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I went to the Supernatural Resort for protection—and was immediately claimed by the shifter who owns the place. Because of what I am, everyone hates me. Humans and supernaturals alike. But the Resort needs magic like mine to protect it. So the owner makes me his. Which backfires, because now even more people want me dead, and we're going through an altered version of heat together.

The first in a new crime series from indigenous, veteran author David Tromblay, featuring Native American bounty hunter Moses Kincaid, who races across Oklahoma to find his man, but finds himself deep undercover in the state's supermax prison to bust a drug ring. Moses Kincaid, a Native American...

Harlow has a big problem… She's been lusting after her rival's male Omega mate, Quinton, and his best friend, Lachlan, for years! What will happen when the pack lead—who happens to be her lifelong rival, Alpha Caelum—bids on Harlow for a Valentine's Day date? And how will Harlow handle being tricked into moving in with these three men the next day?

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

As the only living heir, I was supposed to wed Vanderlyth's most notorious sack of potatoes. Except, our ship went down and said potato sailed away in the only lifeboat, leaving me to drown. My last image? His middle finger. Luck must be on my side because I wash up on the mainland. A place filled with my father's enemies, home to droves of demons that would kill me for my pointy ears alone. I take shelter inside an abandoned castle, but while trying to discern a way out of this mess, a hauntingly flirtatious demon spots me.

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.