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I’m the good Gilroy, not the serious one—the control freak who doesn’t know how to smile. I'm not the Gilroy who had his entire life planned before he was old enough to drink, and certainly not the one who runs around sticking his d\*\*k into anything with a pulse. I’m Patrick Gilroy. Thoughtful. Considerate. Dependable. Mr. Nice Guy. That’s how Cari used to see me. But that was before.

Even before her father's death, Kelly Everhart always knew Logan Teller was someone she could rely on. Now he's taken over the Black Rabbit tattoo shop and brought her along with him. And while Kelly still finds her former crush and current mentor hot as hell, they're firmly in the friendzone. Or so she thinks....

I have a plan. A goal. It never occurred to me how sheltered I was until I played—and failed—a game of Never Have I Ever. Now, I have a list of firsts I want to experience. And there's only one person who can help me with it. Grayson is the complete opposite of me. Tattoos, dark hair, piercings. You name it, he's probably done it. And now I'm on the way to ask him to take my virginity and to show me his world, how he lives, how I can be like him.

Two months after Sunan, Sousuke and Kaname are in a holding pattern. He'll fire his rifle off the school roof. She'll yell at him to stop. Lather, rinse, repeat. That all changes one day when Sousuke's commanding officer Teletha "Tessa" Testarossa shows up at his apartment, trying to hide a key to a terrorist superweapon of unprecedented power. Tessa is brilliant, pretty, and the same age as Sousuke, and her presence might put a serious crimp on his relationship with Kaname... assuming the city survives the night!

Hockey comes first. Always has, always will. I've got a one-year contract, 365 days to prove to them I'm worth the investment—which is why I need to stay far away from the woman across the hall. We know each other quite well, but she thinks we're strangers. I need to keep it that way. The problem is she's everywhere. Across the hall, on my laptop, bartending where my team hangs out. Micky is like a loose thread that I can't stop tugging. Then, one night, she steps in to do me a favor, and all my defenses get shot to hell. Now, I'm showing her the real me, but it might not be enough for her.

She's in danger. Just the thought of this threatens my sanity. I'll do anything to keep her safe… Even things that she doesn't agree with. If she thinks stalking her is bad, Calista's in for a surprise.

Home. Bratva is my home, my sanctuary from the past, the only place where a killing machine like me belongs. Sometimes, my demons come rushing back, and I feel out of control, full of rage, close to losing myself completely. Until a broken, injured woman stumbles onto my path, awakening my protective instincts and sending my demons to sleep. Keeping her prisoner is my only option. If she leaves, my darkness will resurface, and there will be no escaping it this time.

Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets.⁣ Secrets that cost us everything to keep.⁣ That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to.⁣ Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence, due to my illness, and all were punished.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Remi Ocean is broken. With her oversized hoodies, orange hair, and that "go fuck yourself" smile, it's obvious. And I know why. It's my fault. It's our fault. If I could stay away from her, I would. I'd let that night go. Let her go. Let the charges and the dismissal and the justice she never got burn up into ash. But I can't. Someone needs me. And me? I need her. But the good girl is starting to go bad. I'm starting to lose my mind. She's not mine anymore, and I can't let that happen. Something bad happened to Remi. And I'm the one who fucking did it.

Through the years, I lived more as an enigma than a man. For so long, I denied I had a beating heart of my own. Until her. Until she unearthed the starving vessel inside, forced me to acknowledge it, forced me to understand that I’m capable of bleeding the same as any other. For that, we paid. We're still paying. Yet she demands it still; the useless heart of the ruthless thief and shameless villain she fell for. My fear is that I’m no longer that man.

Charming, captivating, seductive—and a cold-blooded killer. I married the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva anyway. I had to, it was part of the deal. Now, I’m faking marital bliss as I tremble with fear, and I cannot wait to be out of the clutches of this ruthless man.

When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

The Italian and Russian mafias are at war, and it is brutal. We’re both ruthless, relentless, and unforgiving. But then the decision is made to merge our worlds—a marriage between the two sides: the most beautiful woman of the Italian mafia and the Bratva's most feared monster. I loved her from afar for so long, and I finally get to have her as my own. But will she run away when she realizes who I really am?

Katey ain't just any chick—she's my Army buddy's kid sister. Off-limits. But when she shows up runnin' from her psycho ex, there's only one way to lock her down—make her my old lady. One signature. One ring. One lie. Now, she's under club protection. No one's dumb enough to mess with a brother's wife. Should've been simple. No strings. No feelings. But late nights turn to heated touches. Pretend kisses start feelin' real. And suddenly, walkin' away ain't an option. She's hidin' somethin'. I see it in the way she flinches, won't meet my eyes.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me.

After a cult tried to sacrifice me to their wicked God, I went on the run, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Until a demon offered me a deal: give him my soul and he'll help me claim the vengeance I seek. Blood will be spilled, and the monsters I once ran from will soon be running from me. But damning my soul was just the beginning; it's my heart the demon wants next.

I am the servant of a merciless God. I am the daughter of Its preacher. All my life, my power has been controlled by others. They raised me to be meek and stifled my magic. No more. A brutal murder led me to discover a mysterious house full of magic—and the ancient, powerful demon within. He says my power can change the world, that I can kill the evil creature I once worshipped. But at what cost?

Sean "Ax" Hunter is both a former Marine and Sergeant at Arms for the Hounds of Hell MC. His mind works like a twisted hamster wheel. Dates, facts, faces, and memories are all vivid and constant. Nothing holds his attention long, until the night a Georgia storm forces him into an upscale club, and suddenly his attention belongs solely to her.

Not every danger comes in the form of a mega-threat like a Titan. Some predators are a lot cozier...more personal. When one such creature threatens an independent tutor, Harry Dresden must shake off the blood and dirt of his most recent battles and rise to the occasion, even when it turns out that the new predator is far more dangerous and connected than first appearances would suggest.