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Learning that I'm a wolf shifter didn't come as a surprise. I always knew there was something different about me. Finding out that my adoptive parents knew all along, right before they drugged and sold me off to my captors, convincing the world that I was dead, was the shocking part. But a voice cuts through my despair. Christophe Nightwolf reminds me of the dreams I have beyond this prison cell and our torturer's mind games. Even in this dark, cold, agony-filled prison, he sees me, though we've never laid eyes on each other.

The last time I saw my ex-fling, she was toasting her engagement to a record producer. So when I heard she'd had a baby, I assumed he was the father... until she showed up at my house seven years later with a little boy and said, "Your turn." I'm a drummer who works afternoons and nights. My life is loud, chaotic, and definitely not kid-friendly. But I was raised by a nanny, and I see no harm in finding one for my son. Too bad he rejects every single person I hire. The only person he actually likes? Not a nanny. She's a friend of a friend and the former floor manager at a brewery.

Juniper Walden was shocked when she went from a Beta to an Omega in the blink of an eye. After meeting Seth, Bennett, Theo, and Arin, she finds herself spending her first heat in their care. After the heat, her new life is full of change and uncertainty as she navigates four new relationships, career highs, and confrontations with family. Seth and Bennett would do anything for her, Theo has his own reservations about designation politics, and Arin just wants to make sure June's future with the pack is anxiety-free. As strange occurrences begin to pile up, that becomes easier said than done.

The moment I tasted her, I knew one thing—she was mine. I stole her from her wedding and put a ring on her hand. But there's an ache I can't ignore—I might never have her heart. Vivienne Cole is my enemy's daughter. My perfect revenge. And now… my wife. I planned to use her as my weapon to rip her father's world apart. But marrying Vivienne wasn't supposed to feel this good. Her fire tempts me. Her defiance dares me. Her laugh makes me forget I'm a monster. I should break her. Instead, I crave her. She calls me a beast. She's right. She hates me. She should.

I broke the code—touched my best friend's sister. Broke her heart—left her behind with my baby. Broke myself—became the monster I swore I'd never be. Six months in Russian hell turned me into Shakal. The Jackal. The one who laughs while bones snap. The one who kills for the Bratva crest on his chest. My dying best friend made me swear: Protect Vanya. Blood oath sealed in his last breath. Now she owns my nights. And I own the secret she's hiding.

This entire mess started when my older brother's best friend got hired to be my bodyguard. Colton Keller has been keeping an eye on me ever since he came to live on our ranch. The wall of muscle wrapped in mysterious darkness has spoken less than five words to me in the same number of years. But now that Colton's position is official, he follows me like a reclusive shadow. I try to ditch him at every turn, but he never lets me get too far. Just as I'm about to get more creative with my evasive maneuvers, a threat to my safety pushes him to the extreme.

After nearly a decade behind bars, Franklin "Kilo" DeLuca is finally free—but freedom comes with more weight than he expected. Once a quiet storm with a dangerous edge, Kilo finds himself facing the past he thought he left behind. Jameala "Mel" Sanders knew him before the system got its claws in him, and fate brought them back together when her job placed her in the prison where he was in. What started behind bars now has room to breathe, but as secrets surface and old wounds reopen, Kilo must fight for the future he's building with Mel—and make sure there's never a question of his heart.

After everything they've survived, Savanna and Kairo are done playing by the rules. The contract that once bound them is now the blueprint for an unbreakable empire—but love, power, and peace don't always coexist. With the past clawing at their future and new chapters unfolding fast, they'll have to decide what matters most: holding onto the fire that started it all or stepping fully into the legacy they've built together. But in this world, nothing is promised. Not loyalty. Not love. Not tomorrow.

Exiled. Hunted. Haunted. I clawed my way out of the Bratva's grip, but no one escapes this life without scars. Now, I trade in secrets and shattered souls, saving the ones no one else will. But then he shows up. Rafi Gatti—mafia prince, underground fighter, walking temptation wrapped in sin. He wants my help. I want nothing to do with him. Because men like Rafi? They don't just take what they want. They ruin you. And if I let him get too close… I might beg him to.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

Gemma Summers is broke, burnt out, and about three weeks from moving back in with her parents. Her career has imploded, her confidence is circling the drain, and the last thing she needs is a run-in with Alder Hawke—the dangerously charming ex who still haunts her dreams and could buy her a new life with just his pocket change. When a magickal tarot card sends them spiraling—literally—into another realm and they land in the steampunk-inspired Kingdom of Cups, Gemma is forced to rely on the man who shattered her trust, broke her heart, and somehow still makes her weak in the knees.

Hawke Ivanov is known to excel at two things: sex and violence. It's why I never took our fling seriously, accepting it with no strings attached. Except now, his mischievous ways have become all-consuming, and I'm his new obsession, especially after one night that changed everything between us. Hawke is using me to run away from his own demons, and when I realize it's not only a matter of our bodies but hearts as well, I tell him sweet little lies to keep him away. All I wanted was a good boy in my bed. The last thing I needed was a dangerous man carving his way into my heart.

"On the other side of that door is the man you're going to marry." My father's chilling command sends a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, it clicks. The mysteriously gifted dress. The innocent-looking invitation. This isn't dinner. It's a wedding. My goddamn wedding. The doors swing open... And towering at the altar, all muscle, ink, and menace—Leon Natali. The monster I've cursed since I was old enough to know his name. He's older. Colder. Desperate for an heir. And I'm the gift-wrapped offering meant to seal a blood-soaked alliance.

My assignment is simple. I'm the fake date of billionaire Alexander Maddox for the weekend. My job: to attend a Hamptons wedding with him and convince all the heiresses and socialites competing for his attention—including his ex, who happens to be the wedding planner—that he's very much taken. Alexander Maddox is the oldest of the four Maddox brothers, Manhattan's most eligible bachelors. He's also the CEO of his family's legacy investment empire, loaded beyond belief, and, according to rumors, sexy as sin. But this is strictly a business arrangement.

I'm indoorsy with a capital I, but I need to fake a little outdoorsiness to get a promotion. A five-day hike sounds like my nightmare, but after upending my life and moving from the city back to my small hometown, I need a win. I didn't expect to find someone like Grant Irwin in the wilderness with me. A cinnamon roll in mountain man form, he's freakishly competent out here, and endlessly patient with my missteps. But after everything with my critical ex-fiancé fell apart, I'm not looking for love. Especially not with someone who's only here on vacation.

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet under like the government wanted. Not until I claw my way through the academy that yearns to finish what was started that night. I'd vowed to get back to the men who risked everything to save me—the ones twice my age who should've never looked twice at the naive, bubbly Omega who thought the world wasn't cruel. I learned the hard way. It's merciless.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to get my teammate off my back, her name is the one that falls out of my mouth. I expect her to laugh in my face when I ask for her help. Or maybe throw something at me. What I don't expect is for her to say yes. Turns out, there's something she wants enough to agree to the arrangement.

Maybe skinny dipping in the neighbor's pool wasn't the best idea. Especially when the ridiculously hot new homeowner catches me and scolds me like I've been a very naughty girl. Turns out, my new neighbor, Austin, doesn't live alone. He has two smoking-hot housemates and two adorable kids. When the kids' coldhearted nanny abruptly quits, Austin offers me a live-in nanny gig. I love my kid-free evenings, but I'm in desperate need of a new place to live, so I reluctantly accept. Now I'm living in a house full of temptation. All three of these men are sharing my bed and stealing my heart.

Falling in love with my father's best friend wasn't on my to-do list. Yes, he's hot. Sure, I've been flirting with him since I was 16. Of course, I'd be down for a little fun. When Laiken begins returning my flirting, things get heated. It was supposed to be sexy fun and nothing more. We weren't planning on making this a forever thing.

It was only supposed to be a part-time babysitting job. Then the wildfires swept through the valley. Now I'm stuck at a Napa winery with the three guys who run the place. And considering what they look like? Things could be a lot worse. Luke Ashford, the dark-and-handsome owner whose son I'm nannying. Beckett Montgomery, the London-born business manager who reminds me of David Beckham. Hunter Jones, the goofball marketing expert for the winery. I spend my days nannying the baby, and my nights are having sweaty, steamy fun with these three incredible men.