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My five boyfriends - yes, five - are being much too patient with me. That's pissing a few people off. It seems that when living with a pack of wolves, there are certain expectations for the alpha's mate...and I suck at this. A few months ago, I had no idea shifters even existed! I just wanted a safe home, and this is it, although it's not at all what I imagined. When an ex-girlfriend decides to make my life a living hell, pack rules say that if I want to keep my place, I need to win my own fights. That's not easy when she's young, fit, beautiful, and a wolf. And I'm not.

Verena was the lost princess of Marmoris, the very thing we had spent our entire lives looking for, and I had let her go. The lingering taste of her mixed with the deep ache in my chest over her betrayal haunted my days and nights. I knew she was hiding something, but her secrets were far more treacherous than I could have imagined. Though I wished my own betrayal hadn't been so bitter on my tongue. Now, my dreams are haunted by the way her deep blue eyes looked up at me in shock when I revealed I knew her truth.

Ambrose King is everything I hate–ruthless, smug, and far too good at getting under my skin. He's my biggest business rival with a knack for stealing my clients. When my date doesn't show up at the couples retreat we're both at, the asshole convinces me to fake a relationship in order to secure the deal of a lifetime. I don't like him. I definitely don't trust him. And I absolutely shouldn't enjoy it when he wraps a hand around my throat, tells me to kneel, and calls me sweetheart. But I do. God help me–I do.

The attraction was undeniable. Our chemistry was scorching hot. But he wasn’t my husband. My once treasured marriage was now flawed and imperfect. By the time the guilt set in, it was too late. Reality was trying to keep me from my obsession. My husband was that reality. My obsession was West, but he was forbidden. Taken. Married. We were swingers. It was the perfect arrangement. Until I fell in love … With West.

Fleeing my father's cruelty, the wicked king who robbed me of a future, I face death in the streets, caught between a rebellion and a tyrant's reign. Captured by those sworn to kill me, the rebels remain blind to my true identity—the missing daughter of the despised king. Faced with an impossible choice, I stand before them: join the rebels or face their blades. Yet, Dacre, the son of the ruthless rebellion commander, becomes torn between suspicion and a desire that mirrors my own. He allows no one to touch me, tries to protect me, yet threatens me at every turn.

The weight of the legacy I carry is a constant tug in my mind, with the ghosts of the generations before me always whispering for me to push harder, train longer, be better. In the eight seconds I have to ride, everything else falls away, and my sole focus is on doing what I do best. I am Shooter Graham, consecutive three-time world champion bronc rider. No one has ever come close to taking the title since I've had it… until him. Sterling Addams. The new cowboy in town with dark hair, eyes like honey, and a taste for me he likes to pretend he doesn't have.

It’s senior-year spring break, and Noelle Meyer and Evan Sinclair have been kidnapped. Neither knows why they were chosen, only that they share a tragic past: Evan’s father got away with killing Noelle’s mother, effectively ruining her family when the death was ruled an accident. Despite the connection that should have made them enemies, the teens instead unite to face their other common denominator—their abductors. Noelle and Evan survive one sadistic circumstance after another, eventually making a harrowing escape. But every happy ending comes at a price…

My family betrayed me. Tossed me out onto the street at seventeen. But with a reputation to keep, my parents decided they would rather see their daughter homeless than have my teenage pregnancy taint the perfect facade they'd created. I swore I'd never again let another person close enough to hurt my little girl or me. Yet, every wall I built, he smashed straight through. Hawk wasn't just the VP of The Exiled Eight MC in Detroit. He was alluring. He was possessive. And the scars that decorated his skin told the story of a dark past.

There's rich. Then there's the Ellsworth family. The Kensingtons. American royalty. Money buys power, and power always has a price. The fear of those who already possess both? Losing it. The best way to ensure keeping it? Alliances. And elites don't marry down—they marry equal. For Scarlett Ellsworth and Crew Kensington, that leaves one option: each other. Accepting that inevitability is very different from embracing it. That's the only thing they agree upon. It was meant to be a union for better and for business.

I was born a monster. Seven feet tall with fists the size of balloons and an even bigger… boot size. I’m a demon in the ring and a devil between the sheets. But even I’m no match for her. The demoness with the bright emerald eyes and hair the color of snow. She’s everything I’ve run from my whole sorry life, and the only thing I’m afraid of. So why the hell do I find myself on her doorstep time and time again? I’m not a good man. She should run as far as possible from me.

One tragic night took the only good thing in my life from me and set me on a new path. A path that eventually led me here, to the Kings of Mayhem Motorcycle Club in Tennessee. They call me Doc because that is what I am, even if the law says I can’t be. I’m inked head to toe, ride a Harley, and wear a cut, but my love for medicine is the blood in my veins. I don’t need liquor, and I don’t need women. By choice, I haven't touched a woman in years. Guilt has shaped me into a lonely figure. Love is a fable, and touch makes me uncomfortable.

Life as I knew it ended with a bullet. It stole my brother from me and destroyed my family. From the ashes, I rose stronger and meaner, to exact the kind of revenge best served bloody and cold. I took out every single person I held responsible. Except one. He’s a phantom but his days are numbered. I won’t stop until I’m done. Then she shows up—the forbidden fruit, a light to my darkness. I should resist her because what I touch, I destroy. My feisty wildflower deserves more: more than this, more than me.

About last night.... I could blame the bourbon. I could say I let things get out of hand, that I should have never called you, but I'm done lying to myself - to you. I know what you're going to say. You're not very good at keeping your opinions to yourself, but this can't happen. It's inappropriate, at best. I'm your boss. Not to mention, you're clearly still hung up on him. I'm not a consolation prize. 

Thea Landry has always known her place in modern-day society. It's somewhere just above the trash can her mother dumped her in as a newborn, but below the class where much comes easy. With her tattered shoes and bargain-bin clothes, her life has never been full of glamour. So when a rich and charismatic man takes interest, she doesn't fool herself into thinking their encounter is anything more than a one-night stand. Months later, she's kicking herself for not getting his phone number. Or his last name. She's given up hope of seeing him ever again.  

To keep my empire, I'm going to marry a man whose family my family tried to destroy. A terrifying and magnetically gorgeous man with brutal blue eyes. A man whose very presence sucks the air from my lungs. A man with no past, shrouded in scars, pain, and darkness. But this isn't about me. This is about securing a future for my sister. Even if that means binding myself to a man who hates me. Except "until death do us part" is going to come quicker than anyone knows. You see, this story has an expiration date. I have an expiration date.

My half sister died at the hands of a friend, and I vowed to make him pay. In the midst of a brewing war between two rival families, the mysterious and friendly Grey Westbrook sweeps me off my feet when I need it the most. However, my childhood friend Levi Torres—now an obsessive, vicious boy—has made it his mission to erase him from my life.

Lennon Matthews has been looking forward to the end of senior year since the first day of high school. She's sick of the stares and whispers that follow her around, of balancing staying at the top of her class with all her other responsibilities. And she's especially over interacting with Caleb...

Skylar Crosby knows betrayal. She knows that deep stab when those closest to you deceive your fragile trust. And she knows what it's like when your secrets cost you everything - including the love of your life. Now kidnapped, scared, and alone, Skylar has no reason to believe in her rescue. Not when she can still see Brandon's face as she smashed his heart to pieces. Even if Skylar can get out of her physical prison, can she escape the cage created by her guilt?

Oliver Bateman is a jerk. It's been a decade since I've seen him last, and while time has been generous with his outrageously good looks, it wasn't kind to his attitude. He was born grumpy, so I don't know why I expected our first meeting as adults to go any differently. The only thing worse than him not recognizing me is being stuck as his neighbor for the foreseeable future. We don't get along, and even my daughter's infatuation with him can't keep my temper from flaring when he purposefully pushes all my buttons just to get a rise out of me.

Two houses, both alike in indignity. In violence, bloodshed, and tragedy. But this rose by any other name would still be mine. Death couldn't take her from me. Her running away won't either. I pulled her from her darkness and wrapped her in mine. Now, I'll turn the world to ash to find her. My sweetest torment and cruelest obsession. My tale of woe. A shattered Juliet for the anti-Romeo.