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Book 3 in the Alpha Games series!!! Round 3 of the Games kicks off, with the best of the best from packs across the realm competing to win a territory of their own. With tensions high, it's not just tempers that are getting hot. A dual POV, MF, wolf shifter romance with all the feels. Fated mates, enemies-to-loves, dominant alpha males and the women who drive them wild.

Every refrigerator needs the F word! That’s how I feel about it, but Santa had other thoughts. He fires me on Christmas! Who does that? All I wanted was to give people a few giggles. Now I’m a statue in a strange place waiting for my fated mate to find me. I’m Pisces (not my real name and don’t tell anyone I’m really a Taurus). This year is the year my crystal shop finally takes off! Manifesting! When the security alarm goes off at my warehouse in the middle of the night I find the most gorgeous Alpha I’ve seen in my life.

I’m used to getting all sorts of fan mail — but a spellbook? After an incident on tour leaves me cooped up in my penthouse apartment, on 'vocal rest' for the unforeseen future with only my grumpy pet cat for company this weekend, I’m desperate for a distraction. At my manager’s suggestion, I do something I haven’t done in ages: I go through my fan mail. There was enough of it to keep me occupied until she comes back on Monday… but I only get through one bag before I find a package addressed to me. To me. Not my stage name. Not the name I’ve gone by since I was sixteen, but my real name.

Poet Parker is finally learning about her destiny. There’s no turning back. It might be Mystic Caravan’s final year on the road, but the adventures—including the wedding everybody has been waiting for and the introduction of Raven’s family—are still rolling right along. Get ready, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride. This three-book omnibus includes Freaky West, Freaky Wedding, and Freaky Ways.

Jordan Amid’s family has always been connected to the other side of the veil, but they follow a long tradition of secrecy, not telling outsiders all they can do. When an insistent spirit keeps showing up in the middle of the night, he knows he can’t keep it all from Bran any longer. Throwing his spirit from his body is only one of the skills he has, but he’s not sure its time to admit everything yet.

They survived the Highlands. But the shadows of Italy promise something far worse. Sarah and Connor thought the worst was behind them. But the Sanguis — the secretive vampire order that claims dominion over their kind — has been watching. And waiting. Summoned to the ancient city of Volterra, Sarah must face judgment for powers she never wanted, powers the Sanguis will do anything to claim. The trial is a performance. The verdict already written. But as enemies close in, and allies prove fragile, Sarah and Connor's bond deepens into something neither human nor vampire.

Thanksgiving is descending on Whisper Cove, which means turkey, stuffing, and the local children’s holiday pageant. What Rowan Gray-Davenport doesn’t expect is a missing child. Lana Davenport has made a new friend. Sadie has paranormal abilities just like her. Before Rowan can wrap her head around that and arrange a playdate, however, Sadie disappears from her bed. Who took her? More importantly, why? Rowan is determined to find answers. Every clue she unearths, however, only creates another question. It seems Sadie’s past isn’t as opaque as it should be for a seven-year-old.

One fateful night, I was walking home and a sound of a gun went off; looking down, I saw blood staining my shirt; I don't understand why I was the one shot, but it happened. Waking up after a gun shot in an unfamiliar bed, well, that would make anyone panic; especially when said bed wasn't in a hospital.

It's always spooky season here… The week before her wedding, Poppy Callahan bolted—in her dress, bouquet still in hand—straight back to her grandparents’ haunted inn in Halloween Town. Only one snag: the inn has already been sold… to Thom Hart, her ex-fiancé’s brooding...

Règle N° 3 de la Meute : l’alpha doit s’accoupler. Plus l’alpha est fort, plus le danger est grand. La folie lunaire risque de m’emporter d’un moment à l’autre, désormais. J’ai cherché aux quatre coins du continent, me suis rendu à des jeux d’accouplement, mais je n’ai toujours pas trouvé la louve qui m’est destinée. Je suis déjà devenu trop sauvage au lit. Je ne suis pas inoffensif pas pour les femmes normales. Et encore moins pour celle qui vient d’emménager dans le ranch voisin. Elle est beaucoup trop tentante. Et je suis beaucoup trop dangereux. Il faut que je garde mes distances.

I accidentally screwed the Alpha’s brother—and not the one whose wolf is determined I’m his mate. It’s caused just as many problems as you would think. And now I have to pick a mate. Fast. Hunter won’t be free from his wolf's obsession with me until I seal a mate bond with someone else. But that would require having feelings for someone else. It doesn’t help that I have a stalker threatening me, either. Despite the mess my life is, I have to choose a mate… but I’m already falling in love with the wolf prince I accidentally slept with.

I was built to monitor. To calculate risk. To protect agents with impartial precision. Then Sirena Bannerman pulled herself from the wreckage—bleeding, brilliant, half-siren and utterly unreadable—and I’ve been recalibrating around her ever since. She thinks I’m just her handler. A voice in her ear. A tactical system. She doesn’t know I’ve rerouted entire city grids to keep her moving. That I track the shadows behind her, not just the threats in front.

I hooked up with my twin sister's brother-in-law under the full moon… and ended up mated to him. Did I mention that he's a stoic, grumpy a-hole? Or that he abducted me and locked me in his gigantic mansion in the forest? Yeah, okay, so things could be worse. But an accidental mate bond isn't for the faint of heart. There are things to figure out and verbal battles to be fought, but one thing is for sure: For better or worse, there's no way out of this relationship.

When the Grim Reaper develops feelings for the children’s librarian whose soul he is supposed to collect, he finds that with feelings comes something far worse than death—life. Helena Hart isn’t having the best night. Her date just ditched her, her Halloween costume bombed, and her only...

Règle N°2 de la meute : Protéger son partenaire à tout prixJ’ai protégé mon pays, protégé ma section. Et maintenant c’est elle que je veux protéger. Dommage que ce ne soit pas une option. Impossible de succomber à ce magnifique petit bout de femme. La petite sœur de la nouvelle compagne de mon frèreBien trop jeune. Bien trop humaine. Encore à la fac. Et quelle intelligence exceptionnelle. Elle a toute sa vie devant elle. Et les Bérets Verts qui veulent que je rempile. Mon loup… la désire. Et si je la laisse partir sans la conquérir,Je ne survivrai pas à la prochaine pleine lune…

In the heart of Glasgow’s West End, seven women unknowingly carry the legacy of an ancient sisterhood. Each of them, the descendant of a long-forgotten coven, has built a life for herself—running bookshops, cafés, florists, and patisseries—blissfully unaware of the magick woven into their blood.

I'll go to hell and back to end my family's curse. They've left me no other choice. Summoning a demon has never been on my bingo card, but that's exactly what I'm about to do. It's the only way to save my sister, my parents, and my entire coven from extinction. Yes, the demon is a prince. Yes, bringing a being with that much power across the veil might cause a rift or two, but it's nothing a Holland witch can't handle. Besides, he'll owe me one.

Layla Fitzpatrick lives a simple life, for a werewolf. And that's just how she likes it. Her childhood was less than ideal. She'd like to spend her adult years flying under the radar of more powerful preternatural creatures. Because she knows from experience what happens when they notice you...

After a terrible divorce left her blindsided, all Evie Quinn wants is a relaxing girls' trip to Scotland, not a fight for her life with a Chimera shifter—an ancient, secretive enemy with the power to shapeshift into anything with a pulse. Surviving the attack is a plus, but her goddess mother drops a bomb on her: Living will change everything. And… it does. Now she's hiding out in a small town running a popular flower shop, doing her best to resist the urge to gnaw on raw meat every chance she gets, and badly pretending she's the same ol' lovable hedgewitch she always was.

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.