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He’s the Mafia boss’ son. And just as ruthless as his father. I was 10 when I first heard the term arranged marriage. From the way my cousin cried about hers, I knew it wasn’t a life I wanted. When I turned 18, I learned I’d face the same fate.

I’ll do anything to protect them. Even if it means walking away. The Voronin brothers didn’t just save my life. They showed me what it’s like to be truly cared for, to be a part of an unbreakable bond. Which is why I have to do this.

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.

The oldest foe of all witches have returned from their ostensible grave. They have sworn an oath of blood for blood and will have their vengeance at any cost. However, not all witches aren't who they used to be. Some come with incredible power and have allies these Evil Dudes have never faced.

Twenty years ago, I stole something that could win the war between Heaven and Hell. Don't get me wrong, I'm no do-gooder. I wanted to rule everything with the King of Hell. However, I have serious qualms with killing eight billion people in order to get what I want. He didn't. Irreconcilable differences, right? So, I did what any witch would do. I faked my death and hid out in the Seattle suburbs, living as a mundane. Stay at home moms are practically invisible here!

Miriam Diaz has lived as a typical mundane on Seattle's Eastside for the past 17 years. She serves on the parent teacher association, bakes for her daughter's cheer squad, and is an all-around champion stay-at-home mom. Pretty average and totally boring. Miriam likes it that way. All the better to keep her secrets. When a hellhound shows up on her morning run, her carefully crafted façade of normalcy comes crashing down.

Maggie Brown is sensible, responsible, and worried. Her irresponsible sister has run off with a revolutionary, their feckless mother swears she’s dying, and Maggie has no choice but to brave the forests of San Pablo to reunite her family. To do so, she needs Ben Frazer, a rough and tumble soldier of fortune who seems a little too interested in Maggie and has a tendency to head in the wrong direction. Throw in a counter-revolutionary named El Gallo Loco and life isn’t nearly as sensible as she thought it was.

Scarlett was ready for a change when the offer to take over a small clinic in the town of Garoureve passed her desk. Within a month she had arrived, ready to get right to work as the town’s newest medical provider. What she found, instead, was a town that needed her so desperately it wasn’t willing to let her go.

I was a good girl once, but now I’ve got bloody hands and a broken heart. When Julian Maduro and his wretched sister breathed their last, I thought that would be the end of it. But I should’ve remembered the brutal truth that’s been beaten into me over and over again…people like me don’t get happily ever afters. Alec Beckham forced me to do the unthinkable, shredding my heart with the squeeze of a trigger. And he’s not done with me yet.

Queen of Anarchy is the heart-pounding second installment in the Dirty Broken Savages series. Note: The blurb below contains spoilers for the first book, so I'd highly recommend not reading it until you've finished listening to book one, Kings of Chaos. You've been warned! "I was a good girl once. But bad b*tches get shit done. My list is finished. Every name has been crossed off. I should be sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere, breathing easy for the first time in years. But I’m not".

I was a good girl once. But now they’ve unleashed the devil in me. Now there’s only one name that whispers through my mind like a siren call to my demons. Julian f*cking Maduro. He took her from me. So I’m going to take everything from him. With the Kings of Chaos by my side, I’m going to dismantle his life piece by piece. He’s powerful, but we’ll be stronger. He’s vicious, but we’ll be more cruel. He’s cunning, but we’ll be more devious. And when all of this is over, he’ll be dead, and we’ll be dancing on his ashes.

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear vengeance like a suit of armor. I’ve got a list with six names on it. Six people who wronged me, who hurt me, who took everything from me. Six people who turned me into the monster I am now. And I’ve crossed off every name but one.

While on a routine research trip, author Amelia Murray walks through a doorway at an old fort and slips back in time to 1754, leaving her friends and college-aged daughter behind. Taken hostage by a French military unit, her confiscated notebook, with the dates and locations of battles for a young George Washington, could lead to his early death and the demise of the future United States.

Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite. I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger. In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice. So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right? Wrong.

I thought I had everything: a devoted husband, and a magnificent new house for us to start a family in. But the house had secrets. The former owner, whose stern portrait hangs in the library—I swear I can feel him watching me. Touching me. Wanting me. I could convince myself it was all in my mind until I found out my husband cheated on me...but now, all bets are off.

At the center of the story lies Emily Weiss, the elusive former Teen Vogue “superintern” on the reality show The Hills turned Into the Gloss beauty blogger who had the vision, guts, and searing ambition needed to launch Glossier. She cannily turned every experience, every meeting into an opportunity to fuel her own personal success. Together with her expensive, signature style and singular vision for the future of consumerism, she could not be stopped.

You know that post-vacation glow? Where you’re all sun-kissed and optimistic and determined to make changes in your life? Well, mine lasted for about five minutes. Until I walked into the office and saw Myles Salinger sitting in my boss’s chair. One look at his scowling face was enough to make me want to fly straight back to Europe. And no, he’s not getting any of the donuts I brought in for the team. He doesn’t deserve them. You see, on paper, he’s my contemporary. In reality, he’s been my workplace nemesis for the last two years.

Terrorism expert Shana Adams has hidden her telepathic talents for her own safety. The Federation would throw her in jail, or worse, condemn her to death. She's ignored her talents for so long, she is stunned when they come rushing back to life revealing not only her boss Marcus Carlyle's attraction to her, but the plot to kill him.

June's got a pretty easy job as the personal assistant to her twin brother, star of the number one nature show on TV. Then he's accused of murder. Which sucks. Networks tend to fire first and ask questions later. And June doesn't want to lose her cushy assistant job. Or, you know, see her twin end up in jail. When she stumbles onto a clue, she's forced to turn to the only person who can prove her brother's innocence: her arch nemesis. Just one problem. Somebody wants him dead.

With a single bullet, my heart shattered. With a single bullet, the Jackals destroyed any chance at peace. Because it’s not just about the war between two gangs anymore. When Hugh came after the people I love, he made it personal. I don’t care if Gavin still hates me, and I don’t give a s--t if I’m disobeying his marching orders.