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After endless days trapped in this cage, freedom seemed like a distant dream—until the wounded Vinduthi was thrown into my cell at the brink of death. Still, the will to fight smoldered through him. And when I asked him to give me a claiming mark to shield me from the designs of our captors, that spark ignited into a blaze that threatened to consume us both. Yet his stoic nature leaves me wondering . . . Does the passion I see flickering in his eyes only reflect the yearning in my own heart?

I need a deal to survive. But all I have to offer is . . . myself. On the station, humans are the lowest of the low. We take whatever jobs we can, scraping just to get by. Comfort is rare. Security a dream. And a real friend? Almost unheard of. So when my best friend goes missing, I'm desperate to find her. But before long my search leads me to the claws of the leader of the Vinduthi cartel. He's terrifying. Utterly ruthless. He'll help me find my friend, but can I pay the price he demands?

Kenzie is a void witch. Only a handful have ever existed. And now she's trying to find out where she belongs in the paranormal world. Thankfully her mates have never cared about her witch status. They love her for her - even if one of them is playing hard to get. Kenzie plans to make Hunter beg.  

My name is Vinna, and I've been keeping a lot of secrets. You would too if you'd experienced some of the weird shit I have: red-eyed monsters chasing me, markings on my body appearing out of nowhere, a strange power that crackles colorfully over my skin from time to time, and don't get me started on the weapons I can conjure up almost out of nowhere.

The last thing Natalia Kristoff expected was that her friend's wild dream to find her a fake husband for a green card would have any sort of success. Yet here she is, sitting in a private booth, listening to the sexiest man she's ever seen lay out the details of just what he needs from her. Stand at his side, pretend she's madly in love with him, all to satisfy some crazy family tradition? Kirell Ursa has a problem. His bear shifter family is in shambles, struck from within by traitors.

Kenzie made a deal with the foxes to live with them for six months in exchange for the potion that saved her sister's life. What she didn't expect was how much it felt like home, more than the house she'd lived in her entire life. But this agreement doesn't change the one she made with the Alpha of the West Coast Pride - and it isn't humans breaking into his warehouses, but something much, much worse.

What should you do when you're outfoxed? Kenzie is the only non-witch in her family. When her younger sister's powers end up stripped from her, Kenzie promises to find a way to get them back - after all she has a very specific set of skills after trying to make up for not having any powers of...

With the magical black market chasing my untrained powers, I'm running a race I can't win. The wolves who have added me to their pack are no match for the dark mages hunting me. With no way to learn control over these talents, I'm risking the lives of the men I love just by being in contact with them. When we discover a bewitched knife in our possession, we find it's the key to a magical prison, whose occupant might just be the answer to my troubles, if my pack can accept him.

My goals for college were pretty simple: Get an education. Meet some new friends. Enjoy the mountains of Colorado. If I was lucky, find a boyfriend. Pretty sure they did not include being stalked by a magical black market. Or having multiple boyfriends. I mean, come on. What are the odds? 

In this dangerous dance of manipulation and hidden motives, a connection sparks between us that defies logic. I know deep down that it's all a charade, a means to an end. He seeks his escape, and I crave liberation from my contract. Yet, amidst the tangled threads of our alliance, doubts seep into my mind. Is he using me as a pawn, a mere tool in his grand scheme? Or am I deceiving myself, trapped in a web of my own illusions?

In a world where danger lurks at every turn, I never expected to find love in the arms of a Vinduthi hitman. In the moment I meet Makar, I know he's trouble. A dangerous Vinduthi mafia member who buys my contract on a whim, he seems cold and emotionless. But beneath his hardened exterior, I see a hidden kindness within him. The more time we spend together, the more I feel a magnetic pull towards this alien assassin. Makar's gentleness and protective nature awaken feelings I never expect, challenging the walls I keep up to shield my heart.

My heart pounded as the slaver dragged me into the cells. After weeks trapped in the bowels of Thodos III, freedom had never seemed so far away. Until he emerged from the shadows. Razov, a Vinduthi on a mission.

In retrospect, Rina Lowell should have known that Emma Montgomery’s mistletoe was a matchmaking ploy. Rina is new to Ashford, to her newspaper job, to her whole life. And she can’t wait to write “Hot Stuff”, a series of columns that will definitively pin down what men really want. When Emma maneuvers her under that pesky sprig of evergreen with Ashford’s prodigal son, Rina can’t resist the chance to plant one on that dark-haired, blue-eyed man’s sensual mouth.

After a devastating accident leaves his throwing hand in shambles, MLB first baseman Dax Sage finds out the woman handling the PR for his recovery is none other than the gorgeous, frigid daughter of his head coach. She's the last thing he needs in his busy life filled with baseball, late-night gaming with a woman he's never met, and raising his three teenage sisters.

One month with my son's new nanny. What could possibly go wrong? Ally Sullivan is off-limits. She's my son's nanny. She's my coach's niece. She's the kind of woman you don't touch, especially when you're trying to hold your life together. But Ally is more than just a beautiful complication...

Lachlan and Keegan managed to get themselves caught by Adriel, the big bad lamia who murders and hunts Sentinels. Time is running out, and if my Chosen and I can't get battle ready, then we're destined to become more names on the list of the missing. It's time to meet the lamia who's been coming for me my whole life. It's time to do what no one else has been able to do. It's time to cut the f--ker's head off. 

Quinn Sullivan is the one I've always wanted but could only have behind closed doors—and she's definitely the last person I should be tangled up with now. She's off limits, untouchable . . . and also happens to be my coach's niece. After one steamy night and a very bad idea, we're suddenly fake dating. For appearances, we say. Totally under control. Except nothing about Quinn has ever been under control. Not when she looks at me like that. Not when she kisses me like we've never ended. Not when pretending starts to feel a whole lot like the real thing.

As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. Once I scented the human, she was mine. Every part of me hungered for her. To touch. To taste. To take. But she belongs to my enemy. Claiming her will cost me. I may sacrifice everything. My revenge. My life. My very soul.

I can't tell you where I'm going, and I can't begin to understand where I've been, but I'm alive. Alive and alone, until a savior presents himself in tattered clothes and a frayed beanie. Shielding me with his protection, the promise of tomorrow seems to be within reach after all. He shows me how to navigate the city, how to steal, and survive. And just when I think I might have a future running the streets, my world comes to a halt for a pair of stunning hazel eyes. The boy attached isn't too bad either.

My name is Jupiter Reeves, and I am a fraud. It's not that what's written about me isn't true. I am the greatest third baseman of my generation, possibly ever. I am surly and unapproachable. I do have a constant scowl with an armor of tattoos. To the outside world, I play my role as the bad boy of baseball like I was born to do it. But when the doors are closed, and you boil it down, I'm nothing more than a man who lost his heart too young, with no prospect of getting it back... especially as I still have no idea where its current owner is.