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I’m supposed to be leading my team to the championship, but my new receiver is messing with my head. Riley is talented, smart, and everything I want. Even if I could convince her to give me a chance, the university has a strict no fraternization rule. She’s off limits – as long as she’s on the team…

I woke up with fangs, a thirst for blood, and no memories of my past. To add to my confusion, the Grim Reaper is inexplicably hell-bent on ending me. Who would've thought that the God of the Dead would wear designer suits and ooze power and danger like a mob boss straight from the underworld?

My car broke down on an icy road in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got no money in the bank, no place to stay, and no food for my kids. Can it get any worse? Sure. A police car pulls up. The county sheriff calls his twin brother to tow my car for repairs that'll probably cost more than the beater is worth. They say don’t worry about it. They only want to help.

The moment we felt the mate bond, Kaci had only one choice to make: surrender to instinct and bear our pups like a good girl or force us to chase her down, belt her ass, and breed her hard. She chose hard, and she got it. Over and over again. But the truth is she was ours long before we marked her.

Steven Drokharis has done well to survive on Battle World, a planet designed to murder him and everyone he loves. In order to defeat the Zothoric, he needs both an ancient artifact and an army of allies on a distant world. With the help of the mysterious Shadow Archer, he'll find himself on a quest that strains the limits of his imagination. It certainly isn’t going to be easy on Chastity and Prudence Wayne—the Texas machine-gun twins never signed on to search for lost elves. Good thing Mouse is there to provide the sarcasm and Uchiko the arrows.

My car broke down on an icy road in the middle of nowhere. I’ve got no money in the bank, no place to stay, and no food for my kids. Can it get any worse? Sure. A police car pulls up. The county sheriff calls his twin brother to tow my car for repairs that'll probably cost more than the beater is worth. They say don’t worry about it. They only want to help. Sure they do. These gorgeous guys just happen to have two friends who own a luxurious motel called Little Cypress Lodge.

First, I was broke down alongside an icy road in the middle of nowhere, divorced, and homeless with two small children. Then, four gorgeous men took me and my kids in. They gave me an incredible job, an over-the-top mansion, and...a baby.

Night after night, I meet Death. He turns me inside out and makes me feel things I never knew possible. Day by day, his patience thins as I deprive the god of death the one thing he wants more than anything. My heart. But with my kind of childhood, one doesn’t just go dropping the L word unless it’s to a triple chocolate buttercream cupcake. I’m an acts of service kind of vampire, so I’m showing I care by tracking down the only blade forged that can kill him. Because if Grim dies, the whole world will go to hell. And facing an eternity without him would kill me.

My life sucks. More accurately, I suck- blood. I woke up on a cold slab in a morgue two weeks ago, with no memories and a new drinking habit that seriously cramps my ability to make friends. Now, I’m hunting for answers in Sin City about my past and who I was, but someone else is hunting me.

I’ve never met someone so determined to piss me off. Soren Brehm thinks he’s my personal hero because he has something I need, but he can’t solve all my problems with a wicked smile and a spacious second bedroom. Not until I get past his football star façade and realize he sees me, really sees me. I don’t need saving—but maybe I need him.

From homeless single mom broke down on the side of an icy road...to living in a mansion with four gorgeous men. Not only have the Blakely Four Brothers taken me and my kids in, but they've also given me a dream-come-true job as an exclusive model for their new fashion line. I have a magnificent roof over my head. My kids are happy, fed, and safe. I have four incredible men in my bed. Plus a fantastic, glamorous new job making more money than I ever dreamed possible.But we messed up, and this beautiful dream may come crashing down.

I was forced to volunteer. Transported to an alien world. Stolen by an alien pirate. I must integrate to gain my freedom.

When two dragon shifters decided I was their mate, they didn't ask. They just chased me down, tore my panties off, and spanked my bare ass until I was ready to come like a good girl for them.

I'm bound to Grim by blood now, making me his vampire slave for all eternity. But he'll find out there is only one will I abide by. Mine. Now the rest of the immortals know I exist, and they want a look at the only living vampire. Except half the immortals want to possess me as their own vampire slave, while the other half want to kill me outright. Grim swears he won’t let anyone harm me, but he's been absorbing tainted, dark souls to the breaking point. How can he protect anyone when his power is compromised?

Paladins are supposed to exist in stories and games, right? That’s what galactic space smuggler Guy Sutherland thought, too. Now he’s a Paladin. It started when he held an ancient sword, brimming with strange magic. Things got weird after that, like stat screens listing his nifty skills and attributes. The planet of Faeheim is undergoing the same change. A wave of energy is changing the world, assigning classes and levels to the fae, turning animals into monsters, and spurring the empire to commit multiple atrocities.

The Tentacle Monsters have always been sentient, but now they can talk in a way humans can understand. Ensign Sandra Tevins of the Star Patrol has signed up to train for the job of harnessing their incredible power to bend space/time to their will. She is learning to handle them—and be handled by them, as monsters have a particular hunger for human sexual submission. Sandra is not new to dominance and submission, having a long-standing D/s relationship in her kinky poly family, but the demands of her training go beyond anything she has experienced before.

The only daughter of a country baron, Honor hin'Bellvue has long felt the weight of duty to her noble house - a duty her mother abandoned when she left her child and husband for a foreign lover. Now an adult, and entering the social Season for the first time, Honor is keen to help restore House Bellvue's reputation. Natasha Volkova is an immigrant to Metamor City, struggling to adjust to civilian life after serving in a brutal world war. When she isn't working as a house guard, she soothes her battle scars with hard drinking and beautiful women.

If there's something wrong with your tentacle monster, who are you going to call? Dale Clearwater: Monster Whisperer. With her own ship and a menagerie of tentacle monsters, she travels from world to world, rehabilitating monsters and training the people who love them. From the amorphous, fluid Kritzoan to the stonelike Nalcheka, Dale embraces the monsters and records her encounters for a reality show that broadcasts to countless worlds.

Honor hin'Bellvue is a young lady from a minor noble house - with a newly-discovered submissive streak that aches to be satisfied. Natasha Volkova is an army veteran, a commoner, a foreigner - and a sexual dominant, whose commanding persona can reduce Honor to a quivering puddle of need. Thrown together by a twist of fate, these two very different women surprised and delighted each other with their unexpected liaison - but they never thought it would be more than a fling.

Honor hin'Bellvue, a young lady from a minor noble house, has found her life changing in ways she never could have expected. Her companion and bodyguard, Natasha Volkova, is a powerful sexual dominant who has awakened Honor's need for submission and service. Their new friend Alix, a noble scion and asexual romantic, may offer the perfect chance for them to continue their "arrangement" under a cover of social respectability. And by joining a new women's rights movement among Metamor's nobility, Honor is staking a claim for control over her own destiny.