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Phyllis (Phil) Dubois has long left her performing days behind, opting for a more anonymous role in the music industry instead. Something not everyone is happy about. When the pressure for her to return to the stage mounts, she packs her things in an old RV and hits the road in search of some peace and quiet. She thinks she's found it when she rolls into the small town of Silence.

After a terrible divorce left her blindsided, all Evie Quinn wants is a relaxing girls' trip to Scotland, not a fight for her life with a Chimera shifter—an ancient, secretive enemy with the power to shapeshift into anything with a pulse. Surviving the attack is a plus, but her goddess mother drops a bomb on her: Living will change everything. And… it does. Now she's hiding out in a small town running a popular flower shop, doing her best to resist the urge to gnaw on raw meat every chance she gets, and badly pretending she's the same ol' lovable hedgewitch she always was.

In the bustling city of St. Anderson, Denim Rose Martin is determined to leave her troubled past behind. After a riotous upbringing marked by an unloving mother, she finds herself entangled in a relationship with a charming yet unpredictable man. Just as she begins to break free from his grasp, unsettling truths emerge, hinting at a darker, much more powerful force at play. Draco, a striking kingpin from Mississippi, whose presence sends shivers down Denim's spine.

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.

I was always told people grew roots where they were planted. But mine developed between the hearts of two brothers. For as long as I could remember, they were my protectors, living on the opposite end of the manor. It was when I turned eight that I realized the truth. The twins were never supposed to protect me. It was the other way around, and I would grow up to be the one who kept our family safe. As time went on, they were forced to watch while I was broken and reshaped into the weapon needed to break us free from the cage our family had been forced into.

Inheriting power comes with the chains of control. Ruthless bloodlines, whispered deals, and a family empire built on fear. I never had a choice in the life mapped out for me. Then I met her. Nicky wasn't supposed to be part of my world. She had a record, a broken past, and the kind of fire that made her impossible to ignore. She didn't care about the Parker name. She cared about the man underneath it. So I married her. Built a life with her. Gave her everything. And we destroyed it. Or maybe… someone made sure we would.

Alexander Morgan stands at the pinnacle of pop superstardom—desired by millions, envied by all. But behind the dazzling lights and deafening applause lies a man haunted by secrets. To the world, he's flawless, untouchable. In truth, he's barely holding on. Christopher Foster, back in London for his sister's wedding, has his own ghosts to bury. He never expected to collide with Alexander's turbulent orbit—nor to stir something in the superstar that refuses to stay hidden.

"Marry me, and I'll let your father live." Princess Caliane is convinced she'll die. Her castle's gates are torn open, her father, the king, bound and gagged on his throne, and in his throne room stands the tyrant. His skin is gray, his teeth sharp, his hands tipped with black claws. When he smiles like a predator scenting prey, her stomach roils with terror. The monster forces her to choose: her father's life for her hand in marriage.

The journey isn't over. Jared and Ella's story continues in the next pulse-pounding installment of the HellBeast Kings story. As darkness looms and the past refuses to stay buried, secrets will be unearthed, alliances shattered, and destinies rewritten.

I've never believed in coincidences. I am a man who believes in facts. It wasn't a coincidence that my papà was the last person to see Ocean before she disappeared. The deeper I dig into her past, the more I find out about the girl who turned my world upside down. I may be a liar, but Ocean lied too. But now I know who she truly is...and what she is capable of.

I never wanted to inherit a title; I was doing just fine living estranged from my father, making my own rules. Now that he's dead, I'm the new Duke, and people have expectations of me. The first one is to find myself a Duchess. Olivia Adams is innocent to the world, and far too naive to its cruelty. When her brother betrays me, she comes to me and begs me to spare his life, then she makes a deal with the devil. One she can't go back from. All men of title need heirs, and Olivia's going to learn that Bad Dukes don't play fair.

Socialite Lily Montgomery has done her best to stay out of the spotlight since her mother's death. For five years, she's carried the burden of being an heiress—felt the pressures of upholding her legacy. But she never once believed she was in danger. Until her car is chased and run off the road. Lily can't shake the feeling that the horrific crash was more than a random act of violence. It felt personal. As if someone wanted her to feel terrified and helpless.

I first met Mikhail Ivanov on a plane. He was the stormy-eyed stranger seated next to me, calming me during a bumpy flight… The silver fox who sucked the air out of my lungs and claimed my innocence. I thought it would end with the Mile High Club. I had no idea he was a ruthless Bratva boss, or that he was about to become something even more… My husband. Daddy to my twins. And when the vultures start circling... My savage protector who'll tear the whole world apart for me and my babies.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

I've been through a lot with my brothers—from sinister politicians to stalkers and serial killers. The craziest of all has been watching them fall in love with their soulmates. Our lives are dangerous, so it's a miracle one of us found love, let alone four. As the only one still single, I've accepted a future of loneliness. Until one night, a drag show changes everything. With a voice like an angel, legs for days, and eyes that sweep me away from my own heavy thoughts, Kona intrigues me. Everything about him makes me want to know more. He's also in serious need of saving.

Reapers can't feel. We aren't born. We're created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into existence. We have one purpose. Ferry mortals to the afterlife so they can be judged, weighed, and born anew. I've taken countless human souls, and I've never cared… until I met a human who made me throw everything away for the chance to feel him for just a moment before he died. And then… I saw his twin brother.

She wasn't just an assistant—she was his greatest asset. Ansel Tyler has the perfect assistant—smart, dedicated, and secretly in love with him. But when jealous colleagues whisper in his ear, he makes a cruel mistake, deciding to let Neha Rao go once he secures his promotion. Neha never expected forever, but she didn't expect disrespect, either. When she overhears Ansel saying he intends to fire her once he gets his shiny new Vice President title, she refuses to wait for the inevitable and resigns.

Blood made them all brothers, but trauma made them kings. In this last installment of The Filth Kings, Detavio, Monster, and Octavio are dangerously close to peace... Until the past claws its way back into the present to disrupt and reclaim. Just when Detavio and Monster started to believe that they deserved the women who dared to love them… A supposed buried enemy rises, making both brothers face the ugliest parts of who they were to protect what they've become.

Roman Volkov is a devil in human skin. His next mission is revenge, and she is meant to be nothing more than a pawn in his game. But Ayla Aslan sees something human in him—and dares to love. An angel who once thought she could change him quickly learns he doesn't love; he destroys. Yet angels burn devils alive, and Roman realizes too late that she is his obsession, his weakness, his undoing. She has damned him, but he has shattered her heart.

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.