Being taken hostage by a criminal was not on my agenda for the week. The plan was to catch the billionaire con artist, Liam Hawthorne so I can finally prove myself and gain the attention of my boss. Liam caught me instead. Forget the bounty, I’m killing him. Unfortunately, it’s proving a rather difficult task–especially when he convinces me to help him. He's trying to con me, but I won’t be falling for it.

Exiled. For six long years. But my father is dead now and I’m head of the Montague Family. I’m not going to stay hiding in the shadows any longer. No, I’m going to get my revenge starting with her; Rose Capulet. The love of my life. By the time I’m finished she, and everyone in this city will understand the monster I’ve become. The monster they made of me. I’m going to take this city. I’m going to take everything they love and leave them with nothing but the ashes.

She was only meant to make the royal wedding gown, not wear it. Belle never dreamed of ballrooms or crowns—she dreamed of seams and silks, of becoming the most sought-after dressmaker in all of Solmane. But when the fae princess flees her arranged marriage, Belle is left holding the wedding gown. As the fearsome Beast Prince prowls towards her looking to collect his bride, it's either pretend to be the fairy princess so her dress gets a chance to be seen by potential new clients or get sent back home poor and empty handed. She only has to hold the lie while the guards hunt down the runaway.

Agent Bradly "Wolfe" Tucker has one case he cannot solve: six murdered women and a cold trail leading nowhere. When bodies with an eerily similar MO show up in Philadelphia, he volunteers to assist with the case. He figures he will spend a few days in Philly, hand the case off, and head back to his life in Seattle. But everything changes when he stops at a local bar, looks across the room, and sees her. Agent Leda Bailey has had a bad week. She has three dead women and no trail to follow. The clues don't add up, and nothing makes sense.

She was my salvation—until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn’t just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she’s back—wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don’t believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie.

Two years after the death of their mother, Blair and Holly Grimmwell are just starting to feel like they have their lives on track. They do, after all, have each other, and the two have more than just Blair’s birthday to celebrate at a new local club. Griffin is a Protector sent by the Masters of the Guild, to protect the most powerful bloodline of witches in all the Realms. As a Guardian, he is very specifically not supposed to fall in love with his ward.

Returning to the town of my childhood abduction to settle my late father's estate proves more challenging than expected. On my first day, a chilling note labeled "Little Moth" sparks unsettling events. The notes soon lead to ominous phone calls and a lurking presence outside my windows. I suspect the stalker could be Sheriff Banner, tangled in my father's past, fire chief Dale Watchman, or even the firefighter who saved me years ago.

I woke on the floor of a prison cell, but I wasn't alone. There was a man. My fellow prisoner. My protector. He spoke into my mind, saying things that couldn't be true. That I'd been bitten. That I was going to turn. That I had to obey him if I wanted to survive. He was beaten, but his voice rang with power, and his body called to mine. And when he won our freedom, I learned he was far more powerful than I realized. I escaped one prison just to land in another. Now I'm caught in a war between shifters—and my protector has become my captor.

My name is Thomas, and I'm always hard. No really, that's my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine… literally. I can't help it that my name suits me well. You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it's gonna be mine.

The Emerald Lake Asylum is not a place most desire to go. Nineteen-year-old Skylenna, however, made a promise that she must keep. Once hired, she has only one purpose—prove to the council that barbaric treatments, such as waterboarding, scalding baths, and beatings, are no longer the answer. But that all takes pause when she meets the source of terror in the asylum. A patient with a split personality—on one side, he’s the bloodthirsty genius Dessin. On the other, a hidden persona that is buried deep in his subconscious.

Hockey guys are off limits—and yet, one has set me in his sights, and I have no chance of escaping. Camden Church is the guy I should’ve stayed away from. But when he mistakes my identity, I don’t correct him. I let him break all my rules. It’s a night I’ll never forget—not that he’ll ever let me. If my brother discovers our secret, he could jeopardize Camden’s pro hockey career and end it before it’s begun. Camden thinks I’m going to rat him out, but he’s wrong. I’d rather let him drag me into ruin than admit my most hidden desire: I like the dark, twisted things he does to me.

Viola, a proud resident of New Orleans, lives on the top floor of an old Victorian mansion on a very normal street. But normal is no longer a word she can use to describe her life since signing the official contract of Fairy Godmother Inc. They forgot to tell her that she would be competing against other women in a very dangerous game. A game where she would be thrust into an alien world for the mere hope of catching the dashing Prince's heart.

As your paralegal (and ex), I have to be honest: You’re a horrible lawyer. Honestly, the worst I’ve ever seen. You never communicate, you pile on overtime, and you’re constantly in a bad mood. Now, about those panties on your desk. No, that wasn’t a desperate cry for your attention. It was the result of a lost bet with my roommate. But if you were even half the lawyer you claim to be, you’d have figured that out without all the ego-tripping.

Three years. Three years at the Omega Center, learning everything I need to learn, becoming the omega that they say we're supposed to be. You know what else they say? That we'll find our pack, our alphas, while here. There hasn't been an omega yet that's walked through those doors and not walked out ready to bond with their intended packs and alphas. The exception being me. I haven't found my pack. On my last night at the Center, however, I catch a scent that nearly drives me crazy. I found them there. Syn and Kian. And that scent around them that makes my knees weak?

Lennox Kennedy is beautiful, loud, and the love of my life. She's also my ex-girlfriend. The first time I saw her after ten years apart, I slammed into the plexiglass minutes before our game was set to begin. The second time I threw up. The third time's a charm apparently because as my fiancée and I walked into an appointment to meet the woman hired to plan our nuptials—there she was again. Obviously, I did what any smart man would do—I called off the wedding. I don't have a plan per se, other than winning back the only girl I've ever loved.