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The witch’s wrath has left me isolated, broken. A Beast unable to even touch another living soul without ruining them. My only solace comes from watching the one I’ve fallen in love with from afar. Fleur. She’s beautiful, spirited, and everything I desire. I can’t give her what she needs, but there’s one in the village who can… Gabriel is tall, strong, and handsome—all things I once was. As my days grow lonelier, I accept that I need them—both of them.

The scary alien hunter has his eyes on me. He’s got sharp fangs, massive claws, huge horns, and walks around in nothing more than a loincloth! Totally terrifying! So why is my body betraying me and reacting in ways it shouldn’t? With troublemakers inside the gates and deadly space bugs roaming outside, I soon realize Mal’k is the last person I should fear. Because in this crazy bugpocalypse, a hyper-protective Xarc’n warrior is the very thing I need.

My mate’s scent calls to me. I hunt it, each step taking me closer to the one thing I came to Earth to find. These silly humans think they’ve captured me. What a joke. They’ve captured nothing! I’m here for my female, and nothing can stop me. I will find her, and I will claim her. She is mine! When my mate runs right into me and begs for me to take her away, I can hardly believe my ears. Today must be my lucky day!

No one ever told me the bugpocalypse would be so lonely. I was ready when the man-eating space bugs descended from the skies. I have everything I need in my fortress: food, water, and my dog, Waffles, but I'm bored out of my gourd and lonely AF. So when a Xarc’n warrior breaks into my home, I decide to “detain” my purple intruder. Note to self: Tranquilizer darts and zip ties do not hold big, burly hunters. At all. Now I have more muscley warrior than I know what to do with pressing me up against the counter and claiming I’m his.

I have a purple stalker. I don’t know what possessed me to hit the Xarc’n warrior with my bat, but now I have a stalker—a big, purple stalker with fangs and horns. And to make things worse, I can’t go back to New Franklin. After my first night out on my own, I wake up all wrapped up and cuddly with a certain possessive hunter. He purrs like a giant cat and vows to protect me. And to top it all off, he has a pet squirrel. A freakin’ pet squirrel! The “Jerk” claims he can’t let go of me, but I don’t buy it. I’m no squirrel, and I don’t intend to be his pet.

I’ve been looking for my Prince Charming my entire life. When ravenous, human-eating bugs descend from the skies, I think my dream is doomed—until a musclebound Xarc’n hunter rescues me from certain death. Tarv’k is strong and brave, and the purring in his chest turns my knees to jelly. Too bad he’s pretending not to be interested. I might be small and soft-spoken, but I’m also stubborn; I get what I want. He won’t know what hit him!

I have a special power, the ability to calm a berserker, but I’ve been warned never to use it. My mother said, “If you see a berserker in a rage…not your monkeys, not your circus. Get the hell away. They’re too dangerous, and you’ll lose your freedom.” But the thing is…we’re flying 30,000 feet in the air in a speeding aluminum cage, and there’s a berserker raging out in the aisle beside me. Security won’t be able to hold him. And if he gets a taste of blood, he’s going to rampage through the entire plane, leaving a path of death and destruction, including me.

At the precipice of a new life beyond the ruins of my failed marriage, I was eager to discover who I could become outside the confines of that picture frame. I wanted to forge a trail of new experiences, ones I’d previously denied myself permission to indulge.

She escaped her ex, broke, and pregnant. Only to be abducted by his identical twin brother...

Lucifer has created his own version of the love boat, which means no one is safe. Not even a witch. My crazy witch of a grandma placed a spell on my locket. A love spell. I don’t think so. Which means I’ll have to find my cursed necklace and nullify the magic. But first, I apparently have to go on a cruise with Grandma. Busy avoiding potential suitors, I find myself hoping the locket will end up in the one place it doesn’t belong: In the grasp of the lion who makes me purr.

Dale Steel has spent his life running from the horror of his past, so he’s completely unprepared for horror to follow him into the present. But that’s exactly what it’s done. His only hope is his love for Ashley White, so he grabs hold with both hands, determined to escape his bleak existence. Ashley is so in love she can’t see straight. Dale - and the thrall he holds over her - has given her a new outlook on sex and relationships, and she’s all in. Things are finally falling into place. But Ashley and Dale’s troubles are far from over.

Elite. Excellence. Entitled. That's what Sparrowood Academy looks like from the outside. Depraved. Deceitful. Destructive. Those on the inside know it's rotten to the core. Reform school would have been easier, but Eden and the K-Boys didn't have a choice. The higher-ups need the brats at Sparrowood kept in check - and they may be the only ones who can do it.... If they don't get destroyed in the process.

From USA Today and Amazon top 10 best-selling author Harloe Rae comes a new standalone romance where opposites attract and the lines of friendship are blurred beyond recognition. "Decker Fredric was never mine to keep. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting him to be."

Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.

I’ve slapped my cuffs on Luna Lancaster too many times to count and not a single one was for fun. As the sheriff of Starlight Cove, I shouldn't crave her, but I do. She’s chaos, mayhem, and sunshine wrapped up in too-tight yoga pants. The lawbreaker might have the town enamored with her free spirit, but she’s a thorn in my side, even if she is the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I want her out of my town and out of my head. Trouble is, she's made it perfectly clear she's not going anywhere.

Boraleashe Cavalerie was the opposite of his titan brothers. He was stoic, disagreeable, and his attitude towards others was just as biting as his frost. All titans were required to gift their pure hearts to another—to fall in love—as praise to the divinities for their dominion over an element. Refusal to pledge their heart was considered an act of defiance to the gods. There would be judgment . . . and atonement.

The presence of a powerful entity taking refuge in his realm alarms Zepharali. This being has a dark aura, but also a sweet, irresistible scent he's never experienced. They could be an upper-level vampire, a warlock, a fire lord, or gods forbid, all three, capable of harnessing the dark elements, and making them the most formidable adversary he's ever faced. He hopes they can be reasoned with, because Zepharali has yet to unleash the full forces of his summer suns, which could shatter the peace of his realm.

Omegas are supposed to crave alphas, to yearn for a pack. But not me. I'd rather scrub toilets than succumb to those instincts. That's why I'm hiding my true nature this Christmas, pretending to be a beta and working as a live-in housekeeper for a pack of alphas—NHL star Rory Sampson, football player Nathan Lane, Olympic swimmer Henry Goldstein, and MMA fighter Xander Brin. Thanks to Callaway Pheromone Suppressant Spray, they don't suspect a thing. It's the perfect plan... until a blizzard hits during my heat week and traps me with them.

The naga next door has perfect pecs, washboard abs, and the world’s sharpest jawline, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook for disturbing the peace. But this time, when I stomp over to give the my noisy neighbor a piece of my mind, I find Zayn’s front door ajar and his groceries scattered on the ground.

Nash Wilder Christopherson was the world’s golden boy. For fifteen years, she watched Nash race from the safety of her phone. Every single race, PR event, ESPN interview—she was there for it. He was the one thing that kept her sane while having to live the life her father forced her to. That was all he’d ever be to her, though. A face on the other side of the screen.