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She’s the one girl this player can’t have. A human. I’m dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night. I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her scream, but it wouldn’t be right. She’s too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate. Too human. When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories. But I won’t do it. Still, I’m not mate material - I can’t mark her and bring her into the pack. What in the hell am I going to do with her?

I bought her. I own her. But she'll never be mine.... The moment she stepped on stage, I had to have her in my bed. My submissive, kneeling at my feet. But this captive virgin is more than what she seems.... A spy in my kingdom. A weapon honed by my enemy. She hates me, but hate is a passion perilously close to love.... All my life I’ve trained for one purpose. One ultimate goal: Kill the vampire king. I expected a fight. Pain. Torture. I didn’t expect to want him. My body is a weapon he turns against me. But I can’t forget my fallen pack.

Sam - I was born in a lab, fostered out to humans, then tortured in a cage. Fate allowed me to escape, and I know why. To balance the scales of justice. Right the misdeeds of the harvesters. Nothing matters but taking down the man who made me what I am: A monster driven by revenge, whatever the cost. Then I meet Layne. She thinks I’m a hero. But she doesn’t understand...if I don’t follow this darkness to its end, it will consume me. Layne - I’ve spent my life in the lab, researching the cure for the disease that killed my mom. No late nights out, no dates.

Sorry, bella. You got dealt the losing hand. Witness to a crime, you’re my prisoner now. I didn’t mean for things to happen this way, but tying you to my bed and making you scream is an unexpected pleasure. A privilege, really. Even if I did trust you, now that I’ve had a taste, I’m not sure I’d let you go....

I own you now. Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss. I make myself available to him, he pays my bills. I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy. Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement. Giving myself to him is easy. He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.

My alpha ordered me to keep away from humans. My wolf is highly unstable. Nearly feral. I can’t be trusted around civilians. Certainly not with the lovely kindergarten teacher whose scent drives me wild. But she needs a fake boyfriend for a weekend wedding trip. A big guy to intimidate her ex. How can I refuse? I won’t be directly disobeying an order, because it won’t be a real date. It will be a nice clean mission. We’ll have separate rooms. I’ll keep my wolf on a tight leash. And no matter how much I want to, I will not mark and claim the sweet human as mine.

A car accident ends my ballet career . . . And my dream of having a baby. The cherry on top? My fiancé dumps me while I'm wearing my wedding dress. Enter gorgeous single dad Weston King. He hires me to teach his adorable daughter ballet, live in his lavish guesthouse for two months, and be his muse. Something in those piercing blue eyes tells me that's not ALL he wants. He's been burned by love, just like me. So we make a pact. Never fall in love again, with anyone. Then we promptly fall into bed.

I’m a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Banished from my birth pack after a bloodbath, I never wanted a mate. Then I meet Kylie. My temptation. We’re trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She’s strong, but broken. And she’s hiding something.

Disability advocate Pen Meadows is on a mission; grab a breakfast sandwich, find her gate, and listen to her smutty audiobook. Only, the sexy, tall man in front of her at Tim Hortons may prove a worthwhile distraction. His soft Irish lilt and mix of gruff sweetness make Rowan Iverson unlike any man she’s ever met. After a brief meet/cute, and even briefer goodbye, the social media influencer ends up seated beside Rowan on a cross-country flight.

Like many girls, I too used to dream of fairytales. Until that illusion was shattered, and I saw firsthand just how cruel life could be. Now I just wished my nightmare would end. The life I knew ceased to exist as I suffered at the hands of my stepmother, who hated me. I fought to escape and once I did, I thought life would become normal again, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. Tragedy was woven in my bloodstream, hiding in my DNA structure. I had a sliver of peace before it all went to hell again.

For centuries, I've suffered under a curse, and searched tirelessly for the woman who can break it. Now I've found her in a dark alley, walking home at night. She tries to fight, but there's no escape. She's my prisoner. I'll keep her until she figures out how to free me.

Nash - I’ve survived suicide missions in war zones. Shifter prison labs. The worst torture imaginable. Nothing knocked me off my feet...until the beautiful lioness they threw in my cage. We shared one night before our captors ripped us apart. Denali - They took me from my home, they killed my pride, they locked me up. and forced me to breed. They took everything from me and still I survived. But one night with a lion shifter destroyed me. Nash took the one thing my captors couldn’t touch - my heart.

She made a big mistake. You don’t blackmail a Tacone. Coming to me with a threat? Unacceptable. If she needs money, she’ll have to ask nicely. But once I give it to her, we both know what it means: She belongs to me. I do my best to hold back. Give her respect. Trouble is, I can’t keep my hands off her.

They took everything from me. Time to return the favor. A few months ago, I was just a regular nineteen-year-old girl. Now I'm trapped at a remote college and held at the mercy of three savage bullies. No one can see through the Serpents' Adonis-like disguises. Except me. I've never felt this alone before. This terrified. This...furious. These three murderers stole everything from me. They think the humiliation, the degradation, the suffering they've put me through has left me broken? Guess again, Serpents.

Sunny Hines is the most infuriating female I’ve ever met. Long hair, big sunny smile, cute little freckles, yoga-tight body. Delicious scent. My wolf wants to mark her, but there’s no way in hell I’m falling for a human. This pretty little hippie human is driving me crazy. Two years ago, I had her beneath me, howling my name, until she left. Now she’s back, but she’s not going to put me on a leash. But when I see her with another man, I can’t stop myself from marking my territory and making it clear: Sunny is mine.

Flynn Taylor, rock n roll heartthrob, plays fast and loose. He's with different girls every night. Yes, girls plural. On the brink of becoming not just a Chicago sensation, but an American icon, he's everything I should avoid. Then again, maybe it doesn't matter. I'm so damaged, I'm not even capable of a relationship. He might be the perfect antidote. The temptation I need to lure me back to the side of the living.

Dr. Soula Smythe is the youngest (and for my money, the prettiest) Medical Examiner in Nashville, Tennessee, only I didn’t know it last night when I was between her legs and she was just, Soula. This morning, we meet again at the workplace—the county morgue—and if I wasn’t concentrating on not spilling my guts from the nasty fumes of this D.O.A., it’d be awkward as hell.

Olena MacMillan is a hot mess. Feeling like she has a permanent seat on the struggle bus, she can't seem to get her act together—or stop embarrassing herself. Desperate for a fresh start in her hometown, Olena needs to focus. On getting her life on track. On resuscitating her landscape design business. Definitely not on the gorgeous landscaper she's stuck working with. But something about his intense green eyes and hunky lumberjack vibe has her babbling non-stop.

She owes the Family money. Big money. And I'm the guy they sent to put the squeeze on her. So now she's playing at my casino. Strutting around on my stage in her tight little shorts. Killing me softly. I promised she'll be treated with respect, so long as she does as she's told. But I didn't count on her barging in my office and tempting me, begging for a taste of my authority. I didn't count on her getting under my skin. And the last thing I want is to see her debt paid. Because then I'd have to set her free...

I’ve got a problem. A big, hairy problem. An enforcer from the Werewolves Motorcycle Club broke into my house. He thinks I know the Werewolves’ secret, and the pack sent him to guard me.