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The lost Volsik heir has finally returned to the people of Íseldur, and even with the warrior who's captured her heart standing by her side, Silla's task is monumental. She must earn the loyalty of the northern jarls to drive Ivar Ironheart from the throne and restore peace in the kingdom. But the secret she guards vigilantly threatens to ruin all her plans: a shard of a god lives in her mind, twisting her thoughts and deeds to His will.

What happens when your masked mystery lover turns out to be a Bratva boss? And you're carrying his baby? It all started when I broke up with my abusive ex. Driving around town, confused and heartbroken, I stumbled upon a secret club. Velvet curtains. Hidden identities. No real-life consequences outside these walls. The perfect escape my broken heart desires. That's when I see him. The moment he enters the room, my body ignites like never before. Dark eyes behind a thick black mask survey me hungrily. Skilled hands that know exactly how to make me shatter.

His touch would be her undoing. With a single touch, the ruling Blessed could realize Emberline Arkova is immune to their magic. She's determined to leave the kingdom in search of answers, because every day she remains is a risk. But her uncle's sudden disappearance upends her plans. Thrust into his role as jeweler, she's gone from avoiding the Blessed to becoming the center of their world. Uniquely able to identify the gems required for their magic, she's now their most precious resource.

Nell Gallows is the sole survivor of an elite dark forces squad, Riøt, after a detrimental attack two years ago. Unsurprisingly, she's being put up as the top candidate for the special ops team Malum, the squad that goes where no one else will or can. There's only one problem: Malum blames their one casualty from the Patagonia mission on the Riøt squad.

I've always been a tough North Shore girl. Fighting is in my blood, survival in my DNA. But two years ago, Caden King broke me, and he has proof of it. Now he wants to blackmail me into doing a job for him. The kind that puts my chance of escaping the North Shore at risk. The kind that means betraying my own crew.

Sean "Ax" Hunter is both a former Marine and Sergeant at Arms for the Hounds of Hell MC. His mind works like a twisted hamster wheel. Dates, facts, faces, and memories are all vivid and constant. Nothing holds his attention long, until the night a Georgia storm forces him into an upscale club, and suddenly his attention belongs solely to her.

Even before her father's death, Kelly Everhart always knew Logan Teller was someone she could rely on. Now he's taken over the Black Rabbit tattoo shop and brought her along with him. And while Kelly still finds her former crush and current mentor hot as hell, they're firmly in the friendzone. Or so she thinks....

When my wife died at the hands of my enemies, a part of me died along with her. For 10 long, agonising years, I yearned for her. Day and night. I vowed never to look in another woman's direction again, and for those 10 years, I didn't. Then Autumn DeValos bulldozed into my life. I tried to kill her. Several times. But her skills as an assassin made her one of the toughest opponents I had ever faced. When we're both kidnapped by the same man and forced to work together in a fight-to-the-death, gladiator-style tournament, things change.

Saeris Fane doesn't want power. The very last thing she needs is her name whispered on an entire court's lips, but now that she's been crowned queen of the Blood Court, she's discovering that a queen's life is not her own. A heavy weight rests upon her shoulders. Her ward—and her brother—need her back in her homeland…but the changes that have strengthened Saeris have also made her weak. Born under blazing suns, Saeris will surely die if she makes her way home through the Quicksilver. Which means that, once again, she must send someone else in her stead....

The adopted human daughter of the Nightborn vampire king, Oraya carved her place in a world designed to kill her. Her only chance to become something more than prey is entering the Kejari: a legendary tournament held by the goddess of death herself. But winning won’t be easy amongst the most vicious warriors from all three vampire houses. To survive, Oraya is forced to make an alliance with a mysterious rival.

Even though she's not one of them, Brynn has spent her life among the Alaha, training to be a guard and waiting for the chance to attend the annual market hosted by the Kenta—the very same people who exiled her adopted community to a life at sea. Going to the market is a rite of passage eagerly anticipated by all young guards, but Brynn does not anticipate breaking a century-long peace treaty while there.

She floats at my periphery, sweet and innocent, nothing like the life I'm accustomed to. I can't help but watch her, follow her, love her from afar. Even though I know I shouldn't. But to keep her safe, I'll make her my wife, regardless of whether she wants it or not. Our marriage may be arranged, but my ring on her finger will serve as protection from this dangerous life. I already know my path, and it's a dark one. The family reign that I'm to take over will always be dangerous. But the closer I get to Tova, the more I realize she's the only light in the darkness that cloaks me.

I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

Twenty-four-year-old Saeris Fane is good at keeping secrets. No one knows about the strange powers she possesses or the fact that she has been picking pockets and stealing from the Undying Queen's reservoirs for as long as she can remember. But a secret is like a knot. Sooner or later, it is bound to come undone. When Saeris comes face-to-face with Death himself, she inadvertently reopens a gateway between realms and is transported to a land of ice and snow. The Fae have always been the stuff of myth, of legend, of nightmares… but it turns out they're real.

All my life, I've been scorned for what I am: an object of desire, a temptress, a demon. Now my dark and mysterious powers of seduction might be my only salvation. I am living in a nightmare. Rune's voice torments me. Cruel hands offer touch and torture that I cannot refuse. My addictive blood spurs obsession and frenzy, but I am not defenseless. The born vampires can't fathom the embodiment of wrath and vengeance they are forging from sin and blood.

Adrian Cross was never supposed to walk back into my life—especially not looking like that. Towering. Tattooed. With eyes that burn hotter than his tattoo gun. He's my brother's best friend. A polar bear shifter. My lifelong crush. And the new artist filling in at our shop while Magnus is out. He says I'm his fated mate. That he's known since we were kids. He says that he's waited long enough and he's done pretending.

Rules. I know them, but I didn't follow them. I moved into his city, his domain without approval. Now, it's time for me to pay the price. Marry the cold, calculating Don of La Cosa Nostra—the man many have never seen or could recognize—and be bound to the mafia forever. But when he comes to collect me, I realize that this isn't the first time we've met.

Three things happen at once: Garlen Irontree and I meet in person for the first time. Which, at first, is lovely. Then he stands much too close, inhales my scent, and morphs into a snarling, raging, green-muscled beast who repeatedly thunders "my bride." Uh oh.

I might be blind, but I still should have seen that he was trouble. He's a scheming billionaire perched on the brink of dominance. Cold. Calculating. Ruthless. A king. Roman Kincaid is everything I'm not… a titan of real estate. A god among men. A man who owns the entire world. Almost… Despite being handicapped and the caretaker of every wounded animal that comes my way, I am not exempt from catching his attention. I can't make out the color of his eyes, but I can still feel their heat.

Charlotte had just undergone a mastectomy. Marriage was the last thing on her mind. But to honor her grandfather's dying wish, she agreed to marry the second grandson of New York's most powerful mafia family. It was supposed to be cold. Strategic. Loveless. Until the veil lifted at the altar—and it wasn't her fiancé standing there. It was Cassian Moretti. Her fiancé's older brother. The man she kissed once to escape danger. The man who never forgot. He'd kidnapped his own brother. Planted a bomb beneath the church. And told the priest: Marry us, or watch it burn.