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From the moment he first saw her, he knew their heartsthreads were interwoven. Rekosh had little interest in taking a mate—at least not until he met Ahmya. Small, delicate, and human, she is so unlike his kind. She is a vibrant flower flourishing amidst strangling vines. And he recognizes in her a deep, indomitable determination, inspiring curiosity, and fiery passion. She awakens fierce protective instincts in him and rouses a craving like he’s never experienced. He wants nothing more than to declare his feelings for her.

She is the dawn after a long, dark night, and he will make her his. Urkot has always felt unappealing, undesirable. Unwanted. Scarred by war and lacking the grace and speed of other male vrix, he resigned himself to a life without a mate long ago and thought he was content with that fate. Everything changed when he met Callie. Beautiful, passionate, fierce, clever Callie. So small, so soft. So human. When she looks at him, he feels worthy. Whole. She captivates him, and his longing for her has made the stone around his hearts crack and crumble. Yet he dares not hope.

She's thrust into a world of dark magic, temptation at every turn, and a threat she can't protect herself from because first-year students aren't supposed to use their magic. And when she's caught trying, she's made to wear a magic suppression necklace. Can her roommate and his friends protect her? And what if the threat hits a little closer to home?

Reaper Being the president of the Iron Punishers MC should've been enough for Reaper. Only in the last year or so has him feeling like something is missing. When he sees his sister and her little family, he thinks he might know what that is: someone special. That someone you can always come home...

His name was Cayden, and he was a golden boy, an instant hit with everyone I knew. But the mask chipped and cracked in front of me, and I saw underneath. If I hadn’t, maybe everything would have been different. Maybe he would have let me go. I guess I’ll never know. I saw him, and I can never change that. Most importantly…he saw me.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

Inheriting the Everhart Inn was never part of my plan, but here I am—back in Twilight Harbor, staring down the past I ran from. And the first people I run into… Ethan was my first love. My biggest mistake. He's bigger, broodier, and even more gorgeous than I remember. Tyler is the reformed bad boy with a cocky grin and hands that can fix everything. And Brodie is the man who unravels me with a single look—and everything an Omega dreams of.

Hey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of the abandoned church. To most of the students I’m just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. The Archbishop’s secret.

I came to Driftwood Cove to outrun the grief, the failure, and the girl I used to be. Six murals. Six paychecks. A quiet coastal town far from the chaos of Memphis. But Driftwood Cove has a way of pulling you in. And so do the men I never saw coming. Shepard—the broody librarian who makes stillness feel like safety. Gabe—the grumpy firefighter who reminds me what it means to fight. Boone—the golden retriever paramedic who makes me laugh when I've forgotten how. I told myself I didn't need anyone, that I couldn't be anyone's Omega again.

I stole from the Twisted Kings, and now I'm at the mercy of Jameson Steel. It's not like I planned any of this... In the same way, I didn't plan on being the only parent to my four-year-old brother. But one night, everything went sideways, and now Jameson is my only chance at getting out of this mess. He doesn't trust me, but he needs me to get back at the man who sent me to his clubhouse. His protection for my cooperation. As long as my brother is safe, it's a deal I can't refuse. But living with the enemy is dangerous. Jameson's vengeance is prolific.

A quaint cottage in a Scottish forest seemed the perfect place for Kinsley to start anew. But when a tragic accident leaves her isolated and dying, her new life is over before ever beginning. Until a dark, mysterious being emerges from the night gloom and offers to save herfor a price. With no other choice but death, she accepts. She awakens to find herself bound to an ancient, powerful goblin who is equally terrifying and intriguing. Hes terse, demanding, brooding.

Of all the guys to walk in looking for a tutor, did it have to be Foster Kane? I’ve avoided him like the plague since our one night together freshman year turned into the world’s most humiliating disaster—followed by the worst year of my life. It wasn’t hard. I’m practically invisible on campus, while he’s the golden boy of the hockey team—popular, charming, and constantly surrounded by adoring fans. But avoiding him stops being an option when I’m assigned to be his math tutor. Now I’m stuck spending hours each week with the guy who once made me feel like nothing…

I accidentally flashed the pakhan at his own wedding. He said no to the bride. And got me pregnant with his baby. Marrying couples is my job. Ruining weddings is not. But when I hear the bride and groom arguing outside, I know we're off to a bad start. She's pregnant. He never wanted kids. They...

What destroys you faster? The man who lies to protect you… or the truth he's hiding? Six months ago, I flashed the Bratva boss at his own wedding. Then I went to work under his roof. It was supposed to be temporary. Spoiler: It was not. Now, I'm carrying the pakhan's baby. And falling deeper...

When I find my fiancé cheating on me, I make the mistake of turning to the one man who wants to destroy my ex more than I do… his brother. Once upon a time I was torn between the two of them. Dean Graham laid his heart on the line and asked me to choose him, but I couldn't for reasons he can...

Thirsty for more? More kinks, more men, more of James. Want to know what happened on the weekend away to Daylesford? Quickly becoming Clarendon’s prized playmate, Rosie is given early access to the red job board. Want to know the jobs listed there? And then, there is the Secret Job—one with...

Ever wondered what kinks you were missing out on? Or the type of men who would pay good money to live out their fantasies on your body? Welcome to the Clarendon Golf Club, where members buy more than a round of golf, and staff serve more than a round of coffees —for the right price. Rosie thought she was just taking a job at an elite golf club to support her family —until she uncovered its naughty secret. Beneath the pristine greens lies an exclusive underground kink club, where the wealthy pay handsomely for their deepest desires. The unusual part? Staff members are invited to play for pay.

When Skylar is tricked into making an online dating profile, she rebels by summoning a boyfriend for the night instead. What comes out of her magic circle is not what she expected. He doesn’t even have a body! He’s just a mass of glowing blue tentacles.

Being the first female Formula 1 driver in the sport's history is like being struck by lightning. Powerful, electrifying, and dangerous. Don't get me wrong, it's incredible. Plenty of racing fans are celebrating. Plenty more are enraged, hoping I either quit or crash. They can hope all they want. I'll never quit. But there's more than Formula 1 fans to worry about. Like shaking hands with my Team Principal for the first time and his scent turning my entire world upside down. Like the rest of his pack—including the current Formula 1 champion—matching with me too. 

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.