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For as long as she can remember, Arken Asher has been searching for answers—driven by an insatiable hunger, a need to understand the meaning behind her dangerous arcane secrets. She's finally taken that leap into the unknown, leaving her simple life behind to attend the Arcane Studium, a prestigious college of magickal arts & sciences nestled in the heart of Sophrosyne, the City of the Gods.

When my friends force me to advertise for a new roommate, the last person I expect to turn up is the stranger I had a one-night stand with. He says he's a doctor, but I suspect that's a total lie. I can't stand his arrogance or the fact that he's always there, sticking his nose in my business. But I can't seem to keep my hands off him. Even when every part of me screams that the man is dangerous.

Caliburn University isn't like other colleges. Latin is required. Dorms look like castles. And the fencing team never loses a match. It's the kind of place you have to be brilliant to get in, but insane to actually attend. Trust me—I would know. I'm coming to Caliburn to escape—escape my parents, escape the aftermath of my so-called breakdown, but mostly to escape the girl I was. Unstable. Delusional. Dangerous. All I have to do is study hard, achieve everything, and not get in any trouble, and I'll prove I'm not damaged goods. Prove I can pursue my passion without losing my mind.

I've left Caliburn. But when a stranger suddenly shows up looking for me, the four Caliburn Knights aren't far behind—and now they want forgiveness. With no other options, I come back to the only place with answers. There are strings attached. Protection they insist upon. Six-hour shifts, around the clock: four boys with swords, sworn to protect me from enemies I'm only beginning to understand. Except that somewhere between the piles of research and the hidden corners of the campus, things change. Like they're starting to… care. Not about me, but for me.

Dear Mr. Gallagher, I do not need this job. In fact, I will remind you that I'm doing you a favor. I am working for you only because I don't want you to inflict your grumpiness on my friends any longer. I am a strong, confident woman and know how to put men like you in their place. I won't succumb to your flirtations or your attempts to try and shock me. I am not impressed by your six-pack or your six-figure bank account. I suggest you realize that I am out of your league in so many ways, it's not even funny.

Dear Grumpy Horrible Boss, You suck as a lawyer. I don't even know how you passed the bar. Or how you sleep at night taking clients like Jack Whittington. Just in case you didn't know, you can't fire me just because I have a part-time job working bachelor parties. What I do on the weekend is none of your business and not a part of my employment contract. If I want to go back to wearing coconut bikinis and popping out of cakes, I can. As soon as I get my big break as an actress, I will be leaving your employ. I am literally counting down the days.

Dear Remington Parker, You may think you're the handsome prince of the law firm and I'm your dutiful wench, but I'm not here to be your plaything. Yes, you're handsome-ish. Yes, you're a partner at the firm. Yes, I'm your ugly duckling assistant. But no, I'm not desperate, and I don't want you. I have no interest in being the nanny to your newly found kid when you want to go on dates. And I have even less interest in your offer to teach me the ways of the world. In fact, after my makeover, I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of men wanting to help me discover the joys of companionship.

When Father Roman Briar arrives at St. Michaels, his charisma and mysterious presence immediately captivate Eden. As their friendship deepens into forbidden territory, Eden finds herself ensnared in a web of desire and deceit. Roman, too, struggles with his vows, torn between his sacred duty and the intense attraction he feels for Eden. Caught between their faith and their desires, Eden and Roman must confront the consequences of their choices. Will they find redemption in each other's arms, or will their illicit affair lead them down a path of irreparable sin?

Dear Sir/Madam, I would like to nominate my jerkface of a boss, Kingston Chase, for the worst boss of the year award. I don't know if that's a category at your esteemed paper as yet, but if not, it should be. Yours Sincerely, Skye Redding.

No wedding catastrophe can faze Katie Gallagher because when you plan for the worst, you deliver the best. The best wedding ever. Her company, Wedding Protectors, Inc., promises happily ever afters. Guaranteed. Whatever it takes. But always-prepared Katie? She's steering clear of her own HEA. Love is her job. Not her destiny. So when she falls for silver fox and self-made millionaire Patrick Cooper, she breaks a rule so taboo, it doesn't technically exist: Never fall for the bride's father.

At 22, I've already had my share of hell with being forced into an arranged marriage with an abusive man by parents, who couldn't care less. But Whispering Grove is my fresh start. My own apartment. My brewery job. My life, finally.

When my father's company goes bankrupt, my perfect country club princess life goes with it. Goodbye, grad school. Goodbye, health insurance. Enter Brayden Forsyth, the black sheep of baseball's royal family, whose team is threatening to cut him from the roster unless he cleans up his act. When he offers me a better life in exchange for help rehabbing his image, I say yes—even after he gets down on one knee. I know we can fake the perfect marriage. After all, I've been faking being the perfect daughter—and faking certain other things—for most of my life.

I have twenty-one days until Christmas Eve to find a mate, or my bar goes to my power-hungry cousin. But my best friend has a plan: three blind dates, three weeks, three Alphas who make my Omega instincts scream. A brooding craft brewer with dangerous eyes and skilled hands, an intense outdoor adventurer whose feral smile promises wicked nights, and a dangerous security specialist whose darkness calls to mine. They say some Omegas need three anchors. I say I don't need anyone. Too bad my heat isn't listening.

Running the bakery with my sister is my life—early mornings, endless dough, and just enough sugar to keep me sane. I don't have time for distractions. But when I accidentally text a stranger, everything changes. He's not just mysterious—he's sharp-tongued, wickedly charming, and far too good at making me forget common sense. What starts as playful banter turns into something more…something that stirs my Omega instincts in ways I don't understand.

As dark secrets and forbidden lust intertwine, one burning question remains: can Noah and Anastasia resist the pull of their dangerous attraction, or will the haunting specters of their past ultimately drag them into a spiral of ruin?

I came here to hide from heartbreak. Not fall straight into it again, times three. One cheating ex, a million shattered promises, and a heat that decided to crash down weeks early. So yeah, I'm not exactly thriving. My only plan? Hide out in a remote cabin, write my next book, and avoid Alphas forever. Instead… Boom. Fire. Cabin gone. No explanation. No warning. Just smoke, ash, and the sinking feeling that maybe it wasn't an accident. Enter three local firefighters who are way too hot, way too kind, and way too Alpha. Atlas. River. Levi.

Echo Kane doesn't make mistakes. As the merciless head of Catalyst, his job is simple: dismantle the Romanov legacy, one corpse at a time. But when Katya Romanov ends up in his hands, defiant, dangerous, and sin wrapped in skin, his carefully built world begins to crack. She's the daughter of his sworn enemy. She's leverage. A means to an end. So why does he want to taste her screams? Why does he dream of her begging, not for freedom, but for more?

Growing up with a hockey hotshot for a brother, I've spent my life surrounded by cocky men. I know the ins and outs of the games they play, both on and off the ice, which is why I'd never date one of them. And marriage? Absolutely not. Griffin Wright is my brother's best friend and star left wing for the Minnesota Rogues. After a few too many drinks celebrating a big win in Vegas, I wake up next to him with a ring on my finger, a killer hangover, and instant regret. The only option is to keep this a secret from my brother and immediately file for divorce. But Griffin has other plans.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

I messed up. Actually, my wolf messed up. I only came to this show to help my brother get revenge; not have my wolf literally latch onto a big, silent Alpha sitting alone in the woods and claim him. It turns out the Alpha wasn't all that quiet. Now I can't get his voice out of my head or the taste of him off my lips. He's everywhere. And he's not going away. I'm not sure I want him to leave. Fate is cruel. John is perfect–for someone other than me. I just need to convince him of that.