my church. Until I meet her.

I clipped a shiny, new FBI badge to my belt, thinking I could save the world. Four years later, the shield’s got some dents, along with my idealism. And there’s one cold case that’s come back to haunt me.