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Sable wasn't planning to return to the small town she grew up in, but now that she's back, the men she thought she left in her past all want a second chance. Colter was her first kiss, and the only alpha to ever reject her. Rhian, the small town omega prince charming that she could never call hers. And Taron, the bad boy alpha that showed her how to feel alive and vowed to be better, just for a chance to be hers. But that was six years ago. Surely they haven't waited for her all this time?

Getting locked in an escape room with three sexy Alphas as Lila goes into heat wasn't on her new single life to-do list, but who is she to tell the universe no? Lila was thinking more along the lines of solo adventures, and trying things she's never been brave enough to do before, not scent-marking the Alpha she crushed on in college in the bathroom of her ex's apartment as he helps her loosen up. She's an Omega that's sick of denying her instincts. They're Alphas that want an Omega to cherish.

I went to the Supernatural Resort for protection—and was immediately claimed by the shifter who owns the place. Because of what I am, everyone hates me. Humans and supernaturals alike. But the Resort needs magic like mine to protect it. So the owner makes me his. Which backfires, because now even more people want me dead, and we're going through an altered version of heat together.

I consent to be hunted. I consent to be stripped. I consent to be marked. I consent to be owned. These are the things I agree to when I sign up for the Hunt in the tunnels under Blackwell Falls. But none of that prepares me to be hunted by the three masked men known as the Blackwell Butchers. They’re huge. Inked. Deadly. And they’ve claimed me as their prey. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m in dire need of desperate measures — namely someone to take out the man responsible for my sister’s murder. Now all I have to do is avoid being caught by the Butchers.

I just got dumped…left at the altar! But instead of licking my wounds in the darkness of my apartment, I take the errant advice of my best friend and go on the honeymoon by myself. I mean, who does that? Apparently, me. I do that, even as the universe repeatedly shows me it's a bad idea. Things only get worse when the rental property I’m staying at floods in the middle of the night. What am I supposed to do? It’s Christmas Eve. There's no place else to stay, except at the landlord's place next door. That won’t be a problem, right? It's only for a week.

Free of her master’s manipulations, Astra’s ready to embrace her powers and learn about her origin—until her fae prince is caught in a dark magic prison. Her only hope is to unearth long lost secrets and use magic more powerful than she’s ever dreamed. With no guidance and no training, she needs to act fast if she hopes to save her kindred soul and her friends.

"The Permanence of Darkness" by Andoni Iapetus is a gripping psychological thriller that plunges into the depths of the human psyche, exploring the fragility of the mind and the enduring battle between light and shadow. Sarah Woods, haunted by memories of captivity and violence, clings to a delicate balance within the confines of a psychiatric hospital. Her reality blurs as the enigmatic Michael enters her life, a figure who challenges her to confront her past, unravel her fractured mind, and resist the darkness that threatens to consume her.

What if everything you knew was a lie? It's been a busy summer. Things are heating up in Allie's relationship with Simon and college is just on the horizon, but when school starts, so do all her problems. Just when she's ready to set off for college, a man from her past returns to stir up trouble, then students on campus start turning up dead. Worst of all, Simons has been keeping late hours at work. Is it trouble in paradise, or can he be trusted?

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

Viola, a proud resident of New Orleans, lives on the top floor of an old Victorian mansion on a very normal street. But normal is no longer a word she can use to describe her life since signing the official contract of Fairy Godmother Inc. They forgot to tell her that she would be competing against other women in a very dangerous game. A game where she would be thrust into an alien world for the mere hope of catching the dashing Prince's heart.

Buried six feet under, I gasp for air. My grave fills with dirt, every minute bringing me closer to my last. My only hope of surviving is the men fighting to find me. Fuelled by secret attraction and bitter jealousy, Hawk and Chaos hate each other more than ever. Their feud needs to end if they’re going to find me in time. Meanwhile, Grayson’s job drags him deeper into the world of psychopaths and murderers, the men in his life only increasing the danger in mine.

Peace between Valoren and Pyrithia was built on a knife’s edge, dependent on both sides remaining on their own side of the border. So when the most lethal warriors in all the realm fly in on the backs of their dragons unannounced, I’m prepared to defend my kingdom with my life. Despite my mistrust, I can’t help feeling drawn to the enigmatic, sexy-as-sin General of the Cathal. Silas can be summarized in three words: Dangerous. Deadly. Deceitful. So why can’t I fight this pull I feel towards him?

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.