Sometimes you meet people who are out of this world, so you make them a part of yours. A one-night stand born from vengeance in a foreign land. An explosive chemistry neither of us could deny. We signed a contract on the back of a Boar’s Head Pub napkin that said if we ever met again, we would drop everything and be together. Eight years and thousands of miles later, he’s here. In New York. And he’s America’s music obsession. 

I had a plan to escape the friend zone. Step one: sneak into Reed’s room. Step two: sleep with him. But when the lights turned on, it wasn’t familiar blue eyes I saw. These were dark, angry, and full of demons. And they belonged to Reed’s much-older brother. Four years later, Nash Prescott is no longer the help’s angry son. I’m no longer the town’s prized princess. At 22, I’m broke, in need of a job. At 32, he’s a billionaire, in need of revenge.

I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

Fünf Jahre in der Zukunft sind die Menschen nicht mehr die höchstentwickelten Spezies. Die Erde wird von den Krinar, einer mysteriösen Rasse aus einer anderen Galaxie beherrscht. Mia Stalis, eine schüchterne und unerfahrene Studentin hatte nie viel mit den Eindringlingen zu tun gehabt – bis ein schicksalhaftes Treffen im Central Park alles ändert. Nachdem sie den Blick von Korum auf sich gezogen hat, muss sie jetzt mit einem einflussreichen, gefährlich verführerischen Krinar fertig werden, der alles dafür tun wird, sie zu besitzen … sogar, ihr ihre Freiheit nehmen.

Stefan Sabbioni showed up uninvited in my bedroom on my 16th birthday. He stood in the shadows, smelling of whiskey and death and wrapped a broken, blood-crusted necklace around my neck. I thought he’d strangle me with it. That night, he left a message for my father. He said he’d be back to take something precious. I never delivered that message, though. I wonder if things would be different if I had because now, two years later, he’s back. And he’s not hiding in any shadows.

At 35, Marcus Carelli has it all: wealth, power, and the kind of looks that leave women breathless. A self-made billionaire, he heads one of the largest hedge funds on Wall Street and can take down major corporations with a single word. The only thing he’s missing? A wife who’d be as big of an achievement as the billions in his bank account.

He's her nightmares made flesh. Five years ago, my family was killed. Now I hunt the ones responsible, exterminating them one by one. Vengeance guides my every move, every thought - until her. Sara Cobakis, my target's wife. A woman I'm now determined to possess. She's his collateral damage. He came to me in the night, a cruel, darkly handsome Russian assassin. He tortured me and destroyed me, ripping apart my life in his quest for vengeance. I thought I was strong. I thought I could survive anything. I was wrong. My tormentor now wants me for his own.

He's the man who ruined her life. I never intended to take Sara. But once I saw her, I knew I'd do anything to keep her. Kidnapping her was easy. Now I must earn her love and keep her. She's his entire world. I should hate Peter Sokolov. He's a criminal, a mercenary who killed my husband. So why am I falling for my tormentor?

Since his return from war, the Duke of Ashbury's to-do list has been short and anything but sweet: brooding, glowering, menacing London ne'er-do-wells by night. Now there's a new item on the list. He needs an heir - which means he needs a wife. When Emma Gladstone, a vicar's daughter turned seamstress, appears in his library wearing a wedding gown, he decides on the spot that she'll do.

It was the summer of my life. I’d met the guy of my dreams. Unfortunately, he was the son of my uppity employer - and very much off-limits. But Gavin was a rebel. He knew his mother would disown him if she found out about us; in his eyes, we just had to be careful. He never treated me as his mother did - like hired help. Instead, Gavin put me on a pedestal and loved me harder than I’d ever been loved in my life. 

Die Schattenwandler sind Kreaturen der Nacht, und viele von ihnen leben friedlich und unbemerkt unter den Menschen. So auch das geheimnisvolle Volk der Dämonen. Bei Vollmond jedoch geraten die Gefühle der Dämonen in Aufruhr, und vor allem die jüngeren unter ihnen können dann den Menschen gefährlich werden.

When I found myself facing down the scariest black-magic felon in the city, practically daring him to abduct me, I had to wonder exactly how I ended up here. It all started when I accidentally landed a job as a bartender - but not at a bar. At a guild, populated by mages, sorcerers, alchemists, witches, and psychics. Good thing this lame-o human is adaptable, right? Then my favorite guild members - three sexy, powerful, and intermittently charming mages - asked for my help.

Luna Rexroth is everyone’s favorite wallflower. Underneath the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves (yet pities) is a girl who knows exactly what, and who, she wants - namely, the boy from the tree house who taught her how to curse in sign language. Who taught her how to laugh. To live. To love. Knight Cole is everyone’s favorite football hero. This daredevil hell-raiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but he only has eyes for the girl across the street: Luna. But Luna is not who she used to be. She doesn’t need his protection anymore.

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar - at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind. I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin'-hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits. So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord?  

What happens in an alien sex club stays in an alien sex club, right? Well...not if you pen an exposé on the place. And certainly not if you omit the fact that the experiences in the article are your own. Or if the Krinar you’ve hooked up with is the club's owner, whose many kinks involve blackmail and mind games. For a young journalist out to prove herself, it's all about landing the next big story. Until it becomes all about landing in a possessive alien's penthouse bed.