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Seasoned hockey player Camden "Hero" James has a compulsive need to help women in distress, and Anastasia Lennox is no exception. From the moment he first sees her dance he's determined to save her—and have her—even though she's hell-bent on keeping him at arm's length. Anastasia isn't sure why a gorgeous, famous NHL star wants anything to do with a damaged ballerina who can barely make ends meet. They're clearly from two different worlds. But when she suddenly has nowhere to live, she grabs the lifeline Camden throws her with both hands.

What would you do if you had to betray the people who taught you the true meaning of freedom? When cornered, I turn against the Tailors, the four men who taught me the true meaning of love and who own me in a way that no one else ever has. Though they forgive me, we soon discover a new danger stalking us, one that threatens to tear us apart. As we fight for survival, we must confront the ghosts of our past and the monsters that lurk in the shadows.

As merchandise heading to an intergalactic auction, Ashe’s future looks grim. So when a too-sexy-for-his-own-good alien outlaw solicits her help to break them out of lockup, she jumps on the chance. Ashe only needs to survive long enough with the known criminal to get her end of the bargain: freedom. She trusts the clawed and fanged Tallean warrior to keep her safe, but who will keep her safe from him?

Vasili Nikolaev. Dangerous. Deadly. And most of all, devastating. He’s the king of New Orleans. Ruler of the Russian mafia and my best friend’s oldest, mouthwatering brother. On Halloween night my last year in college, I gave him everything. My body. My heart. My soul. He burned it all to the ground with the first ray of dawn.

I’m torn in two. The mark of the gods has bound me to my mortal enemy, and not even the most desperate yearnings of my heart can break this tie. Between the slayer’s vow and the cruel tricks of Idun, my free will has been stolen from me. All I can hope for now, is that my sister and I can find a path to salvation, but it feels as though we’re walking a path to our ruin instead.

Forced to bond with a fluffle of rabbit shifters who care only for my ability to provide offspring, I've spent the last several months tucked away in a burrow. My matched wouldn't disrespect our elders by publicly rejecting me, but privately, they made their lack of feelings clear by refusing to bond with me. The only time they remembered we were paired, was when I went into heat and became fertile.

The guys in the Single Dads Club would tell you it was time years ago, but until recently, the risk of hurting my little girl outweighed the benefit of getting a piece of ass. Now that I have a tween daughter on my hands? It's becoming more apparent with every poster hung on the wall, every fight over make-up and every uncomfortable conversation about puberty, that at least one of us needs a female touch in our lives.

The first time I saw Gabriele Vitale, some dark yearning deep inside me called to him and no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop wanting him. He’s made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me. But sometimes there’s a flicker of interest in his eye, and it’s enough to make me know he’s lying. When a stupid decision on my part throws us together, I get a first-hand view of the darkness he alludes to. One part of me is drawn to it. Another part of me is frightened by it. But not enough to stop from getting to know him better.

I never wanted to have anything to do with Elyseans, descendants of the Olympian gods. When I'm forced to participate in their deadly trials, I also learn that not everything is as it looks, and my past might just be very different from what I remember. So when I complete their trials, and they offer me an invitation to the Academy, I do the unthinkable and say yes. The plan is simple—find the man who did something outrageous to me when I was five years old, get out of the city of gods, and never look back. If only it were that simple.

Our lands are changing, three becoming one, merged together by my sister and her monsters. The magic has returned and new life blooms. No longer are the Dead Lands dismal and gray, but not everyone welcomes the change. I expected to die when I threw myself from the Gilded Land's tower. Instead, I found myself surrounded by the monsters I feared the most. I assumed they'd be feral and dangerous. I didn't expect them to show me the world, to fill my broken, darkened soul with light. My name is Kai Black and I'm no longer the woman stolen by the Gilded King.

I'm kidnapped by the Tailors, a rival gang that wants my entire family wiped off the face of the earth. After spending a couple of weeks experiencing hospitality in the Tailors very own dungeon, I'm really regretting my life choices up to this point. Then in walks a tall stranger, with bright hazel eyes, and something in me stirs, growing stronger as I meet each of the Tailor boys. Aeron, the heir to the Tailor name and a dark devil.

One word could kill them all. That's what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young. Powers I never asked for. I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium? My voice. And so I don't talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She's the only reason I'm not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding. In the darkness. In silence. Under a shroud of loneliness with only the dead for company.

The only thing more inconvenient than being kept in a gilded cage... is being forced to marry a fed to escape it. My name is Bianca Castello. I'm a mafia princess who's being forced to marry a Fed. Apparently, the sexy stranger is desperate enough to make a deal with my brother in exchange for a favor. And favors are hard to come by in this world. But Jack Connelly's an outsider. He hasn't heard the rumors. He doesn't know the things I've done to protect my family or the reason why every single made man refuses to touch me.

You might wonder how a nerd like me ends up dating the rough, cocky quarterback known for his playboy ways. The one who happens to be my bully that I'm already forced to tutor. For a smart girl, that might sound like a questionable decision, but there's a simple explanation. We're faking it. At least, that's the arrangement. So why does something other than fear tingle through my body every time he threatens to make me work off my debt in his bed? There's an explanation for that too. Sebastian Swift makes smart girls stupid.

I hate Christmas. Years and years of disappointment have taught me that Christmas is the worst. I don't like the music, the food, the decorations…anything. And Lincoln Daniels, my tattooed hockey god of a husband, thinks he's going to change that… I tell him it's not going to happen.

You keep being told to do more complex, more aggressive, and more expensive marketing. Chasing the latest bright, shiny object is exhausting. Increased efforts keep leading to disappointment. The overwhelm for entrepreneurs, marketers, and business leaders is real. There's a better way.

Elyseans are so wise… Elyseans are so beautiful…. Elyseans are divine… Elyseans are power-hungry assholes with a god complex. Yes, I said it. Sue me and bring out your pitchforks. Unfortunately for me, the deadly Elysean Trials are right around the corner. Despite my unpopular opinion of them and anything Olympian-gods related, when they unleash their strange blue birds to select mortals around the country as candidates, one of them chooses me.

Greyson's enemies are determined to destroy us all, once and forever. To survive, Sebastian, Carter, and Jack will have to join Greyson and his Jackals, even though they thought they left their criminal past behind forever when they joined the NHL.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

When he insults her teammates, she goes for blood. And finds out what payback is like from someone with an inventive, dirty mind. Harley already knows the dominant, gorgeous man at her friend’s poolside party–because she made him bleed the last time they met. And Damien, a.k.a. Dimples, holds a mean grudge. She’d love to keep her distance, but Harley needs his help. Damien owns the best investigation agency in Palm Springs, and she has to find someone fast. Her youngest, most vulnerable client is missing, and Harley has a bad feeling.