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My newest client is America’s darling—ex member of one of the biggest boy bands of our age, and a huge success from his first solo album. Milo isn’t the picture-perfect persona he portrays to his fans. He’s a chaos goblin, and I suspect I was hired to protect him from himself. The...

What do a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Freaking. Bodies. Callum Walker kills people for a living. Although he doesn't get a say in who his boss puts on his list, he likes to hunt people who hurt children in his spare time. After a misunderstanding that leads Callum to believe...

When portals from another world split open the sky, humanity braces for war… only to discover the monsters from Erethar aren’t here to conquer. They need something from humans. Something oddly specific in order to survive. And when they begin recruiting for a ritual that sounds a lot like a cross-dimensional booty call… Well, my name’s on that sign-up sheet before they even finish the pitch. I’m Everest Hale, and I’m doing my part to save the world with my… Well, I’m not at liberty to discuss, but let’s just say it’s given with vigorous enthusiasm. You’re welcome, Earth.

They call it The Den—where alphas and omegas give in to our baser instincts, stripping away etiquette and inhibitions in a haze of raw heat, slick, and sweat. It's a place where masks provide anonymity, and we can unleash our primal urges. I show up on a whim, drawn by the boring monotony of my life. I need something, someone, to make me feel alive again, if only for a little while.

I need a plan to stop checking out my bodyguard—you know, my dad’s best friend. Step One: Stop staring at his tush. Uhhhh… don’t really want to. Step Two: Find someone else to obsess over. Well, that’s not gonna happen. Step Three: Try not to jump him. My dad’ll kill him if I don’t keep my hands to myself. Roman is driving me nutso. He’s always with me, no matter where I go, no matter what I’m doing, no matter what. He’s. Always. There. Not that I actually want him to go away… then all I’d do is wonder where he is.

What happens when you fall and hit the webtoons trope tree? You get killed by Truck-kun, get transported to a fantasy world by a sentient Fae coin, and become the first gay holy maiden. Jake Alexander is Not Happy to be sure. Fortunately in Jake's case, part of the trope tree includes the gorgeous Duke of the North, Theon. And starting a business from scratch, which he's always wanted to do. And revitalizing his new country which is on the verge of collapse.

Raphael Scott is going to break my heart. He’s an American rockstar, engaged to be married, and straight. He’ll get tired of whatever this is soon enough. Then he’ll go back to his beautiful actress girlfriend and I’ll be alone again. I’m fine with that. But it doesn’t mean I won’t take what he’s offering me right now. His shining American smile, his beautiful open heart, the desperate kisses he presses into my skin.

To the unassuming observer, Ben Lockwood is your typical suburban dad. Aside from the fact that he's only thirty-six and his daughter is a sophomore in college. He and his wife, Jessica, had their only daughter, Hailey, when they were in high school. So you can imagine the unease Ben is feeling when said daughter brings her new boyfriend home for Thanksgiving… To stay in their house for the whole weekend.

We've all heard the tale of the Mate's Mark, and how we're destined to find our fated mate. One human, one monster foretold to be the cure to this cursed world, and to repair the damage that has been done. What was once the cause of curiosity and intrigue has turned into nothing more than a mockery. Decades have passed, and not a single pair of fated mates has been found. Until now. Until me.

It was meant to be temporary. Fate had other ideas. Victor Mills would do anything to protect his pack, even work with magic he detests. When the wards safeguarding his territory start to deteriorate, he's forced to hire a local mage to fix them. He could tolerate the abrasive stench of sorcery, if only the mage didn't also smell like everything his wolf has ever wanted.

"This is supposed to be the happily ever after part." Cade and Silas overcame so much to fall in love. Two emotionally stunted guys still struggling with the effects of their crappy upbringings aren't exactly the foundation for a healthy relationship. Not to mention, their hometown in rural...

They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them. Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent. So I crawl out. And I kill the bastard. Now Angel’s a witness to my crime, so… I take him. I’ve never had a lover. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m twisted. Ugly. Unlovable. But now that I’ve tasted Angel, I can’t turn back. I need to make him mine.

I've been secretly married for eight years. Why is it a secret? Because having an open marriage splashed all over headlines isn't a good look. We'd constantly be under the spotlight, our lives and relationships judged. That's not the kind of hockey player I want to be known for, especially because we play for different teams. Although most of my relationships outside of my marriage are passing, I've been pining over my best friend and teammate for years. Years! Just as I decide that maybe it's time to see where this leads, management throws an unexpected play in our faces.

Parrish Turner has always been my ultimate fantasy. He was my gay awakening, my sweetest torture, and my forbidden fruit ever since my father remarried and merged our families.

Sounds like a tacky wall-art quote to me. But what do I know? I don’t have a family. Not anymore. And I definitely don’t know loyalty. Not since my brothers collectively decided to shut me out of their lives... Not since my mother lied to me and kept a devastating secret... Not since my father sold our company out from under me to a smug jerk with a chip on his shoulder.

How long can someone play the role of a monster before becoming a monster themselves? That’s the question that’s haunted Travis Kenton — A.K.A. Nathan Roarke — for the last 8 years. He’s hanging onto his humanity by a thread. The knowledge that he’ll save thousands of victims one of these days is why he gave up his entire life and identity nearly a decade ago. It has to be worth it. All of this has to be worth it. Then the operation’s integrity is compromised, the identity of his boss is revealed, and a slave trader captures his boss’s younger brother for revenge.

John Cutter, a human man in a predominantly non-human metropolis, turns out to be not quite as human as he gave himself credit for. His daily life as dorm manager for Mythstone University gets turned upside down when he begins developing strange powers, and before you know it, he's spicily entangled with way too many girls.

They say I'm a monster. Cold. Unfeeling. A man born to rule with bloodstained hands. They're not wrong. I don't feel guilt when I kill—only euphoria. There's nothing like the rush of holding someone's life in my hands, knowing I control the exact moment it ends. Life is weak. Fragile. Death is the only truth. Then I met Remi Cain. Quiet. Obsessed with the beauty of death, just like me. The second I see him, I want him. Not just his body, but his darkness—the parts no one else sees. I want to own him, break him, bind him to me with blood.

Max They fear me. Worship me. Call me an abomination. I've earned my freedom a dozen times in The Pit, but I keep going back. Because violence is my church, and blood is the only thing that makes me feel alive. Then he arrives. Pretty. Fast. New. A golden-haired boy with ocean eyes and no clue...

For almost a century, we've believed the prophecy to be a hoax. The promise of Fated Mates being the cure to this ruined world was a beautiful story, a romantic lie told to keep us in line. Nothing more than an idyllic promise to make us work together. Only we never did, and the world only...