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He will do anything to keep her… even kill. I came to Dublin to fix my relationship with my brother. I didn't mean to become obsessed with the tattooed goddess with haunted eyes—his best friend. One lie turned into another. Stalking her turned into taking her. Now, I'll do anything to keep...

It ends where it begins. Four couples. Six books. One saga. Tristan and Morana. Dante and Amara. Alpha and Zephyr. Shadow Man and Lyla. The world is darker. The game more dangerous. The stakes much more deadly. A new era is born.

Grumpy bad-boy tattoo artist, Conor Mac Haol, doesn't trust anyone. Least of all the new girl apprenticing at his beloved Dublin Ink. She is way too pretty and way, way too young. Coming from a broken home, Aurnia has had to grow up faster than most girls. She doesn't need anyone telling her what to do. Least of all Conor, her new (very hot, very muscled, very tattooed, and very, very rude) boss who obviously hates her. But Aurnia's troubles remind Conor too much of his dark past. He becomes obsessed with keeping her safe. Keeping her protected.

I thought getting shot, losing my memory, and being hunted by people I didn't know for reasons I couldn't remember was rock bottom. Turns out I was wrong. I found a shovel, dug a little deeper, and found a whole new sublevel of suck. Apparently, I took something from the Formicary that doesn't belong to me. The boss, Petar Dobroslav, is willing to do just about anything to get it back. Making an enemy of a super-secret organization of assassins might seem like a bad idea and...well, it absolutely is.

The man who bought me is sinfully gorgeous—a tatted-up wall of muscle who assures me that I'm safe with him. He can't let me go. Not yet anyway. He and his brothers need my help to find someone. I agree to help them, not having any idea it's going to lead us into a nest of vipers. If their venom doesn't get me… his will. Lines blur between the two of us, and I no longer feel like it's all for show. Because the truth is, Danil owns me… every single part of me. It turns out being owned by the Bratva boss isn't such a bad thing after all.

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia. At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key. You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? 

When Taylor accepts a dare to ask out the campus's most notorious player, he never expected Harrison to counter with his own challenge. What starts as a game of double-dare becomes a fake relationship that feels surprisingly real. But with both guys questioning everything they thought they knew...

She's my light in the darkness. Maxim Kidnapped, tortured, and chained to a wall… It's not at all how I imagined meeting the love of my life. Music has always been my passion, but as soon as I see Talia Medvedev, I know things have changed. I become obsessed, and instead of the familiar...

Look, I'm not stupid. I'm just really bad at Statistics. Bad enough that Coach is threatening to bench me if I don't pull my grades up. Bad enough that Professor Colby assigned me a tutor. Enter Bennet Marlowe: certified genius, overpowered paladin in shiny armor, and the most annoyingly...

Ein Paket mit blutigem Inhalt ruft Inspektor Lestrade von Scotland Yard auf den Plan! Wer sollte die Absicht gehabt haben, der unbescholtenen Jungfer Susan Cushing aus Croydon zwei abgeschnittene Ohren zu schicken? Lestrade tippt auf einen Scherz dreier Medizinstudenten – aber die Wahrheit, der Sherlock Holmes bald darauf auf die Spur kommt, ist grausiger ... sehr viel grausiger ...

There's never been a time when I haven't been in love with Yelena Melnikov. Valentin She was a temptation that I was powerless to resist. I gave her my heart when we were kids, knowing we'd have to hide our love. We hid it for years until one night of careless passion led to a pregnancy. For me...

It's time to bring Alina home. Alina When I was young, I fell in love with a dark-eyed boy. I never grew out of that crush. Not even when the teenage boy grew up to be a very dangerous man. Every year, it just grew stronger until I finally turned eighteen and forced him to see me as the woman...

I met him the night three men tried to hurt me. Sasha Melnikov appeared wearing a skull mask... beautiful, brutal, merciless. He made sure they never would again. Then he looked at me. And every instinct screamed to run. But instead of killing me, he took me home. He said I was safe. He lied. Because safety doesn't watch you like you're something to be consumed. It doesn't make you crave the very thing that could destroy you. He's danger wrapped in devotion, violence made human, and I can't seem to stay away.

In the dark underbelly of the mob, Tristan Caine has been an anomaly. As the only non-blooded member in the high circle of the Tenebrae Outfit, he is an enigma to all. His skills are unparalleled, his morality is questionable, and his motives are unknown. He is lethal and he knows it. As does Morana Vitalio, the genius extraordinaire daughter of the rival family. What Caine does with weapons, Morana does with computers. When a twenty-year-old mystery resurfaces, Morana infiltrates Caine's house, intent on killing him, unaware of a tie that binds them together. 

One bed. One lie. One time was never going to be enough. Mia Dario Alessi is twice my age and lethal in all the ways that drive me crazy. Now that I'm eighteen, the tension between us is impossible to ignore. When his Italian famiglia needs my help, I jump on the plane without hesitation, more...

Tristan 'The Predator' Caine had been unprepared for Morana Vitalio. After spending his entire life with a vow he broke on a rainy night, he finds himself torn in a battle between his painful past and an uncertain future. The only thing he knows? Her life still belongs to him. For Morana, the line between enemies and allies has blurred. Everything she once held dear to her has disintegrated and the unknown gapes at her, leaving her with both her freedom and life on the line in enemy territory. The only thing she knows? His life has always belonged to her.

First comes hate. Second comes a forced marriage. And third, comes bringing Vitaly Melnikov to his knees. Vitaly I'm used to women wanting me, not hating me, but my wife looks at me like she's hoping my next breath will be my last. Our marriage wasn't by choice, but when I vowed to be her...

Waking up in the hospital with a gunshot wound to the head is bad. Finding out I have amnesia is far worse. My memory is practically wiped. I don't know why someone wants me dead. Hell, I don't even know my name. They say my name is Christian Cross. Too bad that name means nothing to me. I haven't forgotten everything, though. Grayson Laurie has always been my kryptonite, and it would take more than a bullet to the brain to forget him. He assures me that I'm imagining the distance between us, but I know better. I just don't know how to fix it.

Roman Melnikov is a deadly man in an expensive suit. I know what lies beneath the façade—the scars and tattoos that hint at the man he really is. He came here to find his sister, and his search led him to my dad and his friends. We both want to take them down, and the only way to do that is together. I had no idea how dangerous it would be, or that by the end of it, we'd all be covered in blood. Loving Roman is dangerous, but I can't let him go. His path is leading him straight to hell, and it looks like I'm coming along for the ride.

Der Versicherungsgründer und Börsenspekulant Charles Tremaine stürzt vom Balkon seiner Villa in den Tod. Anwohner und Polizei wissen: Es war ein Unfall. Wie unangenehm, dass ein Zeuge allerdings Charles' Sohn Jack auf dem Balkon gesehen haben will. Denn Jack hat ein wasserdichtes Alibi … und das ist nicht die einzige Ungereimtheit, auf die Sherlock Holmes und John H.