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As the only werewolf immune to the curse forcing my kind to shift every night, I'm a bit of a hot commodity . . . and not in a good way. I went to New York thinking it would be the safest place to hide. Wrong decision. The city is home to one of the largest packs in the world. Its leader? Tall, strong, sexy, and determined that I'm his. When my scent starts driving unmated men insane, that giant, possessive beast who won't leave me alone is the only one who can protect me. One way or another, I'm totally screwed.

Since my dog died, I've been cursed with dreams of blood and cries. Things that were once so clear are now foggy. Why have the gods plagued my life? With loss and rot. I've grown to despise the deities I was raised to worship. So why do I find myself crossing into the realm of the gods and entertaining the same ethereal beings?

The duke of the powerful House Hauteclare is the first to die. With my dagger in his back. He didn't see it coming. Didn't anticipate the bastard daughter who was supposed to die with her mother—on his order. He should have left us with the rest of the Station's starving, commoner rubbish.

Club Enforcer Troy DeLance is hellbent on revenge—eye-for-an-eye and all that—so he kidnaps his prospect's sister as payback for a betrayal. If he has to tie Stacey Martin to his bed to make sure she stays, so be it. All the better if she likes it. Stacey will do anything to save her brother. Even if it means surrendering in ways she never imagined to her beastly kidnapper. But as their relationship heats up, neither realizes that someone else is plotting a far more deadly payback . . .

So there's a name for what I am. Ruby Wolf. And apparently, the rules don't really apply to us. For one, we come in pairs. The other half of mine is a douche named Ezra, and he's convinced that walking around naked is all it will take to talk me into choosing him. If we don't mate, I'll die. Period. End of story. But I won't betray Roman like that, so I'm dying slowly and painfully. Until he goes and signs up for the trials that can make him like me. The trials no one has survived in more than a hundred years.

My life has taught me to expect the unexpected. A serial killer rampaging through the New York Pack? Sure. Why not? But a serial killer who smells like me? That's a heck of a lot more than unexpected. With the Alphas of All poking around and my own Alpha on a rampage to figure out who the murderer is, it becomes a race to see who finds the truth first. I'll find the killer. Or the Alphas will find me. Either way, it's time to face the facts. There's a lot more to being "Wolfsbane" than suppressing my pack's shifting. And I'm pretty sure it starts with my freakishly red hair.

I've been separated from Atlan, and there's definitely something creepy and deadly going on in this bunker. This isn't the rescue mission we were told it was. No, this is a trap, and we've been lured here on purpose by a beautiful, monstrous man. I'm not sure why he wants Atlan and me, but I need to find out, because this new enemy just might be more dangerous than the zombie hordes racing across the plains. But what if the bunker also holds humanity's best hope for survival?

I've suffered for six months at Violet's hand. She's been collecting my blood and keeping it in her dungeon. She demands to know where Lucius is, but there's one problem: I'm not Talia and I have no idea where Lucius is.

My body is changing, and so is the power dynamic inside the bunker. With the chimera serum racing through my veins, I can barely believe in a future for myself, much less one that includes Atlan. He's trying, though. Trying to convince me that his love is unbreakable . . . while I can barely think past my need for revenge on the people who did this to me. They have to pay, and they need to be stopped before they do more damage to what's left of the human race.

So . . . I didn't handle the zombie apocalypse well. I used to be a third-grade teacher, but since the Gorging, my life has been . . . kinda rotten. I lost my group to the undead, became indebted to one of the gangs, and now I've been sold as a blood-slave. My new owner is Atlan, one of the vampire warriors who guard Blue City's walls and defend us from the zombies. The vampires are like celebrities around here. It's my job to provide Atlan with a clean blood source and any other services he needs.

I'm indecisive when it comes to my shoes. Choosing a werewolf mate who'll be with me until I croak? Pardon me while I take some time to think on it. But a steamy encounter before the final ceremony changes everything. Reaper, the Omega's eldest grandson, is fiercely loyal, scorching hot, and built for pleasure. He brings down my defenses, and before I know what's happening, I succumb to the heat in his touch and the skill of his mouth. I've only just met him, but I need him like no other.

Once upon a time, there were two Rhythm Gods: one of brilliance and one of darkness. But there was much more to the realms than the two gods alone could provide, so the Maker created a third, unknowingly unbalancing the Rhythm and setting the realms on a path of suffering. The God of War has stolen that which I hold dearest. Though I am reunited with my beloved gods, a hole remains and my heart is in shambles. Together we must look to the past to preserve the future, for if we cannot restore the Rhythm, the realms will crumble.

I propose we stop referring to it as friends with benefits and say it like it is—a recipe for disaster. See, it all started when I confessed a little something to my best friend. His response? Definitely something unexpected. In the best way possible. The next thing I knew I was proposing we...

He's the director who controls everything. Except her. Nolan Montague is used to getting exactly what he wants. Award-winning films. Total creative control. A life carefully curated down to the smallest detail. Then Billie Wilder walks into his world . . . and ignores all of it. Single mom...

An omega destined to be packless . . . Heartbreak after heartbreak has left me realizing I'm not cut out for a pack. As much as I've wished for one, it's obviously not in the cards. It's time to leave behind wishes in favor of dreams, and I have a big one—Opening my very own game studio. But...

Zane is the last single man standing at Black Lotus Tattoo Studio—and he's not looking to fall in love. While on tour, he meets a gorgeous, talented tattoo artist and thinks maybe he's finally found what he's been missing. But when he returns home to Sparkwood, he crosses paths with someone...

I used to be the darling of Sparkwood. Until the day they arrested my husband. Now I'm a cautionary tale. An outcast. A pariah. The monster's wife. I used to dream big in this little town. Now my only goal is making it through the day intact. Then Eddie Landry walks into my world. He's ten years...

What happens at the winter resort should stay at the winter resort—unless your mystery man turns out to be a ridiculously hot doctor with a kid and a tragic past. Contains mature themes...

I came in for coffee and left with a fiancée. Let me back up. First, I got coffee. Then Mina kissed me. And damn—turns out the woman kisses like she means it. Then she dropped a bigger bomb: she needs me to pretend to be her doting fiancé. Something about her aunt's dance studio and a weird...

Before Samson McShane, I was merely Sable Cole, the oldest daughter of our town's druggie. Multiple eyes were on me, watching my every action—waiting for me to mess up. When I met Samson, we couldn't be more different yet he became my escape. He took me out of the protective shell I created for myself and showed me what it meant to be free. Our lives would drift apart. I saw him, clashed with him, and loved him sixteen times. My past should have shown me the error in loving him. It never did. Samson McShane was my sin and my addiction. He was my sixteenth need.