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Riot Night changed my life. Coming back to Shadow Grove turned it on its head. I’ve been hunted, stabbed, stalked, tormented, and used. Hate fueled me, lies tore me apart, and in the end, everything I thought I knew turned out to be fake. Except...Riot Night also brought Archer, Kody, and Steele back into my life. No matter how much I’ve fought it, hated it, been lied to, or discovered the deceptions - I want them in my life.

A young woman on the verge of bankruptcy. A mysterious billionaire with an offer that will change her life. An obsession so powerful, it could destroy them both....

Becoming a godfather was a close second. Paul and Emily Clarke have been my best friends for over twenty years. We've gone through it all. We were the three musketeers. When my best friends are ripped from all of our lives, leaving behind a broken piece of themselves, I know it's up to me to put things back together.

One spoiled quarterback, a dominant billionaire, an all-pro tight end, and the best sports medicine doctor around. Together, they should make a perfect team. But the Ash pack is fumbling… until a sweet, sassy omega wanders into their biggest season ever and steals their hearts.

I’m out for revenge. He’s out to rule the world. Kirill and I are as different as day and night. We shouldn’t have been in the same frame or universe. But we meet under the strangest circumstances. He’s my superior in the military and the man who’ll introduce me to carnage.

“Madison Kate Danvers was murdered tonight.” Those words changed my life, and not for the better. They were wrong, of course. I wasn’t dead. But I was set up. After being charged with a string of offences - and made an example of by my political-minded father - I’m eventually released back into Shadow Grove with one thing on my mind. Hate. Someone is going to pay for derailing my carefully laid-out future. How very convenient that someone just moved into the bedroom down the hall from me.

“You’ll always be mine.” The latest taunt from my stalker reminded me I was nothing more than a possession to my father, to the Reapers, to Archer D’Ath. Even to Kody and Steele. Princess Danvers - the prize. His wife. Archer D’Ath’s wife. I hate them. They lied to me. Over and over again. I knew they were lying, and I hate myself for letting it happen. For believing in the fake relationships I want so desperately to be real.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” The words scrawled on the back of my newest stalker mail makes my blood run cold. I have no idea if it’s the lie I know or one that I don’t. Since arriving back into Shadow Grove, I’ve been stalked, tormented, chased, and almost killed. I’ve been lied to, repeatedly, by people I was growing to trust.

Facilities for rabid alphas? Saylor Callahan thought they were a joke. A myth someone made up to scare alphas into behaving... until she found herself stolen away and dumped in one. Feral alphas who spend time in close contact with omega pheromones gain back cognitive functioning pretty quickly, but rabid alphas have to bite a scent-matched omega to attain that same clarity.

The closer I get to the truth, the further away it feels. Every step I take is met with resistance—not just from the monsters still chasing me, but from the very men who have sworn to protect me. Especially Bones. Cold. Controlled. Ruthless. He watches me like I'm the problem he's been ordered to solve, not the woman desperate to find her missing sister. And maybe I am the problem—because I won't stop. Not for him. Not for anyone. But when a lead surfaces, one so risky even I can't believe I'm willing to chase it, he doesn't shut me down.

People are greedy, and Christmas intensifies this to sickening heights. Most don’t need the stuff they ask for—but I do. Which is why, while families enjoy their holiday cheer and traditions, they don’t see me slip in and out of their homes, snatching their possessions. This house should be like all the others. I’ve watched and planned. When the residents announce a last-minute vacation, it becomes entirely too easy. In, out, and it’ll be over. Until it isn’t. Until she catches me in the house. But this isn’t the first time she’s seen me.

From New York Times bestselling author J.T. Geissinger comes Ruthless Creatures, a scorchingly hot mafia romance about two people bound together by a debt that must be collected. No matter the cost. This program features multicast narration.

I'm no stranger to survival. I've always acted a lot tougher than I am, but I'm a big believer in fake it until you make it. But even I couldn't imagine the relentless pursuit of my former kidnappers, and the only thing standing in their way is four calculating and dangerous men. Each time I think I've found some measure of relief, a new danger threatens to suffocate me. It's not just about who I can trust anymore. No, everyone has an agenda—even me. Why else would I find myself attracted to the men who are keeping me prisoner?

Freya should finally be free. Safe. But her life is rarely that simple, and the Cross-Cut Killer case is far more complicated than anyone realized. Now, it's more personal than ever, and the killer is determined to make Freya's existence a living hell. She did what he wanted, she ran from the men she loved, and now it's slowly killing her. Hiding out with her pseudo-sister Carmen may be a temporary solution, but it won't heal the trauma she's been through, and River, Jude, Eli, and Oz aren't about to let her suffer on her own.

I did not intentionally get my butt stuck to a frozen toilet seat. I did not mean to spray my favorite singer in the face with pepper spray. Promise: I'm just a fangirl, not a stalker. Pop-rock band, Inked Pages, has just rescued this failed bookshop owner from a desolate rest stop. These four spicy rockstars plan to drop me off at home and skedaddle to their ultra-viral holiday concert. But the blizzard is a Christmas miracle in disguise.

I’m the salvation for the dirty throne of the city’s underworld, the only person who can secure a future for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. There are few people in this world whom I can trust—a mafia brat, a soon-to-be nun, and four lascivious demons—but that’ll have to be enough, or we’ll all burn together in glorious flame. Only, there’s no telling what my father will do now that he knows the truth.

I'm the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys...they share one. They share me .

I’m the queen to a dirty throne of men and mania, a dissenter who's supposed to be a quiet accomplice to the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. The four wicked men I’ve summoned are like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse—albeit dressed in leather and riding chrome stallions—and I’m the last judgement, bringing the end of the world as the club knows it. Only, it’s with my own hands bathed in blood and betrayal.

Summertime, and the living's easy… At least that's what I'd hoped for when I decided to visit Hollywood's most sought-after director—A.K.A. my usually absentee father—for the summer. My vision of an idyllic break before starting grownup life after college comes to a halt when my dad puts me to work on his set. As an aspiring screenwriter, I'm eager for any experience. But my time is spent as the errand girl, fulfilling every whim of Hollywood's it actor: the flirtatious, too-sexy-for-his-own-good Liam Taylor.

I thought I knew who I was, where I came from, but my life is turned upside down when a stranger knocks on my door with promises that seem too good to be true. I should have run like hell and never looked back, but it’s too late now. I’m enrolled at Cadieux College, where secrets and deception line the walls, and the founding families rule without question. They all think I’ll be easy to use, to control, but I’m nobody’s puppet.