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Running away from home at 17 wasn't easy. Let's face it, though, nothing before or in the ten years since has ever been easy for me. And I'm doing okay—sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people's way, off people's minds. When a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared, frightened, terrified. I must be more broken than I realized because I'm none of those things. I'm intrigued—and I'm wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.

I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

Okay, so my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn't married. And my bad for taking him to a friend's house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend's house because her husband was "busy working." Confused? So am I. Unsurprisingly, my date's wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole. Girl, I get it. Then to make matters more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date's wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother.

My friend was abducted by a werewolf, so I went looking for her—and ended up mated to one too. Because this isn't the first time I've been trapped in a mate bond with some guy I don't know. But this guy is different. He's shy. Sweet, too. I find myself having fun teasing him. And talking to him. And just hanging out with him. Fate made him my second chance, and honestly? I think it might actually be right this time.

Ophelia only wanted one thing this Christmas. And that was to make one of her daughter's dreams come true. Saint isn't known for having patience. Nor is he known for being a laid-back kind of guy. No, what he is known for is being the guy you go to when you need something done. The hardened-against-life biker is going to flip the script for the two people who own his heart and his soul. Alpha Men who fall hard only once... the rest... they don't matter.

When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

Even before her father's death, Kelly Everhart always knew Logan Teller was someone she could rely on. Now he's taken over the Black Rabbit tattoo shop and brought her along with him. And while Kelly still finds her former crush and current mentor hot as hell, they're firmly in the friendzone. Or so she thinks....

Wedding planner Odette Chambers has a knack for ruining every ceremony she touches. But her latest gig could be a curse breaker. The bride is her best friend, Izzy, and the venue is a local cidery with the Pacific Northwest mountains as a beautiful backdrop. The cidery’s only rotten apple is its owner, former NHL player Noah Stevens—Izzy’s older brother and a recently divorced, fully committed grump who doesn’t believe in happy endings.

Ara is my stalker, but I've become obsessed. She has more curves and beauty than she has a right to. I'm going to break her. I want to cut open and figure out that brilliant mind of hers. Especially when I suspect she's trying to underhand everything I've built.

Sacrificed to maintain the fragile peace between her family and his, only Aurora Bianchi can sate Max De Luca's desires and keep his darkest depravities under control. But now his father wants complete control of The Syndicate… and she's an obstacle to their plans. A pawn her husband is forced to sacrifice.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.

I ran into a werewolf at a grocery store. The moment our eyes met, he decided I was his mate. Now he's trapped in his furry form, threatening every other guy who so much as looks in my direction. His friends try to convince me that I need to stay in his house until he goes human again, but I refuse. So he shifts back. And the giant of a man—er, wolfman—basically carries me away himself. This werewolf is hunting me, and honestly? I'm a very willing victim.

A million-dollar paycheck to finally escape the grind. But instead, I've landed in a glittering world of high art, whispered secrets, and three men who refuse to let me go. Damien Voss Hawthorne is the impervious billionaire who lives for control—until I show him some things are worth surrendering. Theo Rourke, a fortress in a three-piece suit who hides behind walls—until I ignite the trust he's never given anyone. Nico Vale, the charming personal chef and valet whose every touch tastes like sin—until vulnerability becomes our sweetest indulgence.

I live my life head over heart and never rock the boat, which is how I wound up engaged to Bryan Davenport—the biggest mistake I ever made. We were a power couple, but no one knew how cruel he could be behind closed doors. When I decide to leave, my fiancé shows just how ruthless he can be and sends me running to the last person I expect: his best man.

Teacher by day, stalker by night. Who ever thought college could be this interesting? I'm teaching a hundred students. But my eyes are only on one. She's my obsession—and I'll stop at nothing to make her mine.

It was only supposed to be a part-time babysitting job. Then the wildfires swept through the valley. Now I'm stuck at a Napa winery with the three guys who run the place. And considering what they look like? Things could be a lot worse. Luke Ashford, the dark-and-handsome owner whose son I'm nannying. Beckett Montgomery, the London-born business manager who reminds me of David Beckham. Hunter Jones, the goofball marketing expert for the winery. I spend my days nannying the baby, and my nights are having sweaty, steamy fun with these three incredible men.

Aurora Bianchi will stop at nothing to make herself a widow. Max De Luca will rue the day he married her. Having taken her rightful place as don, Aurora is ushering in a new era in the Bianchi family. Clearing the organisation of traitors, declaring war on those who betrayed her, and destroying anyone who stands in her way. The Bianchi Bastards risked everything to save Aurora and stand at her side. They may be prepared to burn the world down for her, but she will annihilate anything that threatens them. Together, they will avenge the fallen, and Max De Luca will die for his sins.

I’m afraid. I want things—to escape, to run, to be caught, held down and…I’ve come here to find the thing to quench my most sensual fantasies. When I see him—I know. He’s brutal and made of stone. An artist with his hands who keeps everyone at arm’s length. He’s the one I want—I need.

I’m an actor who hates the limelight. Everyone wants Easton Rowe’s attention—my money, my fame. It’s impossible to have a real relationship with a woman, so I don’t even try. But then there’s Nova. My sister’s best friend. She’s been there our whole lives, and she’s here now to help us when we need her most. When I need her most. I should keep my guard up, focus on my dying sister and her daughter. But I can’t ignore Nova. Not with the way she carries this grief with me. The way she flinches when I move too fast, the ghost of something lurking in her eyes.

Rule number one: Never steal from a mobster. Rule number two: If you break rule one, don't agree to be his fake wife. And the golden rule? Don't fall for the ruthless, irresistible mafia king who now calls you his. Because when you break all these rules, you're left with a shattered heart, a secret child, and years of hiding from the man who thinks you're buried six feet under. Self-preservation was never my strong suit. Marco Barrone wasn't just another mark. He was a predator in Armani, with eyes like winter steel and a smile that promised ruin. Dangerous. Magnetic. Lethal.