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To understand the monsters in the world, you have to get inside their heads. It's a dangerous place to be, especially when you start to empathize and lose your own sense of morality. But that's never happened to me . . . I've never felt conflicted on any case. Right is right and wrong is wrong. It's simple. Black and white. There's no such thing as a gray area. But f--k this case. I don't even know what side I'm on anymore. I don't understand how this town can continue to function without breaking under the weight of all the lies they've spun and lived.

I've had tunnel vision for one main goal for so long, that I forgot there was a whole other world just outside. Until Lana. She's everything I never expected, and I love the fact I can never guess her every move or reaction. It's part of the reason I keep falling. But I also know she shuts me out, hides things from me she feels she can't share. One day, I hope she trusts me enough to share. It isn't until my job puts her at risk that I realize just how fierce she is, but it doesn't stop me from doing all I can to protect her.

I didn't expect him. I didn't want to fall in love. But I can't let him go. Logan Bennett makes the world a safer place. He's brilliant. He's a hero. He locks away the sick and depraved. But while he's saving lives, I'm taking them. Collecting the debts that are owed to me. Ten years ago, they took from me. They left me for dead. They should have made sure I stayed dead. Now I'm taking from them. One name at a time.

Logan Bennett makes me want to have a future not tainted by the constant hunger for revenge. Doesn't mean I can stop. Doesn't mean I want to stop. It just means I want more . . . one day. But how do you make a good man love the monster inside you without stripping his soul away as well? He is all the best parts of me right now, resurrecting bits of my heart I forgot could even exist. He makes me feel something other than cold.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word . . . Will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together? It's time to f--k with their minds. It's time to finish it all. It's time to paint it all red . . . Monsters don't usually wish for happily-ever-afters.

To the rest of the world, he was the little boy who went missing on the Fourth of July. But to Sydney Neville, he was everything. Her heart hasn't been the same since her best friend disappeared, but she's learned to build her life around that missing piece. Twenty-two years later, the last thing Sydney expects is for Oliver Lynch to return. Having been captive underground for decades, he's unfamiliar with the strange new world that awaits him—but he's alive. He's here. And no matter how he's changed, he and Sydney both still feel the connection that runs between them.

She has no idea who I am. But when her fingers grazed my scar, she didn't flinch at the beast beneath. She's the girl I was born to destroy—the only one who ever looked at me like I was worth saving. The woman who died for me…ten years later. Our surnames split this city for a century. Romeo and Juliet? Only we're not dying for love—we're killing for it. And our story didn't end in death. It started there. I should've stayed away. Instead, I let the devil whisper, "Don't die"—and smiled as I lit the match.

Nicole Fox presents Book 1 in the Groza Bratva series.

Life as a professional hockey player keeps me plenty busy, and yet it often feels like I’m on autopilot as the world passes me by. I suppose I can’t complain. I have the honor of calling myself a New England Bay Shark, so I have more than enough money to buy some form of happiness. Sleeping around with beautiful women may come with the territory, but I’ve never taken the time to actually get to know any of them.

He was my one and only . . . until he chose his rockstar lifestyle over me. When his tour brought him back to town and became my next-door neighbor, my baby bump is on full display. Just my luck. So, I did what any girl would. I lied and told him it wasn't his. He'd never choose us over the Rockstar lifestyle. But every time I see his piercing blue eyes and tattooed, muscular body, my heart begs me to reach out. I can't risk the chance of rejection again for me, or our child . . .

DESPERATE TIMES FOR ELVEN BRIDES...Having struck out with the knight Judith in human lands, Bash’s quest to lose his virginity leads him to the forest of elves. There, he learns that the ravages of war have claimed the lives of many elven men…making interracial marriage more popular than...

DON’T JUDGE AN ORC BY HIS ACCOLADES Long ago, as the fires of war raged among the twelve races, one name inspired fear and awe in the heart of every orc-Bash. A living legend to his people, Bash has enjoyed many a blood-soaked victory. But this Hero harbors a shameful secret. Though it is the...

The mistakes we make can last a lifetime. In my case, that's been centuries. Millennia. I vowed I would never again steal her away to the Underworld. I broke that vow. She is here in my realm. My house. My bed . . . And she says she forgives me. But there is still so much she doesn't know.

All my life, I pursued women who made me feel like I was licking honey off the edge of a sharp knife. Those who seduce a man with one look. Bait, hook, and haul my ass to her table with a lick of her tongue across blood-red lips. Cue in Mia Harlow. Delicate. Shy. Fragile. Unapologetically feminine, five-foot-nothing, blonde college girl wrapped in pink. Not my type by any definition, but the electric stress between us grows stronger whenever I see her.

There's a price to pay for a life with a greater purpose. The healing of time is a damn liar when you're living a life as a dead man with no true home, and the silence couldn't be more deafening. Counting the days, good and bad, I exist as the world keeps spinning. I can never look back. All I can do is hope I took enough out of that life to carry me forward on those dead legs. Everything that was meant to give the tragedy of my life meaning ended up holding me prisoner in this wreckage of my past. Until now.

Persephone: A love of ancient Greek lore, and a passion for archaeology brought me to Greece. I should have known better than to work for Hades Pluton. He is magnetic, and dark, and dangerous. He is a painter of torment, and his touch promises the most delicious sin. He is everything my mother warned me about men. And yet my heart is a prisoner to his. Ancient lore brought me here, but my love for him threatens to keep me. If I could trust my slipping mind, I might not fight it so hard—this love. But my mind is slipping. 

I crashed a wedding. Got caught by the best man. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby . . . It's Katya's fault. (As per usual.) My BFF despises her ex and wants to hate-watch him marry the woman he left her for. Problem is, she didn't fill me in on that plan . . . until we arrive at the ceremony.

I did a bad thing . . . and the man I love is here to make me pay for it. So now, I'm back where I started. Stuck somewhere I don't belong with a dangerous man who hates me. The difference between now and then? This time around . . . I'm pregnant with his twin babies.

I’ve been living my best life as Sergeant of Arms for the Serpents of Chaos MC, where women and money come easy. The only woman I've ever loved left me a long time ago. But now she's back, the ghost from my past. Bruised and broken. My butterfly has been keeping secrets from me. It might have...

Owen Montgomery is arrogant and unfeeling—with cold, haughty manners and a British accent sharper than any knife. I've been secretly in love with him for years, knowing there's no way he could ever notice me. The scholarship girl. The poor girl. Until that night in Ibiza . . . I vow to focus only on my future. Little do I know that I've awakened an obsession in Owen that will soon outgrow the halls of Pembroke Prep and spill over into the real world. Owen wants me, and he'll stop at nothing to have me.