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Some guys take the easy way out. Not me. I work hard and I work out even harder. My sister would like to see me settled down with a family, but running a successful gym while building a fitness empire takes time, sweat, and discipline—three things I can't afford to spare even for a chance at happy ever after. Then the new yoga instructor struts into my gym looking like the ultimate cheat day.

They warned me that the very sight of me would incite a side of Maverick I would want to flee in fear of. But I had no place else to go. My only option was to brave his wrath to survive. His darkness reaches into me, pulling at something raw, something I don’t understand. With every word he slays me, his every touch burns along my skin. He breaks down my walls, igniting my fiery temper all the while laying bare desires I was never meant to feel, much less act on. Beneath the fire and fury, I glimpse the cracks in his armor and the man he’s desperately trying to hide.

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

My family is at war. With the Cartel and Bratva closing in on us, we need to make allies, fast. Our solution? Marrying me off to a pretty little Mafia princess. I'm expecting her to be a sweet, sheltered girl without a backbone like so many of the other women who grew up in our world. But looks can be deceiving, and it turns out my wife isn't exactly what she seems...

My newest obsession is nothing like any of my past hookups. A perma-scowl and general leave-me-alone attitude? Yeah, that's the kind of thing I usually stay away from. But the most shocking part about all of this is that the person who's got me all out of whack . . . isn't a girl. Bash is a six-foot-four-tatted personal trainer who seems to want nothing to do with me. Until I'm naked, that is. As soon as I'm dressed, he's more than ready to say goodbye. But if there's one thing getting a taste of Sebastian Crawford has taught me, it's that one taste just isn't enough.

They call him the bone king. A massive beast of a male who worships the gods and is all too willing to provide them their sacrifices. Human sacrifices. He and his warriors have come to visit Winterbren, a poor little village on the outskirts of Wrath and my home. I’ve never been more grateful to be a thrall, for my low status will ensure that I remain outside of his notice. But when he requests—nay, requires—a willing female to warm his furs for the duration of his stay, his selection falls to me. All I can do is pray to the gods that I survive the night…

Falling for the forbidden is never something you plan. Here is my confession . . .

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

Es ist zum Aus-der-Haut-Fahren, was für ein billiges Klischee sie abgeben: Älterer Mann trifft auf jüngere Frau; erfolgreicher Biotech-Startup-Macker trifft auf Studentin, die nicht annähernd klarkommt; seit Urzeiten bester Freund des Bruders auf ein Mädchen, von dem er noch nie gehört hat. Sprich: Zwischen Conor und Maya gibt es ein mehr als offensichtliches Machtgefälle, und Conor wird nicht müde, auf dessen kritische Implikationen hinzuweisen. Jede Art von Beziehung zwischen ihnen wäre in mehr als einer Hinsicht problematisch, und Maya solle doch bitte schön über ihn hinwegkommen.

In a remote mountain village in the north, the men have all left to work in faraway places, leaving behind a group of lonely, yearning women to care for their children.

The wealthy are crumbling. One by one, their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul. The wealthy are dying. But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat. I live among them. The "orphan girl" blessed to taste their life. To play their games. To have their men...

For the first time in her life, Moriah has an open door of possibility before her. Recently divorced, she's free to do what she's always wanted. There's only one thing holding her back—the desire to have a child. Moon Blooded Breeding Clinic offers a unique service—trigger a heat and breed with a werewolf.

Felippo Lazzarin é o famoso bon vivant da máfia americana. Isso não significa que ele seja burro, ou desleixado—apesar de perder o controle facilmente quando o assunto são drogas. Consigliere da Dark Hand, advogado nas horas vagas, filhinho de papai e dono de uma beleza estonteante, o homem cresceu certo de que seus planos, de um jeito ou de outro, seriam concretizados. Ele só não esperava que o mundo girasse e ele fosse colocado de frente com um dos seus piores erros.

Giovanna Luppolo tinha certeza de que sua vida seria perfeita, incluindo o plano ao qual se dedicava desde que entendeu o papel das mulheres dentro da Família. Entretanto, com a chance do casamento dos seus sonhos na porta, tudo desmorona e ela se vê presa em um noivado com o desconhecido de olhos azuis que parece ser capaz de congelar sua alma só de olhar para ela. Zola Agliardi é o soldadinho de ouro da Dark Hand. Criado com as crianças Luppolo, cresceu no ambiente de crimes e luxo sabendo que seu lugar não era aquele.

Elizabeth Fabbri está no limite. Cercada pelo inimigo com o qual divide a cama, seu relacionamento com Louis chegou ao ponto crítico, e ela não vai mais ceder. Louis Luppolo não aceita traições, nem falhas, mesmo que estas venham dele. Precisando culpar alguém pela fuga de Giovanna e Zola, o Don da Dark Hand está disposto a ser o mais cruel possível, até que, por obra do destino, essa é sua única opção. Ainda há um traidor à solta. Uma guerra está prestes a acontecer.

Scarlet Wright não tem mais dúvidas sobre o quão solitário alguém pode ser, nem quanto de ódio pode carregar em cada célula. Seu corpo vibra, se alimenta e vive cada segundo dos seus dias na base do mais puro ódio e da mágoa mais profunda. Ela odeia Conrad Prince, e se odeia ainda mais por não conseguir expulsá-lo de seu sistema, mesmo depois de tanto tempo. Na adolescência, ele foi sua maior cobiça, agora, quase adulta, ela acredita fielmente que ele foi o maior e mais maldito erro do percurso.

Eu mudei de nome, de vida e, depois de tanto tempo, achei que seria seguro voltar para Detroit. Agora, o demônio na minha cabeça canta canções de amor para o garoto que é proibido para mim, para o garoto ao qual eu destruí a família, e fica de joelhos para o homem implacável e cruel que me vigia do outro lado da rua.

Quando a morte sopra um recado, é bom parar para ouvir. Benjamin Falkenberg era um dos poucos que prestavam atenção e, por isso, a morte o escolheu como favorito. Sempre que ela vinha atrás de sua alma, ele a deixava com os braços cheios demais para carregá-lo, adiando sua estadia neste mundo por mais um dia, fazendo com que sua boa amiga bebesse o sangue dos seus inimigos e não o seu.

November 12, 1944. This house holds on to souls for a lifetime. I thought I had given it to my husband when I vowed to love him until the end of time. I lied. Nothing could have prepared me for the day my phantom appeared outside my window. He was terrifying, yet hypnotizing, and I couldn’t deny my intrigue. I never intended to fall into a whirlwind romance with my stalker. Especially because he’s so much more than that. A criminal. A mobster. The man who offers me solace from the monster in Parsons Manor. There are many that haunt these halls, yet it’s only my husband I fear.

Maya Killgore is twenty-three and still in the process of figuring out her life. Conor Harkness is thirty-eight, and Maya cannot stop thinking about him. It’s such a cliché, it almost makes her heart implode: older man and younger woman; successful biotech guy and struggling grad student; brother’s best friend and the girl he never even knew existed. As Conor loves to remind her, the power dynamic is too imbalanced. Any relationship between them would be problematic in too many ways to count, and Maya should just get over him.