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Twins Oliver and Trisha love going on adventures with their dad. Canoeing and camping on the Champion River will be their best trip yet! But when they capsize in rapids, their father is knocked unconscious. Alone and without cell phone reception, their only choice is to continue down river for help.

The duke of the powerful House Hauteclare is the first to die. With my dagger in his back. He didn't see it coming. Didn't anticipate the bastard daughter who was supposed to die with her mother—on his order. He should have left us with the rest of the Station's starving, commoner rubbish.

As the only werewolf immune to the curse forcing my kind to shift every night, I'm a bit of a hot commodity . . . and not in a good way. I went to New York thinking it would be the safest place to hide. Wrong decision. The city is home to one of the largest packs in the world. Its leader? Tall, strong, sexy, and determined that I'm his. When my scent starts driving unmated men insane, that giant, possessive beast who won't leave me alone is the only one who can protect me. One way or another, I'm totally screwed.

I've suffered for six months at Violet's hand. She's been collecting my blood and keeping it in her dungeon. She demands to know where Lucius is, but there's one problem: I'm not Talia and I have no idea where Lucius is.

Failing out of college wasn't on my dream board. Neither was getting knocked up. Just the same, here I am, ready to start another year at Rake Forge University, pregnant and currently homeless. And it looks like I'm not the only one who's returned. Juan Hernandez, my sister's best friend, saunters through campus with that granite jaw and those raven strands of hair kissing his brow, his whiskey eyes searing everyone to ash. I've avoided him for months, but the second he sees me, the jig is up.

Since my dog died, I've been cursed with dreams of blood and cries. Things that were once so clear are now foggy. Why have the gods plagued my life? With loss and rot. I've grown to despise the deities I was raised to worship. So why do I find myself crossing into the realm of the gods and entertaining the same ethereal beings?

I've been separated from Atlan, and there's definitely something creepy and deadly going on in this bunker. This isn't the rescue mission we were told it was. No, this is a trap, and we've been lured here on purpose by a beautiful, monstrous man. I'm not sure why he wants Atlan and me, but I need to find out, because this new enemy just might be more dangerous than the zombie hordes racing across the plains. But what if the bunker also holds humanity's best hope for survival?

My body is changing, and so is the power dynamic inside the bunker. With the chimera serum racing through my veins, I can barely believe in a future for myself, much less one that includes Atlan. He's trying, though. Trying to convince me that his love is unbreakable . . . while I can barely think past my need for revenge on the people who did this to me. They have to pay, and they need to be stopped before they do more damage to what's left of the human race.

So . . . I didn't handle the zombie apocalypse well. I used to be a third-grade teacher, but since the Gorging, my life has been . . . kinda rotten. I lost my group to the undead, became indebted to one of the gangs, and now I've been sold as a blood-slave. My new owner is Atlan, one of the vampire warriors who guard Blue City's walls and defend us from the zombies. The vampires are like celebrities around here. It's my job to provide Atlan with a clean blood source and any other services he needs.

So there's a name for what I am. Ruby Wolf. And apparently, the rules don't really apply to us. For one, we come in pairs. The other half of mine is a douche named Ezra, and he's convinced that walking around naked is all it will take to talk me into choosing him. If we don't mate, I'll die. Period. End of story. But I won't betray Roman like that, so I'm dying slowly and painfully. Until he goes and signs up for the trials that can make him like me. The trials no one has survived in more than a hundred years.

My life has taught me to expect the unexpected. A serial killer rampaging through the New York Pack? Sure. Why not? But a serial killer who smells like me? That's a heck of a lot more than unexpected. With the Alphas of All poking around and my own Alpha on a rampage to figure out who the murderer is, it becomes a race to see who finds the truth first. I'll find the killer. Or the Alphas will find me. Either way, it's time to face the facts. There's a lot more to being "Wolfsbane" than suppressing my pack's shifting. And I'm pretty sure it starts with my freakishly red hair.

Club Enforcer Troy DeLance is hellbent on revenge—eye-for-an-eye and all that—so he kidnaps his prospect's sister as payback for a betrayal. If he has to tie Stacey Martin to his bed to make sure she stays, so be it. All the better if she likes it. Stacey will do anything to save her brother. Even if it means surrendering in ways she never imagined to her beastly kidnapper. But as their relationship heats up, neither realizes that someone else is plotting a far more deadly payback . . .

Small town, big dreams, a nightmare I never expected. I grew up with stars in my eyes and dreams beating a soft staccato in my heart. Career, marriage, then family. I knew what I wanted. How I wanted it. I never expected him. Mason Miller. Charming, arrogant, sadistic. He ruined everything. He ruined me

Abruptly taken from her normal existence on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Ismini Harrovnian is thrust into a reality where dimensions beyond her wildest dreams intertwine, and where gods reign with both power and anguish. An ancient promise binds her fate—a promise made by Dyletri, the God of Lust, who lost the woman he loved. In his grief-fueled desperation, he agreed to sacrifice Ismini in the distant future. As Ismini grapples with her new reality, she is confronted by a shocking revelation—she carries a mysterious illness.

Have you ever wondered where monsters came from? Their origin has been kept a secret for centuries. As long as Halsey and Brigham, her cousin turned mission partner, were on the hunt, you didn't need to wonder, or worry. Till now. Keeping people in the dark is not so easy when supernatural things stop following the rules and the Clan Council doesn't want to accept that something is very, very wrong. It's a full moon, the Summer Solstice, and an ancient coffin has washed up on the beaches of Moher, Ireland. Could the Mother of Monsters really have returned? It's just not possible.

Macayla: My new landlord, ex-Special Forces Vic Gate, is intense, and even that's too domesticated a way to describe him. Extreme raw power seems more appropriate. Or maybe godlike, except there isn't anything forgiving or merciful in him. Then again, he gave me and my little boy Jackson a week to vacate his cabin instead of seven minutes. But the dangerously quiet, six-foot-four muscled wall does something to me. And it's way more than a sweet fluttering in my belly. This is an eagle-diving, bee-stinging, fire-breathing-dragon fluttering that causes all kinds of chaos inside me.

Before Samson McShane, I was merely Sable Cole, the oldest daughter of our town's druggie. Multiple eyes were on me, watching my every action—waiting for me to mess up. When I met Samson, we couldn't be more different yet he became my escape. He took me out of the protective shell I created for myself and showed me what it meant to be free. Our lives would drift apart. I saw him, clashed with him, and loved him sixteen times. My past should have shown me the error in loving him. It never did. Samson McShane was my sin and my addiction. He was my sixteenth need.

Tick. Tick. Tick. It’s the sound I hear when I look in the mirror, or when my mother reminds me of a certain internal clock too. It’s all I hear when I go on these blind dates my friend—Laken Decker—keeps setting me up on. I wasn’t looking for another date from anyone—except maybe, the firefighter. Let alone seeing one of them again when a small kitchen fire ignites my coffee shop, The Perfect Cup. Now I’m burning up with my attraction for the sexy firefighter who saved me and the desire to overcome my past, the abandonment I feel from the one man I should have trusted most.

Lukas, the Alpha of the Arcana wolf pack, has chosen to seduce me in his private chamber before I join his pack and declare a mate. But Lukas doesn't intend to rush things. A tantalizing game of cat and mouse uncovers my dark desires, and no matter how I try to resist, I'm lost in him. Although the sex is so good I forget my own name, I can't deny there's still something missing . . . Reaper, the Omega's eldest grandson.

I'm indecisive when it comes to my shoes. Choosing a werewolf mate who'll be with me until I croak? Pardon me while I take some time to think on it. But a steamy encounter before the final ceremony changes everything. Reaper, the Omega's eldest grandson, is fiercely loyal, scorching hot, and built for pleasure. He brings down my defenses, and before I know what's happening, I succumb to the heat in his touch and the skill of his mouth. I've only just met him, but I need him like no other.