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An uneasy calm has filled the neighborhood of North Seleth, as the survivors of the Holver Alley fire return to normal, honest lives. But Asti and Verci Rynax and the rest of the Holver Alley Crew know the peace won't last. Josie Holt, once an ally to the Rynaxes, is now working her own agenda with the mage circle that has moved into the neighborhood.

The neighborhood of North Seleth has suffered—and not just the Holver Alley Fire. Poverty and marginalization are forcing people out of the neighborhood, and violence on the streets is getting worse. Only the Rynax brothers—Asti and Verci—and their Holver Alley Crew are fighting for the common people. They've taken care of the people who actually burned down Holver Alley, but they're still looking for the moneyed interests behind the fire.

The Rynax brothers had gone legit after Asti Rynax's service in Druth Intelligence had shattered his nerves, and marriage and fatherhood convinced Verci Rynax to leave his life of thievery. They settled back in their old neighborhood in West Maradaine and bought themselves a shop, eager for a simple, honest life. Then the Holver Alley Fire incinerated their plans. With no home, no shop, and no honest income—and saddled with a looming debt—they fall back on their old skills and old friends.

I'd never told anyone. Not the judge, the jury, or the legal aid barrister who'd written me off before she'd ever met me. But as I drowned in Mateo's affection, in a love I'd done nothing to deserve, the words came tumbling out. Bad words. Dark words. Darker than sin. Darker, even, than Mateo's battered soul and the secrets I didn't know about yet. I thought those words would shatter me. Shatter us. But when the devil came for us, it wasn't mine.

I thought I knew suffering. I was wrong. I thought I knew what it meant to be in pain. I was wrong. I thought I knew what it meant to lose everything. I was wrong. I thought . . . I thought . . . I thought life got better after I finally got everything I dreamed of, yet here I am a broken man. With nothing to live for but revenge. He took everything from me. My friends, my wife, my child. Now, I shall show him what it means to go to war against a man who has lost everything and will die a thousand deaths to get it back.

He's watched her forever. She's wanted him since the beginning. But the universe isn't going to make this easy . . . Ryak is a strong, silent, drop dead gorgeous alien warrior, and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. But when he needs a fake mate, it means he's going to have to choose me...

James Corbin, Viscount Finchley, has two goals. First, guarantee his brother gets married. That path is made smoother now that George is finally engaged. Nothing will stand between George and the altar . . . not even George. Second, James must ensure that his best friend Burke does not get married . . . at least not to the living, breathing gorgon that is Lady Olivia Rutledge. Burke is fully on board with this plan. Together with their friend Renley, the gentlemen concoct an elaborate ruse designed to set Burke free from his matrimonial snare.

Myk is the rogue alien warrior's brooding weapons master. Fresh from his hell-like forge, he's the definition of an alien angel of death. He thinks he knows what will heal him. He wants a child. And he's chosen me to fulfil this desire. I can't deny that there's something about Myk that calls to my bruised heart. An alien bad boy who needs my help. But do I want to give him my body, when all I want to do is feed his soul? Can I enter into this arrangement without risking everything . . . again?

Meet Kyt, the rogue alien warrior version of a playboy. He's all devilish good looks and angelic alien badness. He lives for the party, until my nearly catastrophic error means he's put in charge of me. Playboy no longer, he's just become the boss from hell and he's in the perfect position to ensure I do his every bidding. If I don't please him, and we don't manage to break the sentient AI that controls all organic life on this planet, then we're both in a whole heap of trouble. 

Ten years ago Gabriel Mason betrayed me in the worst way. He made me question my instincts because I'd trusted him with a bone-deep certainty, and for that I will never forgive him. Seeing him again after all this time sparks memories I thought I'd buried so far down they'd never surface. He's as beautiful as I remember, but I'm older and wiser now, and I refuse to make the same mistakes again.

Alvis Bowman, the super genius who created AI humanoids and started WW3, is now free and after the only thing I care about. My family. He will stop at nothing to take away the woman I love and will destroy everything in his path to make sure that happens. With only a small crew of men to call my own, I must stand up to the very man who brought Earth to its knees. The very man who was only defeated because Earth rallied together. Now, I must do the same, with nothing but a single ship and my wits and courage.

He's a terrifying brute of a male that I can't help but fear. Ripped away from Earth and everything I know, I'm stuck in a lair of alien warriors, including him. The one that stares at me, threatens me. Hates me. Until he brings me his broken feather and asks me to mend him. What else can I do? Back home, I was a falconer, training and taming birds of prey. What are the chances I can tame this fearsome predator, before he decides I'm his next meal?

I destroyed organizations that controlled galaxies. I brought the World Government to its knees. I was the first man to outwit the greatest mind humanity has ever known. I fell in love with the fiercest female warrior who ever lived and came out alive with nothing but a smile. I escaped kidnap from the most ruthless crews in known space. I formed my own space crew who conquered a planet. I created a new race with nothing but a word and a kiss.

I only went out to the supermarket. Then I was abducted. By aliens. Freaking aliens! What the hell? So now I'm on another planet, at the mercy of one massive alien predator . . . And what an alien he is! Big muscles everywhere, handsome, winged, and with a burning desire to eat me. Whole. Jyr is the leader of a fearsome alien species known as the Gryn. Dark and dangerous, winged and clawed, these predators need females, and he believes he already owns me.

Across an empty laneway in Paris, through my hotel window, He saw me first. I stopped undressing . . . but only for a moment. The next night, he was waiting for me. He sat there in his expensive suit and watched. No participation. My only acknowledgement was the look of lust in his eyes. It...

London, 1679 - A year has passed since the attempt to murder King Charles II, but London is still a viper's nest of rumored Catholic conspiracies, and of plots against them in turn. When Harry Hunt—estranged from his mentor Robert Hooke—is summoned to the remote and windswept marshes of Norfolk, he is at first relieved to get away from the place. But in Norfolk, he finds that some Royal workers shoring up a riverbank have made a grim discovery—the skeleton of a dwarf. 

A French musket ball to the leg takes Captain Hugh Fanshawe from the battlefield and leaves him enduring long, quiet days compiling paperwork at Horse Guards headquarters. He knows his lameness makes him the object of pity and distaste at the stifling social engagements he dutifully escorts his mother and sister to, but everything in his orderly life changes when Colonel Theo Lindsay arrives.

Finding his boyfriend in a compromising position leaves Henry with a week off work and no holiday to go on. It's also how he finds himself on holiday alone a few weeks later, at an English holiday village in the countryside, surrounded by Christmas cheer and happy families. He's expecting a week of relaxing days and early nights, doing his own thing, and taking some time for himself. What he's not expecting is Dom. Seeing a lost-looking stranger triggers Dom's protective instincts, so he steps in to give him advice. Who knew that would mean they end up spending the whole week together?

Welcome to the Nightside. It's the secret heart of London, beating to its own rhythm, pumping lifeblood through the veins of its streets and alleys hidden in eternal darkness, where creatures of the night congregate, and where the sun is afraid to shine. Tales from the Nightside presents ten macabre mysteries that shine a dim beam into the neighborhood's darkest corners to reveal things that should never come to light. Take a walk with such deadly and dangerous denizens as Razor Eddie, Dead Boy, and Larry Oblivion as they encounter things far more inhuman and inhumane than them.

Monsters are real. When I was five years old, I watched my mother take her last breath—a breath three monsters stole from her. I never chose this life. My father says it's my birthright, but all I see is a curse. It's because of the Kelly name my mum was slain by the Doyles—our enemies in Dublin, the fellas livin' on borrowed time. All of Belfast fears my family, especially me. I'm Puck Kelly, otherwise known as Punky; the lad ye don't want to double-cross. I don't do feelings or emotions. I never have . . . until she walks into my world.