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I am a thing of horror. A failed experiment, stitched from mismatched parts. I carved out our place in the wastelands of Alia Terra, yet even my own kind, perfected by my work, avoids me. Hideous and alone. Years ago, consumed by this loneliness, I sent my blood to a Marriage Temple, and to my surprise, I was matched to a maiden. What happened when she saw me sent me into a spiral of despair and grim thoughts. I vanished behind my mansion's gates, forever. But forever is a long time to be lonely. If this is my fate, then I'll reject my immortality and be done with it. Or I can try once more…

Bryony Devaliant was born to die – again and again. In Vartena, royal blood is the currency of peace, with every monarch sacrificed and resurrected to appease the gods. But when rebellion stirs, the god-king sends his deadliest weapon to restore order – an immortal assassin known only as the Wolf. Evander has perfected the art of killing over centuries – until his latest target becomes the one person he cannot destroy. When forbidden desire burns between the assassin and the sacrificial princess, their connection threatens the fragile boundary between gods and mortals.

I came through the stones to the orc's world to help when 'twas time for my sister to give birth. Vartok is charming and flirtatious with everyone else… but with me, he's demanding, rude, and teasing. When my sister jokes yet again about the pleasure found between a male and female—pleasure I have never experienced—I have one too many ales and decide to do something about it. After all, Vartok is known far and wide as the most experienced at pleasure. But I don't expect the bargain he makes…a bargain I cannot object to when I learn exactly what it will mean for me!

Ana was the girl with the sharp tongue and sharper instincts, always five steps ahead of the world-and ten steps away from letting anyone close. Byron was the golden boy with a rugby ball in one hand and mischief in the other, wearing charm like armour and hiding feelings he never knew how to name. They grew up together, sparring through childhood and skating past something deeper. But something happened that cracked their bond and set them on paths that veered too far apart. Now, Ana is an investigative journalist with secrets buried so deep that not even her closest friends know the truth.

When Bernadette Crenshaw used questionable means to look into her best friend's new vacation fling, she never thought it would disrupt the dealings of the world's most eligible billionaire bachelor. Frank N Stein has more than a few skeletons in his closet and swore off mingling with humans long ago. But when one hacks his company, resulting in the release of a toxic formula that turns humans to ghouls, he has no choice but to force her to cooperate. When literal sparks and pettiness fly, who will be the one left standing?

I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple—remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors. Then she took the stage. Now, we're locked in a battle of wills, and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her—or falling apart. The more I push, the more she pulls.

Hate might not be the right emotion for what Dahlia stirs in me. But I can’t have her, so telling myself I don’t want her is the only option. Especially since my dog won’t leave her alone. While I’ve been doing my best to avoid the woman I crave, my pup has taken on the role of her protector. He follows her every chance he gets. That’s probably for the best because there’s a serial killer on the loose and he’s got his sights set on her. At least, that’s what the ghosts keep saying. With her beast out of commission it’s up to the rest of us to keep her safe.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

When Whitley Whitt becomes the chef at Castle Tepesh, she wants nothing more than to get the funds to buy back her grandmother's bakery and return to living her best life, reading romance and baking cupcakes. But the castle gets creepier day by day, and she thinks Connor O'Doyle is the biggest bosshole to ever live.

What could possibly be the most infuriating thing to a vampire disgusted by the internet? A twenty-six-year-old social media influencer who just ran out on her cheating ex-fiancé and insists on staying in Vlad's quiet castle. But he needs money to repair his ancestral home, and Aubrey needs a place to lick her wounds after getting her heart broken. He is ready to have humans invading his space. He is not, however, ready for her.

One heroic act damned me for eternity. With a name like Tor, I should have been a hero, just like my father and twin. Turns out I’m not. Not even close. Instead I’m the very thing we hunted. A depraved monster. I thought there was no escaping the curse. No hope for a future. And then I met my mate in the unlikeliest of places: Blackwood Asylum. A place for criminals. Power-hungry madmen. Supernatural outcasts. And her, the curvaceous writer who sees ghosts.

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

With weather magic on her side, Vice is the bane of the high seas, but she isn't the captain of her own ship. Yet. If she can prove herself and get a command, she'll be in charge of her own fate at last. To pay off his family's debts, Knigh Blackwood hunts pirates for the Royal Navy. When the bounty on Lady Vice grows, he's determined to make her face justice, even if that means beating her at her own game. Forced to work closely, neither can deny the tension that crackles every time they're together.

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.

My father always told me I was too impetuous, but when I see a chance to escape my horrible life—being forced to work on my back for the tavern-keeper who owns my brother's debt—I take it. And some valuables on the way out. Is it any wonder I'm chased into the snowstorm… and right into the single arm of a seven-foot-tall, wounded, and grumpy recluse?

Best intentions can go suck it. I walked into a dark alley with the best of intentions, and look where that got me. Drugged, kidnapped, and thrown into a world I didn't even know existed. Now I'm being held captive by a hot as sin vampire, whilst trying not to be killed by his wife, and, oh yeah, he's the leader of the Russian Mob and I'm suddenly a target. Go me. Safe to say, I'm not sure I'll do anything for anyone ever again.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

Paige isn't looking forward to spending her summer trying to wrangle kids who can turn into animals. But no matter her own feelings, family comes first. This job is the only way she can afford to send her little brother Archie back to camp this year—and now, more than ever, he has to get better control of his bear. All she has to do is keep her head down, work hard, and make sure Archie doesn't get distracted from his shifting lessons. There's just one problem, and it's six-foot-five and wearing a suit. The charismatic, confident, devastatingly attractive camp manager…