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Amory has burned for his Soyer, and now, Amory is no longer what he was, no longer human. He has come to embrace both his change and the overprotective Soyer. While Amory finds his footing in the supernatural world he is now a part of, things are not easy when you fall in love with a notorious witch hunter and assassin. Soyer's past is looming, and to make matters more complicated, so is Amory's birth family.

From New York Times bestselling author and TikTok sensation Piper CJ comes the second in the prequel duology to The Night and Its Moon. Discover the origins of demons and darkness, unravel Gyrradin's twisted history, meet the mother of monsters, and uncover the politics behind the sprawling, bloody continent in the Villains books.

If Nox and Amaris are ever to have the life together they've always hoped for, they will have to use all the power and strength within them to protect their continent. When powerful enemies from Sulgrave wielding unspeakable access to magic threaten to shatter their world for good, they must join with Raascot's military, the reevers, and an unlikely ally from the mountains to have any hope of saving their kingdoms.

Nox and Amaris learn their dreams of reunion come at an unspeakable cost. Passion and politics collide as the two young women learn to navigate an unknown future in the kingdom of Raascot. With new titles thrust upon them, Nox and Amaris find themselves more uncertain than ever of who they are meant to become—both to their people and to each other. Humans, fae, and monsters are on the precipice of war, and time is running short in their search for answers. Victory will take more than just battles as alliances shift and new threats emerge.

Running into Lyric Taylor again was a stroke of luck, a second chance at fate. It also brought back the reality of the situation I put us in all those years ago when we were kids. I left when my world came crashing down. Instead of letting her know what was going on, I chose to run and leave her behind, breaking both of our hearts in the worst way possible.

My teammate’s little sister is all I’ve ever wanted. Now I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her. I’ve loved her in secret for years. I kept her safe from the sidelines, even though I knew better. Everyone knows me as the good times guy, the player with a million dollar smile. Never taking anything too seriously.

Miles Garrett, pro basketball player and star of every one of my fantasies, has decided I’m moving in with him. My brother’s teammate has always protected me out of loyalty. He makes me feel like everything will be okay even when my life is on fire. But when he looks at me, I wonder what it would be like if he was truly mine. If I had the dream life and dream job and the dream guy.

They did more than just take me. They shared me. When I lost a bet to three burly oil rig roughnecks, having my bare ass blistered with one of their belts while my wrists were bound with another was just the start of the evening. By the time they were done, I was screaming through every savage climax as they ravaged me thoroughly. I didn't expect to see them again, but then I learned there are things much more shameful than being left with the seed of three infuriatingly sexy brutes still dripping from my well-used body.

Birthdays. I loathed them. Especially when my best friend’s present included a tarot card reading. Skeptical, when I was warned I’d meet a dangerous wolf who would change my life, I laughed. Dating was the last thing on my mind. However, the young woman was right.

As a former NY City firefighter, Landen Weaver is accustomed to tragedy, having survived the worst attack in the city's history. Years later, he's ready for a new challenge. Accepted into the elite smokejumping team in Missoula, Montana, he's eager to leave the past behind.

On the beautiful Hawaiian Islands, not all is paradise in this high-stakes, action-packed romantic suspense. He'll risk his life for her . . . but will he risk his heart? Jiang Ying Yue assumed her kidnapping was random, that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After all, who would...

Real heroes aren't born, they're made K9 handler Arin Siri doesn't like taking orders, and she works best when it's just her and her dog King out in the field. But when she discovers a wounded soldier of fortune during a Search and Protect mission, she has no choice but to get him to safety. The...

When Diz‘s roommate is kidnapped, her occupational hazard escalates. But this savvy cop won’t be benched when a friend’s life is on the line. Diz enlists the help of paramedic Rico Cabrera and the Rider team to save her friend. Rico’s world flips on its axis when he responds to an emergency and rekindles old feelings from a teenage crush he’d shared with no one. He’s drawn to help Diz even if it means tangling with the deadly White Tigers.

I was his even before he hunted me down. When Wilder Blackwell bent me over the railing of his private balcony and made me scream his name into the night, I thought he was just the ruthlessly sexy billionaire who already claimed me in the back of his limo. Not the stalker who would kill any man who touches me. Or the brute who hunted me down and spanked my bare ass as I writhed and begged. But by the time he carried me off, I knew he was all three. And that just made me come harder for him.

Someone tried to take me. He took me back. The last time I saw Stone Bellows, he spanked my ass red and then claimed me for the first time in the back of his truck, my virgin body writhing beneath him as I came so hard I saw stars. Then my father had the cops run him out of town and he went off and became a Navy SEAL. But now, with his mouth ravaging mine as his calloused hands undress me, I can barely keep myself from moaning at just the thought of him inside me again. Partly because he just rescued me from terrorist kidnappers. But mainly because I've always been his.

Am Anfang war ich besessen von ihr. Ich machte sie zu meinem Eigentum. Als ältester Bruder der brutalsten Verbrecherfamilie Chicagos bekomme ich stets, was ich will. Auch sie. Als ich Emily Martin zum ersten Mal spielen hörte, beruhigten die Saiten ihres Cellos mein inneres Biest wie nichts je zuvor. Mit einem einzigen Blick in ihr engelsgleiches Gesicht war ich besessen von ihr, und von da an wusste ich, dass nichts und niemand mich daran hindern könnte, sie mir anzueignen.

When Zachariah Blackwell caught me sneaking into his office to spy on the Obsidian Society, the brutal bastard bent me over his desk and belted my ass before claiming it even more roughly. Then my billionaire boss—the same man I've seen break another man's arm for daring to put his hands on me—told me he was in my house last night. Watching me writhe and moan in my sleep. Hearing me whisper his name as I slid my fingers beneath my panties. Knowing he was ripping my clothes off and ravaging me in my dreams.

Before he took me captive, I was already his. I knew better than to get mixed up with a billionaire Greek mafia kingpin, but Christos Nomikos didn't give me a choice. Not when he carried me off to his estate for my protection, not when he belted my bare ass for running away, and not when he made me come harder than I ever have in my life for him. But as he pushes me down over the back of his couch to take me the only way he hasn't yet, I can't deny the shameful truth. Even if I had a choice, I'd still be his.

He was the darkness to my light, a twisted forbidden fruit. Stalker. Sinner. Dominator. He created reality from dark and sensual nightmares. Yet I craved them. And I hungered for him. Xander Blackwell was all things dangerous and possessive, requiring me to surrender. Demanding I submit to every brutal command. While the passion was savagely intense, his discipline without remorse, his touch and uncontrollable sadistic desire peeled away every layer, exposing the wanton and subversive woman within.

When I tore Chantel's clothes off on that dark balcony and gave her exactly what she needed, I didn't know the girl screaming her surrender into the night should have been off-limits to me. Not just because I'm old enough to be her father, or even because my half-brother raised her. Because she's too innocent for the wicked things I would do to her perfect little body, for the way I would make her beg and writhe and come over and over again with her hair gripped tight in my fist and her ass sore from my belt, then flip her over and claim her even more shamefully.