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John Taylor is the name. I work the Nightside. Only in that dark heart of London where it's always three A.M., where human and inhuman can feed their darkest desires, do I feel at home. Probably because I was born there. What I do is find things - people, objects - and in this case, the truth about the origins of the Nightside. That's what Lady Luck has hired me to investigate. But the more I dig, the more I discover, not about the Nightside but about the great question in my life: exactly who - and what - was my long-vanished mother.

I'm John Taylor. I was born in the Nightside, that square mile in the hidden center of London where it is always the hour of the wolf, where gods and monsters walk side by side, and where every dark question ever asked can be answered—for a price. I left for a while, but I did come back, to make my living doing what I do better than anyone else: finding things—lost or stolen, real or imaginary. Recently, I found the most dangerous thing of all: the true identity of my long-gone mother. Turns out she's a being who's been around since before the dawn of history.

For the last few months, I've been content just watching her from afar, but one rainy night changes everything. Saving her from being roadkill wasn't something I thought about for more than a passing heartbeat. The girl I love wasn't going to die on my watch.

Punk protagonist, legendary drinker, Irish musical icon. The complete and extraordinary journey of the Pogues' notorious front man from outcast to national treasure has never been told - until now.

Karly Winters has waited 10 long years to have the man of her dreams, the handsome but duplicitous Jacob Cruthers. From her home in Glasgow, she pines for the Londoner who casually keeps her dangling, never with a thought of giving her what she wants and never with any intention of leaving his wife. For her part, Karly has no intentions of being second best any longer and she hatches an artful plan of devious intent that she is certain will work in her favor.

Ex-detective Ray Flowers thinks that all he has to worry about is his overgrown honeysuckle until an unexpected phone call shatters his complacence. The drug supplier known as Angel Eyes is back on the streets. They called him Angel Eyes, after the insignia he left behind at every crime scene. A pair of innocent blue eyes on a shred of paper. Angel Eyes vanished without a trace. But the lives he destroyed are still in ruins.

It started with a gang of drifters, dreamers, and dropouts. Together, they were the Eyes of God. Eleven years ago, this cult wreaked havoc on Ray Flowers' hometown. Flowers put their leader, a cold-blooded killer named Harrison Lee, behind bars. Without him, the Eyes chose mass suicide. Five-year-old Katie Fellows was trapped in their commune and would have died too-were it not for a mysterious young boy. Who was he? And why did he save her? Years later, teenaged Katie still sees him in her dreams. Her instincts tell her she needs him more than ever.

Total control. I need it in every aspect of my life. Some would say that makes me an asshole. A freak. But as long as everything's exactly how I want it, I'm completely flexible. I'm kidding. Okay, I'm not kidding. Lacey needs someone in her life who's bigger and scarier than her demons, and she wants that man to be me. Her boss. The Viking in a suit. I hope she understands what she's getting into. This daddy isn't going to pat her on the head and tell her she's a good girl for nothing. Especially not when she's spinning out of control.

Stallionaire McAllister is cursed, emotionally complex, and incredible at making herbal tea. Clara didn’t come to Misty Mare Bay looking for love, but fate had other plans. As Clara gets swept up in a hay-scented whirlwind of romance, spoken word poetry, and lingering magical baggage, she’s forced to ask herself: Can true love break a curse—or just saddle you with new emotional damage?

Lewis, one of the town's few artificers, was recently working on a routine job at Sunhampton School when he stumbled upon old enchantments in the basement. Enchantments that confound even an adept-ranked artificer like him, and will need some creative thought and clever use of skills to break. But that isn't all. It is commonly said that an artificer's work is never done, and Lewis finds himself with more enchantment and disenchantment riddles than he can keep up with. The question is, with the next ranking in his artificery class within reach, how quickly can he solve them?

I'm probably the galaxy's worst bounty hunter, but I swear on my life, my tech told me the unconscious male I found was my mark.Now I have a very, very angry Gryn gladiator in my hold who shouldn't be there and I don't know what to do with him. Once he's calmed to a mere simmer, Klynn demonstrates his ability to escape from any where he pleases and I have no option but to strike a deal if I don't want to wake up with a Gryn attempting to eat me alive.

Starting that online game was my attempt to find happiness. Something to fill my life other than the demands of Heaven and the rest of my unit. I didn’t expect to find Sam. Even with screens between us, Sam makes me feel more alive than I have in millennia. I find myself counting down the minutes until I can go online and be with him.

Greyson hides many things from the Unseelie Court when they invade his estate each autumn for the Wild Hunt. During his required appearance as host, he is surprised to find a human among the glittering fae. She can see him even when he is using his stealth magic, which means only one thing—they are soul mates. Can he protect her amidst the swirl of fae politics and a plot against her life?

When my best friend goes on a date with a mutual acquaintance, I'm supposed to be happy for him, not so angry I want to start screaming. Devon and I have been close ever since we were children, but I’ve never been possessive of him. Until now. Seeing him with another man makes me want him in ways I’d never imagined wanting anyone before, and now all I can think about is having him in my arms. My jealousy is starting to get the better of me, both on and off the rugby pitch, and I can't stop losing control. And Devon has noticed.

Hate sex with the maid of honor at my best friend's royal wedding . . . I blame the vodka. Or maybe it was seeing how damn good she looked in that dress. The way it hugged every curve and accentuated her best assets. I definitely won't admit it might be because seeing the prince find his own princess means I'm going to be alone. Something that has terrified me since being orphaned. Grandmother is the only family I have left in this world. And losing myself in the woman who drives me absolutely mad was an easy escape from that reality.

The two blue lines weren't the last things I saw on Earth, but they may as well have been. Knocked up and abducted, I know how lucky I am to have landed a job with a horned alien arms-dealer where my accountancy skills come in surprisingly useful. However, I can't imagine my new employer is going to want to keep me on with a baby in tow. And when the massive, ridiculously handsome, winged gladiator growls MINE...I know I'm done for.

When a young woman’s body is found at a cave entrance by the pretty fishing village of Robin Hood’s Bay, DCI Tom Raven is called to investigate. A trail of footprints leads from the body on the shore to the nearby youth hostel. But the killer’s identity is far from clear as the picturesque façade of Robin Hood’s Bay conceals more than it reveals.

I'm very professional, but I'm not superhuman. I can't resist a broody man in a suit, and the new principal wears his well. He's so put together and sophisticated—a far cry from the duds I've been out with lately. On top of that, his smooth British accent gives me the feels. I didn't think men like Oliver Westbrook existed in real life. I just wish I would've made a better impression at our first faculty meeting. In fact, I wish every encounter with him didn't end with me nervously sweating through my blouses. If only I could stop putting my foot in my mouth.

Three is the magic number. I gave them my heart, and they gave me theirs. But the downside of living my best life is that I have everything to lose. And sometimes it's not the obvious thing that rips it all away. It's fate. It's chance. It's the worst luck in the world for the soul who least deserves it, leaving me drowning in the one cruelty I can't take. The one storm I can't weather. I'm not a religious man. Not even close. But I'm praying right now. For her. For him. For me.

Making the cake for my ex-fake boyfriend turned best friend’s wedding the week before Christmas was easy. Carting it halfway across England in the snow was not. Especially not when a blown-out back tyre leads to me coming face to face with my long term crush for the first time in five years. I’ve known André since his days of boyband superstardom, but since I was supposed to be dating one of his bandmates, I was never able to act on my feelings. But now we’re both single and stuck in a hotel for the weekend with our interfering friends who seem determined to push us together.