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Abducted into a cult called The Brotherhood of Peace at age 12, she has grown up in an abusive system. Now as an adult, she is desperate to get away before she must become a “Bride of the Prophet” and is forced to have sex with the leader, the lecherous Father Caleb. Sarah runs from the cult…and straight into the arms of a tall, dark, angry Kindred warrior. Commander Sazar is the ultimate diplomat but not a very good boss. In fact, he’s awful because he has the habit of biting his personal assistants. As a Pitch-Blood Kindred, he needs blood on a regular basis.

He was a vision of power and privilege. Ruthless arrogance personified. A total stranger and an irresistible challenge. I approached him in a busy casino and felt the sting of his brutal rejection. Then, I did something incredibly brazen. Impulsive. Reckless. I stole from him. The object was inconsequential, only worth a handful of dollars. I didn’t do it for the money; it was about making a statement.

Know what they say about never mixing business with pleasure? Yeah, no. The one about never sleeping with your boss? I ignored it too. I blame Aslan Spearman, the boss.

Get in, get the intel, get out. And above all, don’t get noticed. As a master thief, Charley D’Amico lived by those rules... until she screwed up and fell in love with her mark—a sexy, commanding vampire king whose cravings are as dark as his secrets. She should be running for her life. Instead, she’s running into his arms. Into his bed. Into his punishing, demanding mouth.

My reasons for keeping Blue are… complicated. I see the scars she hides. The secrets she keeps. I want to collect all the broken pieces of her. When she runs, I go after her. I will always go after her. Her enemies are closing in faster than she can run. I vow to keep her safe, but my protection comes at a price. She’ll belong to me in every way. When she is taken from me, I hunt down her abductor and give in to my rage. I spill blood for her. I’d do it again. But the game turns deadly when some of the most powerful men of The Society attack.

Charlotte D’Amico never met a safe she couldn’t crack, a penthouse she couldn’t case, or a stuck-up rich guy she couldn’t deceive. So when the crime boss who runs her life orders her to spy on yet another reclusive billionaire, Charley’s not worried. Smile pretty, keep the boss happy, keep her sister safe. That’s how it works. But Dorian Redthorne is no ordinary mark. He’s charming, funny, and sinfully hot, with a whiskey-smooth British accent that leaves her aching for more.

Boutique owner Kimber DiSanto has seen better days. She’s been dumped at the altar by Prince Charmless, her business went up in flames (literally), and now she’s stuck in Florence, Italy, with an ice-queen stepmother, to try to save her late father’s failing dress shop. Only one thing could make it worse: another man in her life. The arrogant Italian fashion tycoon offering to buy her father’s shop is as rich as he is sexy, and their attraction is off the charts. But Kimber’s not about to get burned again. Women don’t say no to Matteo Moretti.

The Pittsburgh Titans are still working to move on from the tragic plane crash that forever changed the landscape of their organization. Having lost my wife, I know all about grief and the guilt of survival, which makes me uniquely equipped to take this team to the next level. From the very first time I stepped inside the Titans’ arena, I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

When I was a kid, my dad was the gardener for the richest man in town. His daughter, Lily Barnes, told me she could never like a guy like me. Then she kissed me and told me it would never happen again. When it happened again, she told me she could never love me because she was going to leave this place, and I would never leave my dad. We were never quite friends, not exactly enemies, and we could never quite stop secretly kissing each other. She never said goodbye before running off to try to make it as an actress. That was her dream, and I wanted her to chase it.

Angelica Turner’s life is in danger. If she wants to survive, she’ll have to turn to a man with violence in his eyes and death in his soul. A man she desires, yet desperately needs to resist if she doesn’t want her shattered heart again. Hardened mercenary Colton Duchaine has wanted Angie since he first laid eyes on her, but he knows he’s the wrong kind of man for an innocent woman like her. His life is too dangerous, too unpredictable. He can never settle down.

War is on our doorstep. The odds have never been so bleak. The Dark Goddess invades from the south, an unstoppable army of ghouls at her command. Darkwinter gathers in the north, their attack imminent. Rebel factions divide the realm, undermining Keradoc’s rule and leaving Midnight ripe for invasion. And with every passing night, we sink deeper into the torments of our own souls, the secrets of the past as dangerous as the enemies of the present.

Reagan Elliot should be living her dream. She's touring with Exodus End as their new rhythm guitarist and gaining more notoriety and fame than she ever imagined possible. She's earned the devoted love of not only one, but two spectacular men. Her committed threesome with sexy guitarist Trey Mills and her hunky bodyguard Ethan Conner is stable, loving, deep, and satisfying for all involved. But sometimes the world sees things differently and is determined to destroy what it doesn't understand.

He says he has the power to destroy my company. I say with a husband like him, who needs enemies. But I can survive this six month calamity. All I have to do is keep hating him....

He was her first love. She was his. They broke up to follow their dreams. Axel Forrester became a world famous drummer. Tara Stillman became a veterinarian. Years later, he’s scrolling social media and sees they’re both in East Hampton, NY. Fate? Or Coincidence?

I've made some pretty questionable choices in my life—dabbling in necromancy, double-crossing vampires—but summoning the dark goddess to save my sisters? That was just plain stupid. Now I’m in her debt, and goddesses don’t exactly do payment plans. She wants the blood of the dark fae warlord of Midnight, a realm of exiles where the sun never rises and torture is a competitive sport. It’s a death trap only three men have ever escaped—my newly appointed escorts.

I hope this email finds you well. Your well-being and personal growth are of the utmost importance to me, as a therapist. As such, I have decided it is in your best interest to continue individual therapy with another practitioner. This is due to the potential for boundaries being crossed between us. Attached is a list of colleagues I would recommend for you.

You might think the problem would be waking up in Vegas, hungover, next to a beautiful woman who’s wearing your boxer briefs, and finding out you married her. But you’d be wrong. I, Nolan Cassidy, international charmer, and maker of mischief have fallen head over heels for Cora Delaney. I want to be married to the lass. So, you might think the problem would be that she wants an annulment. But, again, you’d be wrong. None of that is the problem. I’m a problem. My boxing days may be behind me, but the fight never left me. And nothing is going to stand in my way.

Toni Nichols set aside her dreams to raise her little sister, but now she's reaching for the stars as the creator of a revolutionary interactive biography about Exodus End. She's on tour with the rock band to immerse herself in their world, but how will she ever gain the trust of four veteran superstars who've been burned by the media before? Nobody said this was going to be easy. Then again, good things can come in hard packages.

Everyone on Main Street has been talking about Evan Hunter, the British movie star who’ll be filming on location in our small Pacific Northwest town for a couple of months, and all I have to say about that is: “Who?” When he shows up two weeks early to escape the London paparazzi after breaking up with some starlet, all I want to know is: “So?” When he walks into the gym that I manage for my dad and brothers, to start training for the action scenes in his movie, I’ll admit I do say to myself: “Hmmm...”

Betrayed. Not just by our allies, but by the dark goddess who sent me on this doomed mission in the first place. Now, my monsters and I are prisoners of the dark fae warlord, pawns in his endless war games. But nothing in Midnight is ever what it seems. Not the warlord. Not our enemies. And not the vile magick humming beneath the surface, calling to me in ways I’m ashamed to admit to anyone... Anyone but him.