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The DeAngelis brothers. Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless, and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me.

Will has served three years of a life sentence for crimes he did commit. According to society he deserves to never see the light of day again. When a mysterious man named Maddox gives him an opportunity to be free, Will takes the deal. Maddox has a special use for Will. He needs someone he can bend until they break. Someone he can make in his own image.

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. Instead it’s brought me more than I ever bargained for. My family’s calling to fame—the ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—it's time I wield it.

As president of the Untamed Sons MC, I'm no stranger to pain, but three years ago Sasha Montgomery broke my heart and put another black mark against my soul. Even the mention of her name is enough to bring my demons out to play. I still don't know what happened, but what I do know is she walked out on me, the club, and the future we were working toward without a backward glance. I should have known she wouldn't stay gone.

I am Blackmane, feared warlord of the Pleiades. I have captured a human princess. Pretty. Sweet. Innocent. Ripe for the plucking. I will have my way with her, and her father will pay handsomely for her return.

There’s nothing quite like the smell of a decaying body. Being trapped in a cell with it under the hot, desert sun … now, that’s just sick. One minute, I thought I had everything I needed in this dark world, and the next, I was a prisoner to Giovanni’s wicked plan. I don’t know how, but I will get myself out of here, even if it’s the last thing I do. Giovanni will not win this, and I won’t stop until my fingers are curled around his throat and my knife is sinking into his flesh.

A DeAngelis family war is brewing and these heathens are the vicious ringleaders, pulling the strings of their pawns for the greatest show of all—a show that will guarantee sweet, sweet victory.

She’s the devil's daughter, but once, she was my only friend. Everything changed 15 years ago when her father killed mine. When she betrayed me. And every day since, all I’ve thought about is vengeance. Brutal, twisted revenge.

Santi Carrera is the war I never saw coming. A beautiful liar. Ruthless. Captivating.... The architect of my own undoing. He twisted my loyalty into an ultimatum. He chained me to his side with a vow of deceit. I should despise him for all he’s done to me.... But behind those dark eyes, I see his pain. I recognize his conflict because it’s ours to share.

They took something from me, something that I didn’t know I needed until it was too late. They hurt her. They broke her…broke us. Now it’s my turn.

You would think that being forced into a loveless marriage to ensure an alliance would be unheard of in this day and age. And in most cases, you would be correct in that assumption. But not for me. A cartel princess has no vote on who she can or cannot marry—much less love. Any decision in my life was forfeited just by being born into the most powerful Mexican cartel there is.

The Rogues were back in my life in private, but I had to endure the public spectacle of those intolerable Roguettes reclaiming their social positions…and my boys. Even though I knew it was a ruse, anger coursed through me every time the queen bee touched my man. Not fearing any consequences, Charlotte and her cronies pushed me past my breaking point. I gave them a beating they won’t soon forget, but my satisfaction was short-lived. Jail had a way of sucking the pleasure right out of you. But not the determination.

My father is dying, and I’ve been called back to Brooklyn to take my place as the head of the Italian syndicate. After a seven-year absence, my first test of loyalty is to marry the granddaughter of the Irish mob’s leader. I may not want a wife, but I’ll kill anyone who tries to harm her.

Cyril, Isaac, Ashe, Ezra, and Arlo call themselves the Lost Boys, and they’re just one branch of a "family" that rules everything in the city I grew up in. They’re the bad guys, in every sense of the word, and they don’t care who knows it. Worse? They want to show me all of their sharp, bloody edges. After a vacation gone wrong, the Lost Boys tell me that they’re the only reason I made it out alive.

Makenna Gallagher's life is anything but ordinary. After experiencing something traumatic her life changes and not for the better. When she meets the man that she is expected to marry, she knows that keeping her secrets is only going to get harder.

Falling in love with Gabe Anderson was as easy as breathing. Fighting my feelings for my brother’s best friend was agonizingly hard. I never imagined giving in to my desire for him would cause such a destructive ripple effect. That kiss was my grasp at a lifeline—something, anything to hold me steady in my crumbling life. Now, I have to suffer with the fallout while trying to convince him it’s all worth the consequences.

I’ve always known where I belong. I was born to wear the Dirty Soul patch. Club life is the only life I’ve ever wanted. The president, Jimmer Carson, raised me like a son, and he trusted me with his family. When tragedy strikes our club, the life I thought I knew is thrown into turmoil. Loyalties are questioned, bonds are severed, and rules are broken. For the first time in my life, I feel lost. She’s a complication I shouldn’t pursue. Far too perfect to be mine.

There is nothing better than a mocha frappe on the way to the office in the morning and Sunday spent on South Beach. I'm getting closer to the big 3-0 and finding that perfect guy is getting harder and harder even though I work for a sports agency buzzing with jocks. They are married, players, or jerks.

Lost. Alone. Freezing on the side of a desolate mountain in a massive snowstorm. Until a rugged man with an ax saves me. Waking in his warm, comfortable bed leaves more than one question. How did I get here? Where are my clothes? And who is this handsome recluse with striking dark eyes and a grumpy demeanor?

Blasphemy...abomination...disgrace...I've heard these words my entire life, and never believed I would ever be allowed to find my other half. The Trials are your one shot every 25 years to find your forever. Here's the kicker: A female Nephilim isn't allowed to revel her wings till the trials. Do you know what it's like to have wings and not be allowed to fly or expose them? It absolutely sucks. When the moment finally arrives and I get my card, guess who ends up in my life? An Archangel, and Angel, a Nephilim that can't talk and the son of Death himself.