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Hockey players were never my type. At least, that’s what I thought—until I met Conor Nilsen. In truth, I didn’t know he was the goalie for the Chicago Falcons when he struck up a conversation the night of my bachelorette party. He proved he wasn’t just some hot guy looking to score when he helped me get my drunk bridesmaid safely back to our hotel. That’s when he discovered my 30-before-30 bucket list—a list I hadn’t managed to check a single item off. What was meant to be a night of stargazing turned into so much more.

I thought being forced to start over in my career was the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. That is, until that same night when I met a stranger in a bar. He was only meant to be a distraction from my spiraling mental state. Little did I know, he would unintentionally set me on a new path in life—before I disappeared, at least. I left, immediately regretting that I didn't get his name and would probably never see him again. Less than a year later, my new mentor passed away, leaving me nervous about what the future held once more.

They showed up when I had no one else, their motives totally obscure. Driven by my need for closure, I find myself inexplicably drawn to them. At the lowest point in my life, they offered me a twisted redemption: revenge. Having them around ignites conflicting emotions within me—familiarity intertwined with so much doubt—and they want nothing more than to keep me.

He’ll do anything to find his mate! Calix has been looking for his mate for years. There’s someone fated just for him, and no one else will do. But one look at Emma has Cal overwhelmed with protectiveness. He knows Emma is not the one, but that doesn’t stop him from stealing her and claiming her as his own. Emma stinks. Stinking is ideal for avoiding attention. But when it comes to the hot-as-sin alien mercenary who just rescued her from slavery, that’s the last thing she wants. Emma wants her muscle-bound hero, lock, stock, and barrel.

Master the Art of Dating, Masculine Confidence, and Long-Term Relationships.

This is a dark, fantasy romance series by the authors of Zodiac Academy with all the enemies to lovers vibes – don’t go expecting a sweet vampire with sparkling skin and a tendency to watch you sleeping. These vampires are savage and bloodthirsty, and the slayer who hunts them will stab first and ask questions later. This war-torn fantasy world is a brutal bi *ch and only those 18+ have a chance at surviving the darkness lurking in this book.

Cierra Wallace always tried to do the right thing. Helping others has been high up on her list of priorities. That’s probably because she realized years ago that one person could make a difference. Only now she’s wondering if the help she provided years ago was her best idea. Greyson West senses a bit of fear when Cierra shows up at Harper Security Ops looking for self-defense and tactical training skills. It’s not uncommon in his line of work, but something about seeing the worry in Cierra’s eyes hits him a little differently.

The presence of a powerful entity taking refuge in his realm alarms Zepharali. This being has a dark aura, but also a sweet, irresistible scent he's never experienced. They could be an upper-level vampire, a warlock, a fire lord, or gods forbid, all three, capable of harnessing the dark elements, and making them the most formidable adversary he's ever faced. He hopes they can be reasoned with, because Zepharali has yet to unleash the full forces of his summer suns, which could shatter the peace of his realm.

I’d traded my hand in marriage for his help so I’d save my seat at the Syndicate’s table. Now, I had a secret husband. Cold and calculating Killian Brennan Cullen. The hottest man I’d ever met. And the heir to the Irish Cullen mafia.

The second book in the bestselling Goodreads Choice Award–nominated series about a woman kept within the walls of a terrifying dystopian prison, where her survival means fighting back against the very men who have been raised to subjugate her.

Buried deep below the everyday life of our society lives an underground world of nightmares—of violence and murder no one dares speak about. Contracts and laws weave the web of our culture together. Our Masters walk amongst us. They can be our friends, or the ones to make us disappear forever. Where I once had found peace within my existence, it all ended with the death of my cruel, yet caring owner. My world shattered and I was taken back to the one place I had hoped to never see again—the cells of Whitlock—a subterranean fortress for slaves who await their new placement.

The second book in the bestselling dark dystopian fantasy series from hugely popular dark romance author Nicci Harris, where Dahlia, a young woman raised as a “lace girl,” meant to soothe the brutal men who go to war, but when her best friend dies giving birth, she finds herself on the run with a baby that belongs to the regime, and her only hope the brutal, seven-foot Lagos.

Seeking an escape from my monotonous life in Willow Creek, I eagerly stepped into the carnival's vibrant chaos, unaware that everything was about to change. I was simply chasing a thrill, never expecting to stumble into the arms of Lars—a captivating mechanic shrouded in mystery. But a dark underworld of secrets and shadows lurks beneath the carnival's dazzling facade. The deeper I fall into Lars's enigmatic world, the more I realize that love can be as intoxicating as it is dangerous. Lars teeters on the edge between passion and obsession, and our connection threatens to overwhelm us.

Every day, I lie and pretend I'm not a threat. I swallow insults and avoid the electric fence, crossing my fingers I can fake my way to freedom before I snap and end up permanently caged. Borrowing my sister's identity is my last chance at escape. But Serafina Redfang isn't just a cartel heiress. She's the reason I can never mate the pack of my childhood dreams. Su Jin, Bishop, Dutch, and Reese already belong to her. Now, I have to pretend to be theirs. To smile, hide my scars, and let them close before I let them go forever.

Cruel. Insane. Furious. Lachlan O’Rourke crashed my wedding, saw the bruises under my veil, and now… he’s my new husband. He’s untamed and reclusive and says I’m way too young and innocent for a monster like him. He keeps reminding me this is just a marriage of convenience to keep me safe until the ballet conservatory accepts me.

Most people cry when they’re left at the altar. Me? I cast a spell to find the perfect man. But when a very bare and uh…impressive…incubus appears in my living room, I know I messed up. Serves me right for trying a spell I found on the internet! I’m both disappointed and relieved when Prax is summoned away. I think he’s gone for good, until I wake the next morning to my sexy incubus in nothing but an apron, making me breakfast in bed.

I’m Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked. Dark romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade. Mafia. Bully. Why choose? You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it. Look, if I don’t need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story? If someone didn’t bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her? But it’s just fiction. Until it’s not. So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favorite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.

Christian “Priest” DiLustro. A charming prince. Only when it suited him. I had a taste of him and got addicted. But he was a heartless bastard and an arrogant mafia prince whose only goal was to ignore me after we scratched the itch. Just when I thought we’d both moved on, he swooped in and claimed he made a promise that he intended to keep, even if it killed us both.

Two years of my life have been stolen by the Royals of Forsyth. Two years of captivity and hell. Two years at the whim of powerful men. I spent that time seeking freedom. Now, I want nothing more than revenge.

When the woman he loves is taken, Forest "Trees" Scott abandons a mission to save her from the enemy. Fearing the worst, he moves heaven and earth to find her—until he realizes Laila Torres left him of her own free will for the man who used her for six years. He's stunned and wrecked. She played him—and he fell for it. One thing he's not doing? Giving up. He'll find her and he'll make her pay . . . in his bed.