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Andrei Barinov is the heir of the Barinov Bratva—a prince with the world at his fingertips. I was working as a wedding photographer, trying to forget my cheating ex-fiancé when my path crossed with his. He offered me a chance to escape, throw caution to the wind, and forget my troubles. I never got a chance to tell him my answer when the bullets started flying. He saved me that day, and I thought I'd never see him again. Until I find him standing in my kitchen. He's making the same offer to me again. But this time, he's not giving me a choice.

With Thane’s memory restored, the demon pack heir is coming for me again. Despite the inexorable pull I feel toward my mate, my beautiful enemy, I won’t make the same mistake twice. He’s not the only one with power, and it’s time to take fate into my own hands.

With the Alpha Trials starting, I have to get my head in the game. Problem is, my heart is so obsessed with my infuriating cursed mate, I can’t focus. But I have to. Because with the secret of my true bloodline out, the supreme alpha wants my head on a platter. And he’s not above using the trials to get the job done. As if surviving the dreaded trials wasn’t bad enough, I also have to deal with the unwanted (and sometimes deadly) advances of the other Lunar Pack competitors. Who knew this mate thing was such a big deal?

Torn between two worlds. And four men. Sebastian. Toshi. Theo. Kyle. My pretense of a human life was shattered when someone close to me died. Kyle was killed. I needed answers, and the only way to find them is to ask Sebastian, Toshi, and Theo to find out who’s responsible. Unknown to us, we’re playing right the killer’s hands.

I never thought I’d lose so much when I first set foot in Moon Valley, but I refuse to believe it was all in vain. I won’t stop until Tyrien is punished, the curse is broken, and my mate is free. With the Alpha Trials in full swing, I need to stay focused on what’s really at stake. It’s not just about winning the game, it’s about stealing the throne from the supreme alpha and finally getting my revenge. The only way I can do that is with my reluctant fated mate at my side. He’s vowed to help me win, but will he really be able to kill his own flesh and blood to protect me?

I'll see you in Chicago. Those words echoed in Marisol Soltero's mind as she sprinted across Bogota. Back in Chicago, she waited outside Governor Sabrina Sloane's luxury condo, needing to see the woman she loved return to safety. But Sabrina didn't return. Not to Chicago and not to Marisol. That was six months ago. Now a series of disappearances in Humboldt Park provide the distraction Marisol needs. Her people are going missing. Snatched off the street right under her nose. Clues are sparse, but Marisol's gut tells her the culprit is her old enemy.

Simone Evans is a hot mess. Fresh from a second stint in rehab and on sabbatical from the family business, Simone doesn’t believe that there’s a genuine soul in the world. Yet at a gathering in Miami, Simone meets the outgoing and charming Petra. On the run from one crime or another, the pickpocketing grifter known as Petra Kallis has no qualms giving Simone a lift. First it’s to the airport. Then it’s to an Atlantan hotel, where sparks inevitably fly and Petra quickly discovers just what kind of woman Simone is when the clothes come off.

Family visits? Check. The dreaded finale on the horizon? Double-check. And to top it off, with Dawn missing, my mind's a mess. I can't shake her from my thoughts, and I've got looming eliminations breathing down my neck. Now I'm stuck at a crossroads – do I cling to the ghost of what we had, or do I dive into something new in the final weeks? Just when I think things can't get crazier, I tumble into the arms of an old love, throwing my heart into a wild tailspin.

When Daniella Trivolli sneaks into a holiday party at a sex club, there's one thing on her mind: Busting her cheating fiancé. But nothing can prepare her for a confrontation with the sinfully sexy owner once she's caught. And while her head is telling her to leave, her body has a different agenda.

My younger brother hates me…he’s getting married. And of course, my mother is going to have a field day with me still being a bachelor. But love is for the birds. I don’t have time for that madness. So, a fake date from an agency will work in a pinch. Hope this poor damsel in distress is up for having to meet my wretched family. Much to my surprise, she’s not at all what I thought she would be. Curvy, bold, hilarious—everything I want in my life. This isn’t good. Why in the world would a woman like her sell her time to a man like me?

Cora Caspian has been nanny to adorable triplet girls since the day they were born. But when their parents die, she’s stunned when their will dictates that a former Navy SEAL become the girls’ co-guardian with her. She’ll be in charge of the girls’ health and happiness...and William Royce will keep them safe. Of all the men in the hired security firm, William seems to her to be the least likely to take care of three toddlers. He’s all alpha male, muscle, and military might.

Charli Sweet is happy to be living in Castleton, Maine with her roommate Natalie and working at her aunt’s bakery doing their social media management. She is, promise. So, what if she can’t stop thinking about her ex who dumped her in dramatic fashion a year ago by changing the locks on their apartment? It takes a long time to get over a breakup.

My name is Cat McKenzie, and I’ve been a very bad girl…. No, not in the I-need-a-spanking way...pervert. Nope, my kind of bad got my partner killed on my first day of the job. And now I’m getting punished by being thrown in as human liaison to PIG—the Paranormal Investigative Group.

Selling love hasn’t given me the upper hand on love yet. But romance is messy and inconvenient. I’m interested in passion and pleasure. The rest is overrated. Unfortunately, a recent round of internet rumors might kill my billion-dollar business. A fake fiancée for a month should prove to the clients that I’m not the playboy everyone thinks I am. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Besides, my private life is, well, private! Luckily enough, this beautiful, curvy woman that takes the job wants something in return. Games are so fun when played correctly.

After getting my heart ripped out last season on Hitched, I finally get the chance to be the one in charge. I’m the new bachelor, and I get my pick of twelve smoking hot supernatural girls. My tiger and I plan on having the time of our lives. No commitment, no heartbreak, just casual hook-ups with no strings attached. Sound too good to be true? Damn, right it is.

Ruthless assassin Gabriel has little fear and even fewer scruples. Every head has a price, and every hunt is a thrill. He saunters through life on a tightrope, mocking fate and defying death with every step. So when he's forced to hunt down and deliver a prophesied blood sacrifice, Gabriel has no reason to expect trouble. Until he realizes just who the mark is—a wildcat of a woman with dark eyes and an even darker secret . . .

Killian's scars are all people see, but with his wretched past, he doesn't want them to look closer. He resigned himself long ago to living as an indentured slave to a powerful and capricious high mage-until a chance meeting with a temptress outside a brothel teaches him to want. If only he hadn't asked her price for the night.

Two worlds. Five men. And one of them still alive. Kyle's survival rocked my world, but the revelation of my pregnancy brings about my worst fears. Indictment into the very prophecy I am running from. The Primal Council is fractured. War looms before us. Eradication versus transfiguration, and not one human is safe. The Council is preparing for war and I'm carrying a deadly secret. One that threatens to fracture the bond I have with the men around me. The village wants to claim me and the Primals want to protect me. I'm torn between two sides.

Needing a fake date in a hurry leads to intense awkwardness. Especially when your dumbass chooses a girl from the dating service that looks a little familiar. Like "we got drunk and married in Vegas one night" familiar. 'Cause we did.

Bogie had Bacall. Carrie had Big. I had Wyatt. Growing up, he was the handsome cowboy next door - an unlikely confidant, my best friend, my first kiss, and my favorite person. We were just a couple of small-town kids with ambitions bigger than the stars in our eyes. The summer after graduation, we made a pact: I’d go to college in New York and he’d stay and take over his daddy’s ranch. If, by 28, we were both still single, we’d get married…But as we stood in our high school gymnasium the night of our 10-year reunion, Wyatt told me he loved me too much to marry me.