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My name is Tate Eckhart, and I love my life. I have a great job, a sick wardrobe, drive a fancy car, and sip scotch old enough to be my Daddy. I’m fine with being known as the bad guy, the troublemaker, and the unattached harlot out of all my friends. Hey, if the Burberry loafer fits, right? Money, control… lust, no strings attached. It’s how I’ve been living since that one night, back in college when I stepped over a line with one of my closest friends, only to discover the truth. Love is for suckers.

Curvy schoolteacher Lexi is desperate—her uncle owes twenty thousand dollars to a ruthless loan shark. To save him, she agrees to a risky interview with a stern, brooding Beast Kindred scientist on the Mother Ship. But Dr. Brandt doesn’t just want an assistant…he wants a test subject. The first thing he demands? To see her breasts. When Lexi balks at the idea of being taken to a dangerous alien planet for his research, Brandt kidnaps her. She’s the only female with the rare biology to produce “golden nectar”—the substance he needs to cure cancer—and he’s not about to let her walk away.

Teacher by day, stalker by night. Who ever thought college could be this interesting? I'm teaching a hundred students. But my eyes are only on one. She's my obsession—and I'll stop at nothing to make her mine.

One minute I’m cleaning toilets for minimum wage. The next, I’m waking up from a drug-induced nap with a monster staring down at me. Kidnapped and seconds from death, I think I’m done for. Until masked men burst in, murder my attacker, and turn my world upside down. They call themselves Murder Squad. A secret brotherhood of broken men who only kill the worst of the worst. And one of them thinks I’m his wife.

People ask me if I’m human. If I have feelings. If I’ve ever loved anyone. I’m the lawyer who has never lost a case because I have nothing else to live for. Until Jonah.

Shadows crawl across the walls of an abandoned warehouse. A knife waits on the table. A clock bleeds away the seconds. Someone isn’t leaving alive. My only chance of survival lies with the three men searching for me in the dark. I’d let my guard down with X, the funny psychopath who has been following me for weeks, claiming I’m his future wife… Until he put his fingers around my throat and the laughter died away. Now he’s convinced he’s going to kill me and I’m not entirely sure he’s wrong.

When an emergency warning goes out for an impending snowstorm, I do what I've always done as a forest ranger: I make sure the trails are clear and secured, and any winter hikers are evacuated and safe. But when I happen upon a young man, stranded, soaked from the cold rain, hurt and terrified, taking care of him is instinct, my cabin the only thing keeping us shielded from the violent storm for days on end. He's running from something, and he needs me. But what he doesn't know is that I need him even more. That I wish he'd stay.

He could have been my hero. He saved my life that night, a beautiful dark angel slicing through my fear and the water, dragging me from its deadly clutches. He should have been my hero. I thought maybe he was.

An explosion shatters the night. The three men I love are thrown from the bluff into the raging sea below. And one of them can’t swim. But the fall isn’t the only thing trying to kill us. Every step we take, danger stalks closer.

I was overlooked most of my life. Quiet, nerdy, and someone people didn't notice. But he saw me. Adrian Kennedy was kind whereas others were indifferent. He laughed, not at me, but because of me. Because he believed I was the funniest person he knew. I was myself with him—stripped bare, exposed. Raw and open in a way I've never known since. I was his, and he was mine. But I was a secret. Perhaps an experiment. Pushed aside when things got too scary. Too real. His kindness turned into cruelty, not because of words he said, but because he was unaware of what his rejection felt like.

Disguised as a recruit, I cross into the wasteland swamp, searching for the rebels who murdered my sister. But instead of a crumbling outpost, I find a glittering court cloaked in illusion, where brutal trials bind warriors to magical beasts. Unfortunately, the first person my dagger sinks into is their infuriatingly gorgeous king. Instead of seeking revenge, Trewyn smirks, as if getting stabbed was just flirting. When he assumes I’m here to enter the Rite of Bonds, I let him believe it.

The Daymakers were the hottest alt-rock band since the nineties, the masked members making fans swoon at the very thought of who might be hiding under the skull masks. Known only by their stage names—Royal, Hero, Poet and Knight—their real identities were a carefully held secret.

He was my best friend’s older brother. My first love, who left town without so much as a goodbye. Eight years later, I’ve said yes to marrying another man—Julian Baker. I’m finally ready to let go of my past for a new future. But like all gut-wrenching love triangles, my past and future collide in a cruel twist of fate.

If you’re looking for a classic case of opposites attract—look no further. There’s me: Pretty. Flamboyant. Extra. Some even say ridiculous. I’m a tour dancer for the biggest pop star in the world with an exploding social media platform and a constant need for attention. I’ve got photographers banging down my door to take my picture, hot men blowing up my DMs to collaborate, and more thirsty fans to please every day. And then there’s Asher: Quiet. Reserved. Shy. Repressed. He’s the hot tattoo artist who pierced my septum. What he sees in me is an escape from his miserable relationship.

An escape from my parents who insist I follow in their footsteps as a Guardian of the Society. Keep the members safe—that's what I'm supposed to do. But how can I safeguard the students when I can't even protect myself? Someone has been watching me. His eyes burn into my soul like a branding iron. At night, he haunts my dreams and transforms them into nightmares. Sometimes when I wake, he's there, standing at the foot of my bed in awe of my existence. He isn't the one I fear most, though

Scarlett Wallace has hated me since the moment we met. Fine—feelings are mutual. When she transfers to Shadow Valley U, her dad’s brilliant idea has us living under the same roof as newly minted step-siblings, and she becomes impossible to ignore. Too stubborn. Too tempting. Too off-limits. But when I mess up with the wrong crowd, they demand repayment. And unfortunately, they decide Scarlett is the perfect leverage. She deserves a fresh start after what happened at her last school…Instead, she gets me—her stepbrother. The guy who can’t stay out of trouble…and can’t stay away from her.

Wells Ambrose thinks I’m evil, and I wish he was wrong. I ruined his life the summer I turned fifteen, and he hasn’t let me forget. Nearly everyone in our small town turned on me after that, which used to be a bad thing. Until I decided I need Wells’s hate. He’s failing college, and I’m the only one who can get him out of the backlash he receives from his parents. He needs me, and I need him to believe I’m that evil girl from years ago, because his hatred comes with attention and protection.

My foster brother Aiden swore he'd always be there for me. Then one day I never heard from him again. My heart never recovered from his betrayal. I keep waiting for him to return and sweep me away from my creepy Uncle and abusive family. Then he walks back into my life... and as much as I hate his guts for breaking his promise, deep down I know I'll go running back into his arms. I could never resist him for long.

Maggie James is thirty-one, freshly dumped, and emotionally scorched. Losing her relationship also cost her the apartment and the business she built with her ex. Now she’s broke, unmoored, and answering a roommate ad from a total stranger. A stranger who turns out to be a neurodivergent werewolf with a detailed lease agreement… and a legally binding cuddle clause. Roman Velasquez likes quiet, structure, and his Good Plate. He’s used to living alone—until pack politics force his hand.

Kirian and I were just 12 years old when I pulled him from the creek behind my house. As he looked in my direction with unseeing lavender eyes, I quickly realized our age was just about the only thing we had in common. He spoke with an accent, he had pointy ears, and he was so beautiful it made my heart ache. Oh, and he claimed to be a fae prince cursed by witches who stole his sight. I thought he was crazy from hypothermia. Turns out, he wasn’t, and for some reason he keeps coming back. But a day in my world is a year in his. Every time I see him, he’s older. Wiser. Hotter.