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The Goddess of Forgetfulness has spent 70,000 years wishing for a man to remember her for more than five seconds. But when her wish is finally granted, she's appalled. Távas is cocky, handsome, and seven feet of rude, muscled man. He can't possibly be her mate! But all signs are pointing to yes. Okay, at least a strong maybe. Is this some sort of cosmic dating error? She darn well hopes so. Determined to discover the truth, she agrees to one date. Just one! But the night is about to reveal that his real identity is crazier and more alluring than she ever imagined.

In the newest version of her vampiric life, Elizabeth DeMaigne is the guardian of Seattle’s underworld. Responsible for the lives of both immortal predators and human prey, Elizabeth has a singular goal - to maintain balance at any cost. When Adam Montrose accidentally unleashes an ancient evil on the city, she is compelled to undo the damage he has done, dragging the luscious human along for the ride. The one problem? Adam Montrose refuses to be controlled. And in their struggle for power, attraction threatens to become as consuming as the insatiable god they must stop.

She called it a cruel seduction meant to take what belongs to another. I call it taking back what belongs to me. Because from the start she was mine. From the moment I saw her photo, she was mine. When her dark eyes narrowed on me, she was mine. Even before she gave herself to me, she was mine. And she always be mine.

I was 17 when my daddy gave me to Torch, who inked me, kissed me, then watched me walk away. I was supposed to return after I graduated, but instead I ran. Now I'm back, ready to face whatever fate awaits me. He's probably pissed, and rightly so. It was only supposed to be a short separation, but three years have passed. I expected yelling, maybe some public humiliation. It never occurred to me he'd kiss me so deeply, so passionately that I'd be begging for more. He'll be my first, my last, my only...because I'm his, and he's never going to let me forget it.

All her life, Sheriff's Deputy Rachel Kent has dreamed of becoming one of the immortal Magekind witches who protect humanity from itself. But first she must prove herself to the handsome vampire whose job is to decide whether she'll become a danger to those she's supposed to save. Nathaniel Alard is a Court Seducer who has been sent to trigger Rachel's witchy transformation by making love to her three times. The problem is, gaining such incredible powers may drive Rachel insane and force Nathaniel to kill her. Otherwise she may kill him - and anyone else who gets in her way.

The original sin was a cruel seduction meant to take what belonged to another. That's the game Michael Killian intends to play when he kidnaps my husband and demands my soul in exchange for his freedom. He wants me as his pawn between silken sheets. An object of revenge. There's just one thing he should remember. The snake was the devil's pawn too. And snakes bite.

Angel: I’m a teacher. Or rather, I want to be. Fresh out of college, I went on a date with the wrong man and ended up drugged and helpless in a really bad place. The motorcycle club I was taken to was no place for a woman, as I found out the hard way. They thought I was helpless, but I managed to get away - only to stumble onto three kids who need me as a teacher. The problem? They’re with another club. I can’t leave them until I’m convinced they're safe. Unfortunately, the club president doesn’t like me much. He’s also the hottest man I’ve ever come across.

I might live in a mansion in South Florida, but my daddy was a biker, and I was definitely daddy's girl. When I found out my mom and stepdad had something horrible planned for me, I ran. Straight to the Dixie Reapers - the only place I'd ever thought of as home - but it wasn't my daddy's arms I ended up in.

No one dominates me. Not the supermodels I’ve slept with, not the rich women whose necks I’ve dressed in diamonds. So, imagine my surprise when I get a drunken e-mail from an employee I’ve never met, containing not one, but dozens of erotic stories, all starring yours truly. And in every one of them, I’m a submissive. I should let it go, but I can’t. This woman needs to learn that John King gets spanked by no one.

My name is Finn. I’m the broken one, the one everyone worries about, the one who’ll probably never have it all together. I’m the quiet one. My eyes don’t smile. My heart doesn’t love. I was hurt the most, and I’ll never recover. Those are their words. They aren’t mine. The truth is, nobody really knows who I am - not a damned soul - and they probably never will. I’m tired of people feeling sorry for me. I’m tired of living under the Knight command, keeping the reputation. Maybe, just maybe, I’d like to be something else - because screw the Knight name.

Some things are best left alone. I know this. I should stand by it. That would be the safest option. But, well, I just can’t do that - because the thing I should leave alone...is everything. It’s the reason I breathe. It’s the reason I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I need help. I know it, but nobody wants to step up. The case is too hard. There’s nothing they can do. And then I meet them - bikers, the Knight Brothers.

I’ve always held my own. I’m determined. I’m happy. I’m strong. But not right now - right now I’m weak, pathetic. I screwed up. I screwed up in a way I can’t fix. I destroyed someone. I stomped on a heart. I broke the one rule all women should live by. There’s no coming back from it. Yet, I can’t seem to find the strength to stop. Nicolai - that name, it ruins me.

Brody - that’s the name that left my lips so many times, the name that stole my heart, the name that made me into the woman I am today, the name that eventually shattered my world so completely. He built me up, with love and desire - and then his darkness tore me down. Now he’s gone, out there trying to fight a battle that isn’t his to fight. He’ll die. No truer words have ever been spoken.

As a doctor used to working in war zones, Ayla thought she would be prepared for the worst kind of conflict. That is until she's kidnapped and then saved by a massive mercenary determined to keep her safe. Not only does Ayla learn her father isn't dead, but she's also being babysat by a god of war. A god who isn't exactly acting like the villain that the stories have made him out to be. Trying to hide from bounty hunters is hard enough, but neither Ayla or Set is going to be prepared for what they awaken in each other. They will both pay the ultimate price to keep each other safe.

The alliance holds strong after the last attack, but bad blood threatens to jeopardize the treaty and test the bonds formed between the River Run and Dark Shadow packs. Tyler never meant for one night of fun to turn into a secret relationship, yet he can’t...won’t give Regan up, even if it means lying to his alpha or leaving the pack that is his home. His family.

My alien crush just found his fated mate—and surprise, it's not me. Add a broken heart to being ripped from my cozy Seattle bookstore and dumped on a weird planet with zero novels, and you get...me, stowing away on a rogue pirate ship in a desperate bid to write my own adventure. I don't expect to tumble out of a vent and land—literally—into the lap of the dangerously handsome pirate captain, Fer'oon. But hey, at least life in space has a sense of humor.

Priscilla has spent her life fighting for freedom. Surviving captivity made her strong, but escaping it made her dangerous. The last thing she needs is another dominant, overbearing warrior trying to control her—even if he is the fiercest Niri Warlord to ever grace the planet. Niri Warlord Andear has spent years carving out his legacy, defending a kingdom with discipline and blood. He doesn't lose battles. He doesn't take risks. And he definitely doesn't fall for stubborn, sharp-tongued human females who challenge him at every turn.

Some marriages start with a loving "I do." Theirs starts with a lie. When human Kleena is snatched off the streets of Jorvla and thrust into an auction, she expects to find herself at the mercy of her buyer, not rescued by a Naga prince—even if he is a warrior haunted by the ghosts of his own devastating legacy. To keep her safe, they're forced to pose as newlyweds—an impossible feat when they don't even like each other. However, as days stretch into weeks, their forced proximity begins to feel a little less like punishment . . . and a lot more like a blessing.

Some love stories start with a choice. Theirs began with a sacrifice. Human slave Mila's survival depended on obedience—until she uncovered a secret that made her a target. Beaten, imprisoned, and left with no way out, she never expected a Naga warrior to destroy her chains. Niri General...

Three brides have been given to me: Niamh is as delicate as the careful steps she takes, Selene is as challenging as the secrets she’s trying to unravel, and Amira who has been lost to me. Someone has taken her and that fool does not realize that a King never forgives or forgets. Blood debts must be paid and the collectors are knocking on doors. The Hand himself keeps the ledger and my name has been written in red.