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Hanna Harp’s incendiary debut paranormal dark romance, perfect for fans of Sadie Kincaid’s Forged in Blood and Keri Lake’s Anathema, follows Cade, a devoted hunter fighting to shield his sister Callisto from a haunting generational curse, but when a mysterious spirit begins to break down...

Most people have normal, boring jobs. Not me. I kill for a living. I'm a hitman for the Queensboro Mob, and I'm on a path of vengeance, vowing to destroy my rival, the leader of the Empire mafia and the most powerful man in New York City. But I find myself distracted by my beautiful neighbor. I hate her. I want her. I've become obsessed with her. I want to know everything about her. Then I want to make her mine.

My name is Tate Eckhart, and I love my life. I have a great job, a sick wardrobe, drive a fancy car, and sip scotch old enough to be my Daddy. I’m fine with being known as the bad guy, the troublemaker, and the unattached harlot out of all my friends. Hey, if the Burberry loafer fits, right? Money, control… lust, no strings attached. It’s how I’ve been living since that one night, back in college when I stepped over a line with one of my closest friends, only to discover the truth. Love is for suckers.

Tessalyn Ausra has been betrayed at every turn, but she’s also dealt betrayals of her own. With the consequences of her choices hanging over her, she’s done letting others define her purpose, but choosing that path could prove costly. Theon has sent her away, and Luka is wrestling with his own destiny, unsure if that still includes her. The rest of Tessa’s companions are wary now that everyone has tasted her vengeance and experienced her chaos. Maybe they should be. Maybe balance has always been an illusion.

An arranged marriage was always in Natalya Conte's future. Luca Moretti is charming and considerate. Handsome like the devil, he dotes on her and spoils her. But when two pink lines should have brought them unbridled joy, her husband ices her out. An arranged marriage gives Luca great power. To cement that power, he needs an heir. The quickest way to do it is to make Natalya fall madly in love with him. He will have her loyalty without risking his heart because love to him means weakness.

A Dark Past. Ronan wakes from a three-day coma to find his world in ruins. His best friend betrayed him, his mate bargained her life to King Desmond, and two-thirds of his House is dead—slain by his own hand. With no army, or allies, Ronan's only hope to rescue Vera lies with House Anu...

I run into Salvation on the sidewalk—literally. All six-foot-five dark, imposing inches of him. His scent makes me forget all the reasons I've sworn off Alphas and the rest of his pack smells just as sinful. They want to help me. Save me. Make me theirs. Fate may have brought us together, but the past has taught me that dreams are just illusions. My old pack will never let me go, and they're dangerous. So dangerous I should keep on running to keep these new, tempting men safe.

Of all the worlds and life they created, the gods favored their children the most. But with that favor came the fear that their Legacy would one day become too powerful and overthrow them. Devram was created. A realm hidden amongst the stars. The gods gave their Legacy the best of all the worlds, and then they left, a sworn agreement to never return and to never interfere.

Emory is the opposite of a good time. He's the grump that won't stop grumping, and our arguments escalate quicker than my heart rate after a roller coaster's fall. He knows I can see right through his broody gaze and big ideas. Repairing the coaster? More like overhauling his own company's reputation, regardless of whether it helps our local theme park. But when our firm handshakes start lingering too long, or when his muscled thighs rest against mine under the table, I'm thrown for a loop.

Alone and outnumbered, I'm held captive by my worst nightmares. My old pack thinks I'm worthless and weak, but I'm not the same Omega they once knew. They have no idea how hard I'll fight to get back to them—the six men who claimed my heart. My scent matches. My perfect pack. I'll go to any lengths, walk through any hell if it means getting to see them again. Now that I've had a taste of love, I'm not giving it up. I know my mates are coming for me, but if life has taught me anything, it's that sometimes, you have to claim your destiny for yourself.

After getting out of rehab, Bittern settles in at Ryder Ranch. Still recovering from a difficult past back home, he’s determined to build a new life for himself in Montana. Working on the ranch is the uncomplicated life he’s always wanted. Until he sets eyes on the ranch manager’s daughter...

Elise always knew she would run into her ex-husband again, eventually. What she didn't expect was that he would show up in the community she'd built for herself and reveal that the family she's been working for is the same family that disapproved of their marriage eight years ago and refused to meet her. Now he's back in town for his brother's wedding, the very same one she's catering.

My name is Violet, and I am crazy. Schizophrenic, to be exact. I see creatures no one else does. Even with medication, there's no escaping the insanity, so I lie and say I don't see them. Until one night, my hot-as-sin customer is one of these said creatures and tries to skip on the bill. Instead of being a hero for stopping a crime, I get fired. I should've kept my mouth shut because now my customer is stalking me. I should've called the cops, except he tells me the one thing I'm desperate to hear—you're not crazy.

My life is unraveling as Ansel brings my mother to the Unseelie Court, using her as a hostage to control me. The Unseelie King thinks he has a hold on me but is sorely mistaken when I go to extreme lengths to get my mother back and gain my freedom. Trouble is brewing in the Fae realm as I'm not the only one looking for a way out. Fae from both courts prepare to overthrow their leaders, but they need the help of the last dragon to accomplish their goals.

Used as a pawn in her father's war, Sabine spent her life captive to the King of Novear, her will commanded by a siphoning crystal. When she wakes up in the hands of her enemy, Sabine realizes her father committed the ultimate betrayal: a ritual bonding her magic to the Prince of the Solstice Kingdom. When the assassination fails, Keahi promises Sabine the one thing she will live for—revenge.

When a Gen Z content creator meets a brooding MMA coach, they are the hottest thing on the mat in this forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers sports romance for fans of Liz Tomforde and Elle Kennedy. Fake dating was not in the training plan… One year ago, Lily Parker escaped to Chicago, seeking...

Noah Ryan was my whole life. From start to end, it was always him. He taught me pain, patience, forgiveness, and the impact of the footprints I will leave in the sands of time. But most of all, he taught me what it meant to truly give my heart to another. It was short-lived and intense—a soul-shattering type of love—but it was mine, and I clung to it right until the end.

Grant Bergeron is Orleans University's playboy first baseman. He's charming, kind… and a tad arrogant. But underneath his party-guy demeanor, he's more than anyone sees. I needed a husband, and he strode in like prince charming, taking me up on the marriage pact from our past. One that I never imagined actually happening. Our I-dos were meant to be temporary, a walk-off wedding that benefited us both. But when he takes our vows more seriously than I expect, old feelings begin to resurface. Now we're sharing a too-small apartment, and he's everywhere.

As the failures of physicalism begin to shake the confidence of even the most biased of its supporters, a new view on the nature of reality is establishing itself as the only tenable alternative: Analytic Idealism. According to it, there is a world out there independent of our individual minds, but such world is—just like ourselves—also mental or experiential. While being a realist, naturalist, rationalist, and even reductionist view, Analytic Idealism flips our culture-bound intuitions on their head.

I was supposed to bring balance. That's what my name—Atlas—means. It feels more like being torn apart. Between good and evil, Nature and Chaos. Always running after or from something. Including a certain coyote shifter who wants to rip me limb from limb. I'd rather he shred my kilt and do other things to me. But alas, shouldering fate keeps getting in the way.