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I was taken hostage by the Bratva. I was never supposed to matter to him. Dominik Morozov doesn't let go of what he claims. And now I belong to him. My brother stole two million dollars from the Bratva and vanished. I'm the collateral he left behind. Dominik is the Bratva's cold, lethal...

Dallas detective wins the lottery—but his heart still belongs to the girl next door. Dallas homicide detective Gunner Kingston enjoys his job and thinks he's all set until a gifted lottery ticket turns out to be a winner. Determined to keep his winnings under wraps, he plans to escape the...

The day I rode to the Rift with my brother the king, I never expected him to deliver me into the hands of our enemies. Desperate to stop the Deepnight from covering his kingdom in shadow, he's pledged me as a blood slave to King Laurent, ruler of the vampire kingdom of Nor Doru.

When Grayson Nash walks into the bar, he has no idea I'm little Ava Maxwell, the one he promised to look after when he moved to Vegas. After a sizzling, sheet-clutching first experience of my dreams, we exchange numbers and a plan to extend our undeniable connection into something more. I promise myself I'll tell him the truth about who I am… eventually. He finds out before I tell him, and he wants nothing to do with me. But when my ex won't take the hint, Grayson swoops in pretending to be my new boyfriend.

Don't tempt a dragon unless you're willing to pay the price. Powerful, merciless creatures, they revel in their dominance over us mortals. I've heard whispers that Fuoco, leader of the Fire Syndicate's dragon clan, is the most brutal of them all. Arrogant and ruthless, he has no qualms about reducing lawbreakers to ashes. I never wanted to break the law, but when my father grew ill, I risked everything by sneaking into Lord Fuoco's enchanted apple orchard. The last thing I expected was to come face to face with the dragon lord himself.

Wendall Galen never expected to wake up reanimated as a zombie. Then again, he never expected to be murdered either. Wendall's second life is far better than his past human life. Unfortunately, the diluted bit of fairy DNA he didn't know existed interferes with his reanimation. With his body deteriorating, Wendall's second life is destined to be a short one. Queen Silvidia might have discovered Wendall's living life too late, but she won't let the last remaining descendant of her beloved, deceased brother perish.

My marriage wasn't perfect, but my husband's unexpected death yanked away my sense of security and left me floundering. Enter Jameson Flynn, former NHL star and my late husband's sports agent, who's back in my life as the executor of the will. Things between us are as contentious as when we...

A guy in a skirt wouldn't turn a straight guy on, right? I spent the last decade performing next to him. I've never looked at him as more—until I walked in on him in a skirt. He's as broken as I am. We survived our childhood together. And when he's finally trying to embrace the parts his father tried to beat out of him, I can't handle it. He's taunting me with smeared eyeliner and a filthy smile, singing to a sold-out crowd, and it's getting too hot under these stage lights. I can't look him in the eyes. I can't be with him—not like that—but I can't stop thinking about him.

Lately, something powerful brews inside me—an aching restlessness to explore the dark depths beyond my cave. Then I meet Ari, a beguiling merman who tempts me past the edges of my territory. He introduces me to the glittering world of the Sea Syndicate and its ruler, King Triton. The sea is a far more dangerous place than I realized, and together, the males rule it with a heavy hand. What's more, they want to rule me, too. Each dominant in their own way, they teach me all about my body—and theirs—introducing me to unfathomable pleasure and sinful obedience.

Rhett Davis, a dedicated Secret Service agent, has always aspired to protect the president of the United States. Destiny has a wicked sense of humor. Instead of guarding the commander-in-chief, he's assigned to the president's magnetic son, Fallon. Fallon Donnelley is a law student determined to...

Everything changes when I meet the captivating gargoyle. He offers to fix my broken magic, and his smoldering touch and commanding presence make me feel alive for the first time in years. But Gothel's help comes with a cost. He demands my complete surrender. And when I discover just how good it feels to give in, it's a price I'm willing to pay. Our dangerous game of seduction and submission leaves me yearning for more. Even as I give myself to him, I know the bliss is short-lived. I'll learn from Gothel, and then I'll steal from him.

Three days. One fake marriage. And chemistry that doesn't feel pretend at all. Have you ever been kissed so hard that your brain short-circuited? Yeah… me too. That's probably how I ended up at my friend's wedding with a fake husband in tow. Here's the story: I ducked into a cute little town...

When my grandmother, the leader of the Rathmore Coven, summons me, I have no choice but to answer her call. To reach her, I must cross the Wood, the realm of Wotan, lord of the hunt. Rumors of his cruelty and brutality precede him, but nothing prepares me to meet the monster face to face. Because Wotan is more than a monster. He's a predator, a bully, and now he's claimed me as his pawn in his war against my grandmother. A master of torture, he's determined to master me, stripping me bare of all my secrets.

Peaches is a nature pixie. Fully bonded to his orchard, he can only leave his land for a finite time. Plants, soil, daylight, and every living thing Mother Nature has on tap flow like liquid sunshine through Peaches' lively veins. Lucroy Moony was born into his vampiric second life over six hundred years ago. Death and darkness fill Lucroy's body with borrowed blood. Pixies and vampires couldn't be more different, and yet, Lucroy and Peaches find themselves drawn together time and again. But vampire myth cautions that pixie blood is deadly, and Lucroy's willing to put that tale to the test. 

After a devastating loss, Hayden Foster guards his heart with unwavering determination. A part-time professor and photojournalist, Hayden immerses himself in work, finding it easier to face the world from behind his camera lens. When his one-night fling walks into his classroom four days later...

War is waging between the Black Bloods and the Paragon Dawn. The time has come for the other kingdoms to pick a side. Except there's one thing that will get in the way of pledging their unwavering allegiance: Every king wants Princess Devereux's heart on a platter—or worse, a ring on her finger. Her plan is simple: she must find the witch who cursed her and stay hidden in plain sight. Only one of those two things has been doable. Running from her crown was easy. Dabbling in black-market trade has its benefits. Getting rid of the curse, however, seems to be a fallacy.

She couldn't have known the danger she faced when she dared to steal from me. She was too young for a man my age, barely in her twenties. Far too pure and untouched. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't going to stop me. The moment I laid eyes on her, I claimed her. Determined to make her mine… by any means necessary. I owned Chicago's most elite gambling club, a front for my role as a Russian Mafia crime boss. She was a fragile little bird who had just flown straight into my open jaws. Naïve and sweet, she was a temptation I couldn't resist biting.

Iris Black There are moments in music when the crowd becomes part of the song, and we all lose ourselves to the energy. I wanted to drown myself in the music. It became my escape and my savior. I thought success was what I wanted, but it only intensified my misery. Fame is a monster, and it ate...

Marcus was never a hero... and he never wanted to be. He never wanted a lot of things. He didn't want to go to school for a pointless degree. He didn't want to be an office drone, working nine-to-five to barely make ends meet. Most importantly, he didn't want to play by other people's rules. He wanted to do things his way and live life on his terms. Some people might have called him a criminal, but he called it freedom. Too bad it got him killed. When everything changed, death didn't take like it used to.

Caspian Locke I don't think we even begin to understand love until we've lost the one we thought we'd spend the rest of our life with. I don't think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it's most likely our fault. And I don't think we begin to understand life until we...