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I was used as a pawn in a sinister war. I spent my entire life slaughtering demons and consuming their souls one by one—now, I’m fated to three of them. The secrets of my past haunt me, and the truth of who I really am comes as a shock to us all. The only way to right my wrongs is to make sure it never happens again. I must put a stop to the bloodshed and align with the very monsters whose lives I’ve threatened. We will win this war if it’s the last thing I do. One thing is certain: I can only save my people if I sacrifice myself.

All is not well in Arch City. Grave has won the respect of the therians, but at what cost? His people have been attacked, so it's time to do what a supervillain does best... get revenge. But even if he squashes the rival gang like a bug, other, more powerful foes are circling. Ranger is still hunting him, but he has a plan for the world's strongest man, while other threats south of the border have noticed the new player in town. To face them, he needs to master his magic and marshal his resources. Speaking of resources, there is a problem with the money. A problem he has to fix personally.

After the makeover of the century, I walk onstage in too-high heels… and trip in front of thousands of people! I'm saved from becoming a face-plant meme by Brokk, who catches me in a romantic dip that makes my tummy flutter. Which it so totally shouldn't. Because Brokk's not just the hunky model on my book covers. He also lives 24/7 in an orc costume with tusks and green skin. I might write monster romance and wish I had an orc of my own, but monsters aren't real! How can I take this guy seriously?

Martha has enrolled on a six-month exchange program to the planet Ven, whose people have recently made first contact with Earth. Newly single and broke, Martha looks forward to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to find out more about the Venorians, an intriguing humanoid race of massive bronze-skinned people. As the son and heir of the Kran, planet Ven’s ruler, Krantor has four somars—men who are his lifelong bodyguards and companions. He loves them all dearly, but one of them, Prilor, he loves best of all.

I'm the only one standing between her and those who want her dead. She sees a monster when she looks at me—blood-stained hands, a heart blackened by violence. What she doesn't see is that those same hands are the only thing keeping her alive. She runs from me, again and again. But every escape only drags her closer to the enemies hunting us both. She burns with hatred for the cage I've built around her… And yet, there's heat beneath the fury. A hunger neither of us can outrun.

Some might see me as heartless...because at work, I am cold, calculating, ruthless, and I demand nothing but the best. No exceptions. But when in fact—I'm craving the woman I can't have. We all know there are rules that can't be broken. I made the mistake of wronging my business partner, Nash, once before. I won't do it again, not if I want to keep my position by his side in this company.

Grumpy single dad? Me. Sassy nanny with a past? Her. And a too-smart-for-her-own-good pre-teen? That’d be my beloved daughter. Being a single dad isn’t easy. Neither is running a billion-dollar company. Parenting is definitely harder, but I’ve been doing just fine—at least, that’s what I keep telling myself. And then another nanny quits. I’m not asking for much, just someone to help manage our carefully planned schedule, put up with my surliness, and not run away from the challenges my twelve-year-old daughter presents. Sounds easy enough, right? Apparently not.

There was a fire in the break room. And I started it. Mr. Wallis is going to kill me. He takes one look at me and my blushing cheeks and says he's going to punish me his way. We're far enough from civilization that no one can hear me scream. Or moan. Or beg for more.

I hate Dante Moretti. He is cold, calculating, and vicious. It’s no secret that he wiped out his former fiancée and her entire family on the eve of their wedding. He’s the kind of evil that makes even devils cry. But that’s not why I hate him.

Thirty years ago, the world as we know it was lost. Now humans live like rats, desperate for food and safety, the wall towering before us as a mocking reminder of what happened… A wall I find myself running to for refuge. I've spent my whole life uncovering the truth, telling the world the reality behind the stories that they watch. I'm the one on their screens, the adrenaline junkie, the mayor's perfect daughter. Until one day, I pick up the wrong story. With no other choice, I run and hide in the one place I will be safe from those hunting me—the wall.

Rem "Viper" James knew his secrets wouldn’t stay buried forever. He just never expected to be arrested in front of 20,000 screaming rodeo fans. Dragged into an interrogation room, Rem is given an ultimatum: testify against his old motorcycle club, or face another stint in a cell.

The second and final book in the Luna Duet.... Full blurb to come.

Oakley captured my attention. From the very first second. The moment she sassed me, even though I was wearing my club cut, I knew she had fire in her soul. As the tech man for the Houston Defiance MC, it's my job to know everything. To always be ahead of the game. To outwit, outmatch, and outmaneuver our enemies at every turn. They may be smart, but I'm smarter. Finding out this firecracker has ties to a rival MC catches me off guard. And my first instinct is to protect her. Damn the consequences.

I might be the best-selling solo artist in the world, but my personal life is a disaster. For every number one album, there's a sea of my worsts, all documented in photos. Bad break-ups. Destroyed hotel rooms. Fights. Drugs. And just as many rumors. Every headline reaffirms the walls I've built around myself. Fame destroys everything it touches, and I can't let anyone close. The only exception is my best friend—Lowe Wilder

Sunny Burke is the all-American life of the party. The golden boy everybody loves, a talented cowboy, and the man who warms my bed at night. In rodeo circles, they call Kai Hunt "Frost" because of his determination to win and his icy exterior. He's never made it a secret he can't stand his best friend's girl. Aka, me. Then the three of us got into a car, and everything changed. Because only two left it alive. In the aftermath, I slink back home to my little country town to lick my wounds. Yet fate has other plans.

Being held captive on a South Pacific Island and forced to submit to the depravity of strange men was horrific, but it wasn't the worst experience of Kelly Taylor's life. Abused as a child and abandoned once she turned eighteen, Kelly is now free . . . except for the threatening text messages she's receiving.

Mach Powers lives the dream. What more could he want? He’s Dimefront’s guitarist, lives by his own rules, and gets pretty much everything he wants. But there is one issue. When he swipes right for a pretend publicity date with a fan, he falls straight into dinner with Darla Davis. His world is suddenly out of whack, and everything he thought he wanted goes out the window.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my loved ones, including going toe to toe with an ice giant. His subzero temperatures overpower my flames while his brutal hands force my omega body into submission. I fight with all my might until the world implodes, and I realize I don’t have a choice.

Warlord Tane of Atlan is a warrior, not a prince. So why is he wearing these ridiculous white pants and gold-trimmed jacket? And gods help him, why are there hundreds of females in glittering gowns, circling like vultures, expecting him to dance? The human producers of the Bachelor Beast television show thought this would be a good idea; dress up an unmated Warlord like a fairytale prince, invite hundreds of eligible human women to a “Cinderella Ball,” turn on their cameras, and record everything. And then he sees her. His mate. The only female who can tame his beast.

I’ve spent the last two decades suffering at the hands of my Enforcer. He rules my life with an iron fist, taking great pleasure in my pain. I’ll gladly suffer another two decades if it means my daughter will live a happy life away from the ISC.