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I've always wanted to be a musician. Not necessarily famous, but the way I connected to music, I dreamed of people feeling that way about mine. Starting a band with my three best friends was a no brainer. No, it wasn't instant success, but it didn't take long for us to get noticed. There's not many all-female metal bands, and we understood that helped propel us into the industry. We wanted to prove we were more than eye candy and were an awesome band. Being women and wanting respect, we lived like rock stars, doing what our male counterparts did. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

I’ve always wanted to be stalked. Turns out, I already am. Signing that contract was supposed to give me control, masked strangers, the illusion of danger, and a fantasy I could walk away from. Except the men who answered weren’t strangers at all. They chased me through cemeteries, cornered me in libraries, and left notes on my pillow while I slept. I thought it was a game I controlled. Then the masks came off. They intercepted my contract. Hacked the website and manipulated everything to make me theirs. One of them has been watching me for months before I ever signed anything.

Ella Taylor is a young woman with dreams as big as the city skyline. Finally free of her evil stepmother, she has only one goal; to stay out of her clutches forever. She finds a willing ally in Dax Moore, her boss, an ambitious and determined man who has put away his playboy ways to prove he is the only man to run his family’s company. Amidst the long hours and dedication, a romance slowly blossoms, shocking and surprising them both. With the help of her friends, and Dax’s love and loyalty, Ella slowly carves a life out in the city.

Nobody except Marcus batted an eye when I decided to escape L.A. for a temporary hiatus to Ireland. “Sometimes you have to press reboot,” I told myself. So here I am, visiting my mom on the Emerald Isle and loving every minute. However, of all the plans I had in my head, falling in love with an Irishman was not one of them. Especially one who presses all my buttons. All the wrong buttons.

After two years of living in the shadows, I force myself to leave my protective bubble and move to college. When I get there, though, and come face to face with the casualty of the greatest mistake of my life, I have to wonder whether I’ve made the right decision. But then, as time moves on, I learn how to breathe again, and that’s not something I’m willing to give up on. Maverick may be determined to push me away—something I deserve—but all I want is to hold on to my freedom, and him, tighter. Will we find happiness with each other, or are we destined to a lifetime of hurting one another?

Atlan Warlord Velik is hanging on to sanity by a thread. His mating fever rages. His beast fights him every moment. The beast needs to hunt. To kill. To find their mate or surrender to a glorious death in battle. He volunteers for a mission so dangerous, he knows he will not return. Waiting to deploy, he is lost, keeping distance between himself and those his tormented beast could destroy. His fate is sealed … until his beast picks up her scent. Sees her face. In an instant, the beast knows this human woman belongs to him and no one else.

Three busy women with one thing in common—no time for love. Meet sensible Grace Hale, predictable Peyton Parkes, and career-minded Sloan Patrick. Their lives were exceptionally mundane, especially in the man department. But what happens when fate crosses their paths, wearing a killer smile? Well...some might say things for them are about to become far more interesting.

She was supposed to spend a few days wandering around with her twin sister, seeing the sights, expanding her horizons. The trip was supposed to be a much needed break from the hectic schedule she was keeping in school. She was only nineteen. She had plans. Finish college. Medical school. Husband. House. Two-point-five perfect kids and a golden retriever named Buddy. All that changed with one roar of pain. She heard him. A beast. He was out of control, locked behind an impenetrable wall, alone. Suffering the agony of mating fever.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when Broderick Cross saved me from an untimely fate. I hated him with every fiber of my being, and I know he won’t touch me because I’m his best friend’s sister. Or that’s what I thought. But even with danger knocking on my door, the one I need protection from is him.

She ran and hid in one of the biggest cities in the world. It’s the best place to remain anonymous if you try hard enough. But that all comes crashing down when I spend the night with her. My new assistant. I made a vow to never mention the night we spent together again. She didn’t know who I was and I preferred to keep it that way. But when her past comes back to haunt her I’m the only one who can help her fight the demons that curse her.

When my world was ripped out from under me, I craved solitude so that I could heal. It became a habit until I saw her. She might hate me, but that’s okay. She doesn’t know that she’s my obsession. And I’m the only one who can protect her, because she’s mine.

When a neurotic statistics geek gets invited to his twenty-five-year high school reunion, he spends his life savings remaking his identity to wow his old classmates. Only one tiny problem: his new persona gets him mistaken for a drug kingpin and sends him running for his life with the very people who used to make it miserable.

My name is Neva, or "Snow White", as patrons of the Wicked Lyre tavern know me. There, I dance for the wealthy and lecherous. Void of my memories, my life before the age of 12 is a mystery I don’t have time to solve, chained as I am to my cruel master. Enter Herrick Vorst.

She is scarred. When I stormed into her life, it was supposed to be temporary. Anais was supposed to be like the rest. Then I became addicted. My past caught up with me and she walked out before I could make her mine. Tragedy strikes and I have no choice but to bring her back into my world. In order to protect her, I convince her to wear my ring. But I fear even I can’t protect her from the turmoil we’re about to face.

Damien Cross treats New York City as if it’s his personal playground. He sees. He touches. He conquers. He holds the fate of my family in his hands. And makes a deal with me I can’t refuse. He’ll forgive my father’s debt if he can have something in exchange: me. I promised myself I wouldn’t get addicted, but nothing is guaranteed when you make a deal with a savage. Now this debt is my cross to bear.

Our bond is steel. We began to rebuild what we had, because I’m determined to make things right. Someone is out to ruin me, and they’re using Anais to do it. Danger threatened to take her from me forever. But what they don’t know is when someone threatens what is mine, there will be hell to pay.

They didn't want me then, but it seems like the boys from my past don't want anyone else to have me either. We were always going to pack, but my teenage dreams were flipped upside down when they rejected me, leaving me bleeding and broken. I survived and found my way. Now, I'm returning home a completely different person to pack with my new alpha. First, though, I have to put an end to what the boys from my past started.

Kade and Hunter Caruthers. Brothers. Twins. My cousins. In a way, they’re my family. Protective. Indulgent. My best friends. But there was something else there, too. That ever-present whisper that reminded me more as I got older that we didn’t actually share any blood. They used to be inseparable. We all were, but not anymore. I don’t know why Hunter left or why he joined a rival team in Weston—that Rebel town across the river—to stand on the opposite side of the field from his brother, but Kade is out for blood now and Hunter has finally decided to engage.

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it's Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don't kill innocents. It's my only rule. The woman doesn't scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn't run.

She was enraptured by the man they called Romeo the moment that he turned those butterscotch-colored eyes her way. What wasn’t to love about a big, burly, plaid-wearing lumberjack? He was tall, gorgeous, and knew how to wield a chainsaw better than Leatherface. He could fell a tree in seconds, had thighs that were as thick as said trees, filled out a pair of Wranglers better than any cowboy ever, and didn’t care that she could operate heavy machinery better than him. He was everything a girl like Mable could ask for. The caveat?