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I never asked for an assistant, and if I had, I sure as hell wouldn't have chosen her. With her sharp tongue and lack of discipline, what she needs is a firm hand, not a job. The more she tests my limits, the more tempted I am to bend her over my knee. As a Russian Mafia boss, I can't afford distractions... or secrets. I suspect my innocent new assistant is hiding something, and I know just how to get to the truth.

The board has been set. The players have been chosen. Vivaxia tried to make Camillia a pawn in our eternal game—when she’s wrong about her. She’s not meant to be a pawn. She’s our queen. The Hell Fae Realm is in dire need of one, especially when rogue Virtuous Fae magic strikes. Who is an enemy? Who is being controlled? The last thing I want to do is punish the innocent, but that’s all part of Vivaxia’s game. She wants to hurt me, and deeply. That means dismantling everything I’ve built, finding ways to make all of the kingdoms turn on me. Had she planned for every outcome, she might have won.

Broken by the horrors she experienced at the hand of their druidic leader, Brydie and those she loves escape to Faerie. There, shattered by grief and with her spirit fractured, she must begin the road to healing while still forging the path that fate demands of her. With the shadow of war a burgeoning storm cloud on the horizon, the need to secure allies is more pressing than ever. Everything rides on her ability to reforge long-dead alliances with the fae, dwarves, and selkies—even as the weight of a terrible secret threatens to shatter all hope for her future.

When I was twenty-one, I fell in love with Aaron Anderson. The hot Scot with cerulean eyes kissed me senseless under a starry Tennessee sky and made me believe in happily-ever-after. Until he returned to Edinburgh without me, spurring my heartache into music. Since Aaron, I've transformed from a Nashville songwriter into a country artist, catapulting my career into a nationwide sensation. But a dream career like mine has a dark side.

In return for siding with the enemy, Brydie is given the secret to unlocking the full power of her birthright. But no power comes without consequence, and she must learn to become the master, rather than the victim. Time is inevitably swallowed as Brydie grapples for the place she is owed. Her training is dogged by tales of horror, for not only has the leader of their Druidic clan fallen to the darkness, but he also holds an object of power that could plunge the world into a bone-chilling nightmare.

Following the shattering truth behind the identity of the fifth descendant, and with a myriad of threats looming, Brydie and the others must relocate to Ireland to renew ties with their Druidic cousins, the Fae. But . . . everything is not as it seems. Shocking secrets are revealed as Brydie negotiates not only an alliance, but also the complex relationship she has with her Guardian. As they seek to recover her best friend from the enemy, a horrifying double-cross has devastating consequences.

Ribbons are fascinating. They curl and twine, yet unravel so beautifully. Especially when wrapped around a woman’s sensual form. Alas, I’ve woven so many intricate knots around Camillia De la Croix that I worry she’ll never allow me the privilege of untying her. My pretty little captive is stubborn. Powerful. So delectably perfect. I’ve wanted her for many moons now. To taste her. Captivate her. Dress her in ribbons and devour her. But just as I’m about to make my move, to finally show her who I really am, she’s taken from my grasp to a place I thought long destroyed.

In an industry dominated by men, Sophia Rose, an elite tattooist, earned her reputation by owning Rose & Lace Ink Emporium, an all-female staffed studio. Her golden rule was simple. Never date a client. That no-strings-attached-attitude kept her evenings busy, and her heart stagnant. That is until the zaniest night of tattooing in her career befell....

For the members of Kings of Jupiter, the absence of their muse, Sophia Lozier, is as unsettling as a melody without a tune. With their lyrics and lives on pause, Mazen Wilde, Oliver Collins, and Cannon Rhodes vow to find their personal tattoo artist turned lover.

Haunted. Damaged. Wanted. His past is dangerous – too dangerous for her. She doesn't care. When ex-con Nathan comes to Shakedown looking for a second chance to start over, he never expects to fall for a flirty dancer. He will fight their attraction...but the reckless vixen is all in. She can’t help but fall for the wounded man. Nothing will stop her from getting what she wants. Not even a mob family. This story was slightly re-edited from the original version.

Shakedown owner, Declan Phillips, doesn’t work for women. They come to him. Throw themselves at him. Except her. No one understands his obsession with cold, angry Phoenix Rising. But how could they? How could they know what she did for him so long ago? He owes her and he won’t stop until every trace of the hurt and betrayal he sees in her eyes is gone. Phoenix won’t give in to Declan’s adoration. She made a pact long ago. Never to be separated from her sisters again. Never to be swallowed whole by another’s agenda.

Carragh has waited years for the perfect moment to overthrow his father. Take the crown, the throne and the fortune due him as the eldest son of the MacKenna empire. Then redheaded burlesque dancer Luna Belle sashayed into his view and refused to leave his dreams. Fine. He’ll take her, too. After all, a King needs his Queen. Luna Belle has plans. They do not involve an underworld life. They do not involve being a slave to an untenable, consuming passion for one Irish kingpin. She’s not about to let someone like him ruin her and her sister’s lives.

Everything North Campbell believes about her life is a lie. She doesn’t discover that until the night her father dies, and she learns he wasn’t her father. He kidnapped her as a baby from her birth parents, Jim and Carol Allis. They seem ecstatic to find her, but she quickly learns they, along with their powerful dragon-shifter ally Pytor Douglas, have nefarious plans for her.

When Leah Baker lost her sister, she was moved to help with the three young children left with widower Paul Manning. She and Paul are brought together in their shared grief. As Leah finds a place in the home, it starts to feel like family, even though it's supposed to be a temporary arrangement...

Rich Manning and Jamie Warren have always been friends—and nothing but friends. But that all changes when she asks him to father the child she so desperately wants. Rich agrees, with one condition: they get married. As they discover a new side to their relationship, they’re both surprised by...

Stretch out in the sun with two sweet stories of couples discovering that love has been right in front of them all along… Marriage of Inconvenience Rich Manning and Jamie Warren have always been friends—and nothing but friends. But that all changes when she asks him to father the child she...

One word could kill them all. That's what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young. Powers I never asked for. I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium? My voice. And so I don't talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She's the only reason I'm not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding. In the darkness. In silence. Under a shroud of loneliness with only the dead for company.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.