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Cowboy shifters…oh my! At Wolf Ranch, the men are feral for their women.

He's a small town doctor. She's a big city CEO billionaire. Fate is about to show them that they need each other, in and out of the office. Kayla rolls into the small town of Rock Springs in her fancy suit and expensive high heels ready to do a business deal, then head back to Dallas. Getting hurt and meeting Brice, the small town cowboy doctor, wasn't part of the plan. Neither was being stuck in town because she can't drive and the business deal failed.

He's a cowboy pastor. She has big dreams that don't include settling down. Is he willing to risk it all to go after the one girl he can't have? I'm not running away. I'm running toward the life I want. William is everything I always wanted. A man my parents would love. But Greg is who makes my heart race. One is a driven businessman in a big city. The other is a small town pastor. One wants me to be a stay at home corporate wife. The other wants me to follow my dreams and wants to be by my side as I do. The problem? The one I'm dating isn't the one that wants to make my dreams come true.

Drinks were flowing as we celebrated my sister and her fiancé’s upcoming wedding. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in bed with Anna Mae and it seems we did a whole lot more than spend the night together. Our drunken selves found a cute little chapel and tied the knot. Anna is understandably upset, but I see this as an opportunity with a beautiful woman I genuinely care for. Can I convince her to take a gamble on our happily ever after? Or once we are back in Rock Springs will we roll snake eyes on what could have been a beautiful future?

Walking into his office as his newest employee, fainting at his feet, and then having him discover you've been hiding his child for seven years is probably not recommended by relationship experts. Yet here we are. Seven years ago, I met Cole at my cousin's wedding. I was a freshly dumped, slightly buzzed bridesmaid seeking refuge in the hotel bar. He was brooding, mysterious, and saved me from a would-be thief who was clearly making poor life choices. (Kind of like me, as it turned out.)

“I told you not to fall in love with me.” Not exactly what you say to the man who makes your blood heat like a perfect mug of hot cocoa. Then again, I’m not making great decisions lately. First bad decision: quit my job and hide at my family’s orchard while I get my ish together. And since I’m jobless, I couldn’t exactly say no to working at the Christmas Tree Farm attached to the orchard. Too bad the enigmatic owner of the establishment is far too tempting to resist. That brings us to my second bad decision: I sort of fell into bed with my new boss.

Anissa Laurent is a ghost—a master of deception, a woman who has slipped through the cracks of the underworld. Untraceable. Untouchable. Unclaimed. Until me. I made it my life’s mission to find her, drag her back where she belongs, and punish her for her betrayal. I traced every false identity until I found her, but I took my time. I studied the way she breathes, the way she moves, what she loves, and what she hates. She thought she could run. She thought she could hide. She thought she could get away with betraying my family. But I’m not a man who lets go of what’s mine.

The battle was fought. And the battle was lost. Waking up in the middle of nowhere, my connection to my siblings was gone. Jaggedly severed like a stolen soul. I searched for centuries. Living under countless names. In countless places. Never getting close to anyone. Never staying long enough for anyone to notice I didn't age. I gave up on finding them. I gave up on finding the other half of my soul. I gave up… period. Until the day I felt Aurora. My one.

I've been told all my life that love is a weakness in our world. That couldn't be further from the truth, but that's only half of what I need to finish the job. Power—it's the only thing some people understand besides money. I'm not worried; power is one thing I'm not lacking in this fight. That's what comes with being the sole heir to two criminal empires and making friends in all the right places. Now that all the pieces are set, it's finally time to shake things up in this criminal world and bring an end to the era of the Five Families.

Once upon a time, there lived a witch. A powerful, brilliant, dope-as-heck one whose magicks inspired fear and envy. Like all classic fairy tales, her story had the usual goodies. Destiny. Missing souls. Unfathomable evil. The precarious fate of the entire universe. Blah, blah, blah. But let's get back to that witch with the awesome hair…

After getting hit with betrayal, lies, and loss, I've bloodied my hands and crowned myself the queen of the Caprioni family. I may sit on the throne, but it doesn't mean matters within the family have gotten better. The writing is on the wall, and I'm damn tired of being the mouse in this game the founding families are playing. Allies are appearing to help expose the truth of what's really going on behind the scenes, exposing those who thought they could hide from me.

He will do anything to keep her… even kill. I came to Dublin to fix my relationship with my brother. I didn't mean to become obsessed with the tattooed goddess with haunted eyes—his best friend. One lie turned into another. Stalking her turned into taking her. Now, I'll do anything to keep...

Rian Merrick is a wildly talented tattoo artist, the unhinged "rockstar" professor on campus. Everyone's obsession. Now, I'm his. He doesn't care that I'm his student. He won't stop til I belong to him and he's ruined me.

I'm a trained assassin. Enlisted by the Fae Corps and instructed to kill, there is no place in my life for a fated mate. Then Gia crashes into my life. Flashing eyes, luscious lips that beg to be kissed. One whiff of her sugary scent, and I know she is mine. But she's human, and no way can she withstand the mating practices of the Fae.

Collect the girl. Speak some vows. Inherit the fortune. Nowhere in the requirements did it say anything about falling in love. Melinda thinks she’s just coming to grandma’s for dinner, but she’s wrong. She’s wrong about a lot of things. None of which is my business. The only business I have is to settle the open accounts on my uncle’s books, so I can collect my inheritance and move on with my life. Collecting Melinda in order to cross off her grandfather’s debt wasn’t hard, but she’s not exactly marching gracefully up to the auction block for me.

The moment I looked into his eyes, I knew I was in trouble. The second I heard his name, I knew I should stay away. Our fathers were mortal enemies - Chicago crime bosses from rival families. But that didn’t stop Leo Conti from pursuing me. Being together was dangerous, reckless, and totally hot. He wanted me. I wanted him. What could possibly go wrong?

Think on your sins. Shepherd does it every damn day. He pays his penance in service to his MC - keeping their secrets, guarding their gates, shouldering their burdens. But his own secrets threaten to bury him. Secrets bigger than forbidden temptations. Secrets older than his loyalty to the club. Secrets deeper than the grave he'll take them to. And there's only one thing - one person - that he'd sacrifice it all for.

If you would've asked Raven four years ago if she was in love with Linc, she would've answered, "Yes!" in a heartbeat. Now three and a half years later, the thought of Linc instills nothing but anger and hurt - Linc broke her heart into a million pieces, and ever since she's been trying to piece her heart back together. When Linc was given the opportunity of a lifetime that meant he was one step closer to being in the PGA, he knew what he had to do - walk away from Raven and sacrifice his happiness for his dreams.

Semyon Kopolov. Gorgeous and formidable. My childhood crush and brother’s best friend. They call him the Ice King—cold, ruthless, unforgiving. He’s the reason my mother’s dead. Now he’s my husband. Once he was my protector. The boy who carried me when I fell and swore to shield me from monsters. Until he became one.

When I let myself into Matteo Volante's house uninvited, the fact that I've known him since I was a little girl didn't keep him from pinning me over his desk, wrenching my panties down, and spanking my bare ass bright red... and it didn't keep me from being soaking wet for him either. But he's not my childhood best friend anymore.