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I've lived a carefully cultivated life on a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. My anonymity and meticulous routine are all by design. No one knows of the monster that lurks inside me, this insatiable urge to commit murder, that thrives just beneath my pastel sweater vests and buttoned-up demeanor. No one, that is, until my tiny menace of a neighbor comes along and ruins everything.

I've given up a lot to pursue a career in professional wrestling, and I'm not going to have it all derailed by an uncouth ghoul with a huge chip on his shoulder, who decided he disliked me for no reason on his very first day at Goliaths. Vince Burke has been the thorn in my side for five long years, but things have taken a turn for the worse. Management is threatening to get involved. I refuse to let Burke take the life I've worked so hard to build from me, so I try to be on my best behaviour at work, but something about him just gets to me. He consumes my thoughts. I can't stand him.

Once upon a time? Um, no. Because that's how fairytales start, and Ivy Addison is no princess. In fact, she's very happy being an absolute nobody. She doesn't have glass slippers or a trust fund or "graces"—and she's pretty sure she doesn't need rescuing. She also most definitely isn't overworked as the housekeeper for a rowdy pack of royals... and she certainly has no feelings for any of them. Well, aside from Asher, the Crown Prince and star of all her mortifying dreams. Or Sebastian, the oh-so-charming baron who always has a smile just for her.

While I'm not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like "thou shalt not covet thy bestie's hot dad" would be pretty high on that list. Even if my hormone-ridden peanut brain would love to read into every interaction we've ever had and imagine he's been pining away for me, too, my judgment is clearly not to be trusted here. It's time to move on. Unfortunately, coveting is a hard condition to kick when you find yourself spending Christmas alone with him at his fancy house.

Daisy Dumont tries so hard to be normal. She doesn't talk about the night her parents were murdered, or the fact that she can't remember it. She certainly doesn't talk about her imaginary friend who disappeared shortly afterward. Then the MRF calls. The research facility finally admits that they took her former friend, and now they want her help to save him.

Oli is not happy with his lot in life as a thrall, a slave to the noble family he has served since birth. If he believed in the old gods, he would curse them to their faces that a thrall is the most he could ever be. Few even worship the gods anymore, yet Oli is tasked with tending to their altar at the foot of the oldest tree in the nearby wood—where he is happy to defile it whenever the noble family's son wants him on his knees. After his most recent tryst, however, he learns how real the gods are.

All I've known is rejection—from my family and the alpha who should've been my fated mate. My mom hates me, and my dads took off when I was seven for another woman. And my so-called "fated mate," Tyler? Yeah, he rejected me years ago. So here I am—a packless omega, juggling my babysitting business and dodging our creepy pack leader, Henry, who just loves adding omegas to his little harem collection. But Henry's at my door with an invitation to his exclusive party, and I'm not exactly thrilled. Fine, I'll go. I plan on making a quick exit at the party, but then... I see him, Tyler.

Ember doesn't know how, but on the brink of death, she calls to them. They come in the darkness, like phantoms in masks, and rescue her from her pain. But that rescue comes with a price—her soul. She must give all she is to the Cirque, where it doesn't only house you, it owns you. Nothing is ever as it seems, and the truth behind the striped curtain is no small matter. Can Ember keep her vow? Can she embrace the madness the Cirque demands?

Kal Anderson is a stone-cold fixer, both in the literal and figurative sense. Nicknamed Doctor Death, he prefers to keep his messes confined to his workspace and out of his personal life. Still, when it comes to the notorious Ricci crime family, he can't seem to catch a break. He's not supposed to notice his boss's daughter or engage in any way with her, considering the sordid history he has with both of her parents. Elena Ricci won't let him go without a fight, though. Not with the date of her arranged wedding on the horizon.

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

They call me The Hitman. The NHL's dirtiest player. The ender of careers. On the ice, I'm unapologetically ruthless. Off the ice, I'm worse. All it takes is one pissed-off message from a stunningly beautiful fan after a brutal game and I'm knocked off balance. Suddenly, I'm stalking. Watching. Obsessed. Cassidy thinks she knows danger? She hasn't met me yet.

I read her words. I felt her soul. I knew she was destined to be mine. She's the light in the darkness, the epiphany of my redemption. I'll do whatever it takes to get my hands on her—though I'd rather her believe it was her own idea. So, I set the bait, luring her into making a deal with the devil. But surprisingly, she doesn't take it. And now, I'm left to force her hand. Because without her, I'm afraid I'll be devoured by the monster inside me.

In a world of orcs and men, Lady Scall is a widow besieged—by her debts, her demons, and her dangerous lord neighbor. But time is running out, and she's about to lose everything. Until the night an orc shows up in her chambers.

For centuries, Vaelor Wrynwood has kept his circle small and his love life smaller. While he once dreamed of being an artist, alive and free, that was a lifetime ago. Now, his heart belongs to his people, and there isn't room for anything—or anyone—else.

Being forced to mate with a Darvasson male is my greatest fear. The powerful aliens already took my sister, and the thought of leaving my widowed mother all alone breaks my heart. But the Darvassons are helping ensure the survival of humankind, and they expect compensation.

My life as a marine biologist takes a slippery turn when I mistake a Cthulhu for an octopus, only to find him seated across from me on date night. Now, every time I turn around, he's there. Watching. Winking. Waiting until I succumb to his charm. But I'm not ready for love. I have my studies, a mission to save the ocean, and a secret darker than the deepest depths of the sea.

Aspiring hairstylist, Logan Taylor, has put her dreams on hold to see her sister through school, per her parents' last wishes. Stressed and working two jobs—barely making ends meet and on the brink of burnout, she's faced with no other choice; get another job and hope things let up… soon.

When Logan Greenwood is transported to another world, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Beautiful elves, nymphs, and other magical beings are drawn to him, and he feels the stirrings of a mysterious power within himself as well.

Now, as an adult, I do whatever I want and don't care what others think, which is what led me to camming. That led me to him. We have never met in real life. He doesn't even know my real name, but he's consumed my thoughts for years. When I'm forced to stay with the hockey player who once stood me up, I never expected him to be the man behind the screen.

Life at Bainbridge Hall is everything I feared it would be, yet these bastards have me in a chokehold. With each passing day, I struggle with my growing affection for them. The lines I drew in the beginning have begun to blur. I should've left… back before feelings were involved. From the moment I met them, I was intrigued, but nothing about our situation is simple. Every time they touch me, another broken piece is mended. And now, everything I want is wrapped up in three unruly men.