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For the last year, I've been living with an invisible monster who steals my snacks, turns off my electricity, and runs off all my dates. As annoying as that is, he's my only companion, and the only one I trust with my deepest, darkest secret. I'm not human. Then again, neither is my new roommate, and he and ESCU have history. Not the good kind either. But since he seems to think we're mates, his problems are now mine. I'm certainly not going to argue, especially since he's got a razor-sharp teeth and claws. But hey, I'm into that so it works out . . .

Sometimes when you meet your person, you immediately click, and all the pieces of your life fall into place. Instant best friends. Platonic soulmates. Hockey buddies and vacation partners. And sometimes, you don't even know you've fallen in love. When a joke about marrying my best friend is taken seriously, we embark on making it happen. I mean, Etna makes a strong argument for marriage, even though it was my teasing idea, so who am I to argue? For seven months, we hurtle toward a wedding and a life together that allows us to be best friends forever.

Egon Wolf is on a hockey scholarship but failing at everything else. Knowing he's going to lose his ride if he doesn't get his academic act together, he seeks out a tutor. Rakesh Aahnu is a dual major and dangerous when bored. What he enjoys more than anything is the challenge of making straight men fall for him before walking away. Just because he can. Both Egon and Rakesh are about to discover that life has a way of throwing you in the sin bin when you least expect it.

When you fight for so long, sometimes it's just easier to give in. I want to give in to the god before me. Sent to me from the heavens, Owen is the very definition of divine perfection. But he doesn't know my truth. If he did, he'd know that I don't belong in his world. The shame of seeing the disgust on his face when he figures it out keeps me running from him. Even though fate or destiny or something cruel keeps throwing us together. Maybe he's the motivation I need to get my shit in order. But can I do it before he figures out I'm nothing but a street rat?

Even a gay athlete has an appearance to uphold. There are a handful out in every sport and while every trashy magazine wants to get the scoop on what the gays are up to, looking for a scandal and a way to ruin us, every one of us is constantly on our best behavior. Acting a certain way, dressing a certain way, speaking a certain way. If the world knew the real me, it'd shudder. Lace. Pearls. Dresses. Collars. All I want is to be someone's pretty little doll that they dress up and tell me how pretty I am. I want to be loved for the real me, not the image I'm forced to show to the world.

I've been secretly married for eight years. Why is it a secret? Because having an open marriage splashed all over headlines isn't a good look. We'd constantly be under the spotlight, our lives and relationships judged. That's not the kind of hockey player I want to be known for, especially because we play for different teams. Although most of my relationships outside of my marriage are passing, I've been pining over my best friend and teammate for years. Years! Just as I decide that maybe it's time to see where this leads, management throws an unexpected play in our faces.

High school sweethearts, dream wedding, exotic honeymoon, white picket fence, two and a half kids… that's the dream. My prescribed future. Except, I don't want any of that. When my on/off girlfriend of fifteen years and I finally called it quits for good, I decided that I'm ready for a new beginning. I didn't expect that new beginning to be a dude.

I'm dead. Or at least I was. Until I got the opportunity to return to the life I was abruptly torn away from. It's a no-brainer as far as I'm concerned. I'm not done living yet. The catch? Become a Soul Chaser. Hunt down the Horrors, deadly souls that escaped The Below, and return them to the depths where they belong.

After a series of relationships where I've been made to feel inadequate because of my asexuality, I've made the sole focus of my life my coaching career. I love hockey—the chill of the ice, the fast-paced, high-stress game. I love the fans and the atmosphere. The energy. Now that I'm coaching in the NHL, I feel a sense of serenity and comfort with life. All that's left is to get my team to the Stanley Cup. The frustration that my boys feel echoes through me, and after one of the most horrible plays I've ever witnessed, I turn my back on the ice—only to catch his eyes.

This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I'm supposed to be at the top of my career. Untouchable. Worshiped. Finally proving to all the jerks in my life that I made it. I'm at the top. Then a video that shouldn't exist leaks and everything comes crashing down. I'm about to lose it all and I can't seem to get out of my own way. My agent banishes me to a place that technology can't touch while he tries to salvage my career.

Henri doesn't have friends. He has his clan, which is more like a family. And he has work colleagues at the college where he teaches but he's better friends with the mouse who lives underneath his couch. He has a good reason for steering clear of people. He's been burned before. It seems he's destined to always pay a price for trusting the wrong person. And that price might just be a deadly one.

I've learned the hard way that the only way to be effective is to keep your feelings out of it, no matter how appealing and tempting your target is. So when I meet Keagan with his sexy scowl and intense gaze, it doesn't take us long to make it physical. I'm only human, and resisting the man is beyond my mortal abilities. The thing is, he's deeply troubled, and he's got one nasty spirit haunting him. The Deceiver taunting his thoughts is more powerful than any Horror I've faced before, and the more I get to know Keagan, the more concerned I am that I can pull him back from the darkness.

Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment to realize you're needed somewhere, and in that moment, your entire life changes. Felton has so many broken pieces that he can barely breathe. But that's okay. I'm going to show this man what love is. If he doesn't have the capacity to protect himself, I'll do it for him. The abuse ends now.

Wally and Bez have survived a city bent on slaughtering them and a vengeful demon stalking them inside a dimension-traveling villa. Now, these two must enter Hell itself in order to save the world. Well, all the worlds, actually.

My disciplinary file at ESCU is almost as thick as my personnel file, which is saying something since I've been working for them for more than twenty years. I do the jobs no one else wants, go places no one is supposed to go to deal with monsters that don't exist. After a while, you get a feel for how a mission's going to go, and I have a feeling this next one is going to be fifty shades of FUBAR.

I've lived a very quiet life, keeping my deepest secrets close to my chest. I let no one in, not even my closest friends. When I'm invited to participate in the All-Star Games, I'm suddenly forced to share a hotel room—and a single bed—with a stranger. My carefully guarded world starts to come undone when he kisses me, and I can't get enough.

Apprentice mage Wally spends his days cataloging rare artifacts and dreaming about finally mastering his magics and living the adventures he's always desired. Bez, a once mighty devil who craves the freedom of the outside world again, despises his confinement inside a powerful object. His only company now comes from the mages working within the archives he's stored. Among them, the most annoying of them all, an anxious and considerate Walter. When the archive is attacked, Wally and Bez each seize the opportunity to achieve their dreams—and inadvertently create a magical link between them.

A single kiss from a masked vampire has left Shane with an obsession and a mission: uncover the secrets of the black-market blood trade and find his mystery vampire in the process. But one knock at the wrong door and he could have fangs at his throat instead of lips.

No romantic story has ever lived up to Dr. Clementine Hughes's reality but at least he has his two-million-word fanfic and a prestigious research position at Vitalis-Barron Pharmaceuticals, where their benefits are superb and their experimentation on vampires highly unethical. When a mysterious accident turns Clementine into a vampire, his growing thirst forces him to the streets to hunt.

Abandoned as a babe and raised in The Queen's court, Red has always been an outsider. When he ventures towards the Dark Forest on an important quest to save his kingdom from the grips of a cruel famine, the last thing he needs is a massive grey wolf stalking him. A wolf who makes it clear that Red looks like a very tasty snack.