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Instant New York Times Bestseller! From the bestselling author of the Kingdom of Lies series comes a slow-burn romantasy set in a Roman-inspired world ruled by merciless vampires. Filled with breathtaking combat, vengeful gods, and magical creatures, We Who Will Die is the epic first installment...

When a mission goes south, Elijah Cobalt is forced to take medical leave. What could be better than relaxing in a small town and keeping an eye on his little sister at the same time? Nothing, until he gets his first look at his sister's boss. Elijah has always felt bulky and big around the smaller type of men he prefers and around Justin Bailey, it's the same damned thing.

I moved to LA for a fresh start, determined to prove myself as the head coach of the Huskies and straighten out their hothead captain, Jackson O'Reilly. But I did the worst thing imaginable—I fell in love with supermodel Aurora Embers. Jackson's ex. Oh yeah, and I got her pregnant. Just when I think we have it all figured out and the three of us are moving toward becoming one, it all blows apart.

Una Hartstone, Princess of Issos, learns the price the Wraith King demands to end the war once and for all—Her. In exchange for the safety of her people, she agrees to give her life—and her body—to her greatest enemy. Gollaya Verbane is determined to fulfill his destiny and his god's prophecy. When his seer points to the Princess of Issos as the key to the rise of the dark fae, he demands her submission. But when she finally yields, he realizes Una is much more to him than a priceless weapon.

Three hot couples. Six naughty gifts. One superyacht cruise. What could go oh so right?

I wasn't looking for a lover. I wasn't even looking for a friend. After my life imploded around me, I only wanted one thing: a fresh start for me and the baby I carried. That was before Ward 'Hollywood' Garrison stormed down a walkway and into my life. Cooking for me. Spending time with me. Giving me his dimpled grin and making me smile for the first time in far too long. Ward may have been charming, but he was no hero. A member of the Court of Mayhem motorcycle club, he had figurative blood on his hands—and very real blood on his shirt. He had secrets. Then again, so did I.

Flint Hopkins finds the perfect tenant to rent the space above his Minneapolis-based law office. All the t's are crossed and i's dotted on Ellen's application. Her references are good. And she's easy on the eyes. Until... Flint discovers Ellen Rodgers plays music. Bongos, guitars, singing - not Beethoven administered through noise-cancelling headphones. The cut-throat attorney serves up an eviction notice to the bubbly, constantly humming redhead who's too sexy for her own good. But luck is on Ellen's side when Flint's autistic son, Harrison, takes an instant liking to her.

He would do anything to protect her. For Hunter, guarding celebrities and moguls has always been easy, but watching over Zola could be the one job that ruins him. She's a different type of danger - the sort that could break his heart. Although they grew up together, in their adult years, they lost contact. Now, Zola is an up-and-coming runway model, and has a psychotic stalker who's been ransacking her apartment and sending threatening letters.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

I accidentally married three witch stalkers. They've escaped perpetual hell, courtesy of yours truly. They've also gone viral with their annoying thirst trap asses in leather. #theWitchwoodBoys Fine. The power of magic is worth the price.

The moment I laid eyes on Aurora, I knew she was mine… That didn't stop me from screwing up our relationship, though. Now she's single again and on the cover of Sports Illustrated for the entire world to see—and I'd do anything to get her back. Anything. No more drugs or alcohol. Leave my temper on the ice. When I bump into Aurora out of the blue, it feels like destiny. She's pregnant and alone, and I'm more than willing to be the man she needs.

From New York Times bestselling author J.T. Geissinger comes Ruthless Creatures, a scorchingly hot mafia romance about two people bound together by a debt that must be collected. No matter the cost. This program features multicast narration.

Your favorite dragon riders heat up in the scorching new book in the Emberquell Academy series. Flameborne: Fury is an unforgettable dragon romantasy book perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas and Rebecca Yarros. Their bond is forged in fire. But secrets burn hot. Bren never meant to give in. But...

I hate Christmas. Years and years of disappointment have taught me that Christmas is the worst. I don't like the music, the food, the decorations…anything. And Lincoln Daniels, my tattooed hockey god of a husband, thinks he's going to change that… I tell him it's not going to happen.

It’s not in my nature to beg, but I’ll stay on my knees until I feel that flame sputter out. And then … I’ll rip the world to shreds. I’ve tumbled into a darkness so deep it’s hard to see the light, my petals curling inward as I tip my face from the sun. Hide from my monstrous actions. Traitor. Murderer. High Mistress. My mistakes hunt me down, and I’m pulled into a political tug-of-war, balancing Ocruth’s welfare on the edge of a bloody blade. The moon is swelling, the weight on my shoulders is compacting, and my unfailing curiosity keeps weaving its roots in the wrong direction.

As an undercover DEA agent, I always thought things through. I didn't take chances, because I knew one misstep could have disastrous consequences. Until I met her. The little sister of my next target. Lola was a feisty young woman trying to claw her way out of a bad neighborhood. She was forbidden in every sense of the word, and not just because of the sixteen-year age gap. We were taught to expect the unexpected, but nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen. I fell hard. I fell fast. I free fell heart first. But there was a secret I was keeping.

Savage. Reckless. Wild. These are only some of the words used to describe me. I'm all of those things, and I never wished to be anything else in almost 500 years of existence. Then she came along. Aurora Leal, the daughter of the High Witch and destined for that role. She's practically royalty in the magical world, but most importantly, she's forbidden fruit.

After surviving childhood at the snooty, stuck-up boarding school for budding omegas, I have everyone convinced I'm a dud. My awakening? Never gonna happen. Heat, mates, and a fairytale pack life? Maybe next reincarnation. All I want is to be left alone. I'm invisible, and headed to a blissful solo future until the Wyvern Pack destroys my dream of independence. But Atlas, Hunter, Finn, Jett, and Orion are poison candy. They don't want an omega, but they need one, even if there will never be a real spot for me in their pack.

I’ve made two impulsive decisions in my life, and both have involved the notorious enforcer of the Disciples MC. First, I humiliated myself by spying on him. Second, I decided to throw caution to the wind and show up at probably the worst possible time. He’s dangerous, demanding, and able to consume me with just one look. He’s also on trial for murder, and no one in his club trusts me. You’d think I’d run. I mean, the cards are stacked against us. But I can’t escape my need, this all-consuming pull I have with him.