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As a witch, I have a healthy dislike for the undead. While they can turn a human, their venom kills those of us with power. At least that was true until I was attacked by a rogue and transitioned into a vampire. Now the entire supernatural community wants answers, including the vampire overseer who had a surprising reaction to my unnatural rebirth. In addition to my sexy undead leader, I am assigned a death dealer mentor to investigate the reason I was targeted and protect my family.

Amelie: I knew I shouldn't have asked him for a ride. My new neighbor is a study in contradictions—covered in tattoos and dripping intensity. He’s alluring yet aloof, and his every calculated move is dangerously seductive. Little did I know, he’s been systematically inserting himself into every part of my life. Creeping beneath my protective armor. Trapping me like a fly in his web before revealing his true identity.

It's just another Tuesday with Mercury in retrograde. Cue Nikolai Volkov. A devil in Armani with a body built for sin. Protective. Ruthless. Magnetic. Oh, and did I mention he's hot enough to melt Siberia? I should despise him for stealing my freedom. Instead, I'm playing house with the beast and melting every time he growls 'mine’. But as it turns out, this good girl has a knack for taming monsters.

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.

I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

My new husband is everything I shouldn't want: dark soul, wicked smile, and a growl that makes me forget my own name. A walking sin in a tailored suit, he's determined to make me pay for my father's betrayal. But the way he claims me like I'm his only redemption tells a different story. Turns out New York's most feared crime lord has a weakness. And apparently, it's me.

I was a workaholic executive—until I almost died. It took a near-death experience to get my priorities straight, And I knew big changes had to be made. Priority #1 was spending more time with my kids and mother, So I quit my job and bought a beach house on Cape Cod. With the sun on my face and my toes in the sand, I met one of the beach rangers, Who turned out to be the hot single dad next door. Dylan helped me move some furniture, And I offered him dinner to thank him for his trouble— Not knowing it would end with dessert.

He’s evil incarnate, cloaked in a beautiful disguise. My father uprooted our family, forcing me to relocate to America. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’s making me marry the son of a psychopath. Maxim Volkov. Heir to the Volkov Bratva. I’d rather die than be shackled to a man so evil. A man who has no soul. His piercing blue eyes are as cold as his stony heart. And he’s not exactly thrilled, either. My life has never felt so hopeless.

All I knew about life was anger and violence. Pain and suffering. Kill or be killed. I was a “fixer” for the Ruin - a syndicate for the Bratva, Cosa Nostra, Cartel, and any other organized crime faction that dealt in the darker, crueler aspects of humanity. I was a free agent who was called upon to do things weaker men didn’t have the stomach for. And when you surround yourself with death for long enough, soon you don’t remember what it felt like to be alive. And then I saw her.

The first time I met Dawson Reed, we wound up in bed. The problem was, neither of us knew the other were there. When I woke up in the middle of the night and found a stranger next to me, instinct kicked in and I attacked the intruder. Only it turned out, the man wasn’t an intruder at all. Dawson had rented this cabin, too. Apparently, a system glitch allowed a duplicate booking. We’d soon find out we were in town for the same wedding, and Dawson was the groomsman I’d been warned about. He was as tall, dark and jaw-droppingly gorgeous as my best friend had described.

I thought waking up hungover with no recollection of the previous 24 hours would be the worst thing I’d encounter during my whirlwind trip to Vegas. It wasn’t...not even close. Not only did I wake up in a strange room with a platinum band wrapped around my finger, I witnessed something no woman should ever see: a gruesome murder. If that wasn’t unscrupulous enough, the unspeakable act was done by my husband: the stranger I married.

A marriage proposal from a deliciously handsome and wickedly charming prince sounds like a fairytale. But for a nerdy scientist with severe social anxiety, it's a horror story. Prince Torin O'Grady, with his mischievous blue eyes and cocky grin, is always in the spotlight. And he needs to marry me to inherit the crown. But we have nothing in common. He's a future king. And I'm perfectly happy slogging through mud in my work boots. So why can't I stop thinking about him?

Mysteriously, near a small Montana town where shifters live and ranch among the humans, livestock are simply just disappearing. The two packs in the area, the Silverclaws and the Swift Creek pack, having been rivals for generations, need to join forces. Elena, sister of the Alpha of the Swift Creek pack is known for her mischievous trouble-making ways among the ranks but when she walks onto Silverclaw territory she is overcome by the strongest pull she has ever felt.

When my husband ran off with our saloon’s hostess, I left Montana, joining my college-aged son in Oregon. Eugene’s a far cry from my little hometown, But I did my best to blend in with the locals, And tried heading out for a jog. I thought I saw a hippie gathering deep into the trail— Until they changed into a pack of wolves.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

The family has one motto and a list of rules. The family isn't something you join. You can only be born into it. The family is mine. I am the family's. Until I see her. She doesn't see me. But, I must have her. I need to own her.

The Ivanov family exudes wealth and power, so when its founder shows up on the surgical roster of a third-year resident, even with me not laying eyes on her previously, I’m thrust under their spotlight. Her son’s, to be precise. Maksim Ivanov is a walking red flag. He oozes confidence, and appears to have never been told no, but despite our differences, sparks ignite the moment we trade sultry glances. The tension is white hot. I’ve never experienced such an immediate mutual connection. But as quickly as his mother was placed under my care, she is removed.

I’m a fraud. My climb to the top, the beauty pageant crowns, the music awards … none of them were earned. I stole them all, and they're slipping through my fingers. With my career on the brink of disaster, the last thing I needed were the death threats. Or maybe that was a blessing in disguise.

After the death of her husband, young mob princess Willa Callahan returns to her hometown of Boston, where another marriage awaits her. Her fiancé is Raphael Flynn, who’s just taken over the Flynn Syndicate—and the city. But just because Willa left Ireland doesn’t mean that the dangers she once faced have followed suit. Her soon-to-be family is teeming with secrets and betrayals—the kind that brought a vicious end to her charmed childhood and snuffed out her parents’ lives.

I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

Tattooed on my skin are the words, “Bow to no man.” I live by them. Die by them. I’ve been on the run since my mother was killed right in front of me, hiding in the gritty underbelly of New Orleans. After a lifetime of being alone, the only thing I crave is revenge. But I never anticipated Lincoln Asher.

It started with her estranged father's murder. The last thing LA detective Gabby Woodward needed was the custody of her entitled half-brother. She was jaded and overworked. A nurturing soul she was not. And he was a reminder of him. Her ex-husband. The man who crushed her heart and trampled on her love. Ex-mercenary Declan Roarke had hit rock bottom. His new assignment mentoring teen actors was the gateway to hell, putting him near his ex-wife. Working together exposes feelings for each other that never died. It also uncovers the conspiracy that tore them apart.

It was one night. No names. No problem. I gave myself over to the kind of desire I didn’t think I could feel again. When I woke up she was gone. Now she’s back. In my office. My turf.

I'll give her my ring to claim my crown. Vittoria DeSanto leaves me no choice. What she knows could destroy me, destroy my family, and I won't allow that. She's homeless, penniless, and powerless. I’ll give her the life of a mafia princess. Anything she desires will be hers…except her freedom. Because our marriage will make me the boss of the Rossi crime family. My word is law. All must respect my authority, especially Vittoria. The stubborn woman will learn. Her place is by my side, in my bed. Over my knee.

As president of the Untamed Sons MC, I'm no stranger to pain, but three years ago Sasha Montgomery broke my heart and put another black mark against my soul. Even the mention of her name is enough to bring my demons out to play. I still don't know what happened, but what I do know is she walked out on me, the club, and the future we were working toward without a backward glance. I should have known she wouldn't stay gone.

In the contemporary romance novel, Untamed Hearts, follow the journey of Henry, a reclusive lumberjack, and Lucinda, an ambitious journalist. Unbeknownst to Henry when his supposed private posts go viral making him an overnight internet star, he must choose to ride the waves of his newfound stardom or continue his life of solitude. Lucinda finds herself juggling between advancing her own career by exploiting the infamous sexy lumberjack or finding a once in a lifetime love. Henry's haunting past and Lucinda's career aspirations collide.

Like currency, I’ve become part of a transaction. Blade took me to pay off a debt. I try to tell myself, Eve, you should hate him. He’s a bad guy. But then again, I’m not a good girl. Blade’s the president of the Disciples, the notorious motorcycle club. I should be frightened, yet somehow, he doesn’t scare me. If anything, I think I scare him.

I never wanted a wife. No one is safe with me. No one is good enough for my daughter. But if I want to rule over the wealthiest crime family in New York City, I only have two weeks to find one. When Elsie broke into my home, I saw an opportunity, so I forced her into a marriage she didn't want. No one crosses me, not even someone as beautiful as Elsie. She may fight me with that smart mouth, but she will obey me–or return to the hell she came from. I told her she was mine for a year. Then she'd be free.

My father was always a gambling man. Unfortunately, he never could pick winners. When the wolves closed in, he chose himself, like always. He traded his freedom... for mine. He forced me to marry. Now Dante Bellanti owns my body. I'm just another possession for a man who already has too much. So I won't let him have my heart. But you know what they say about gambling.

I swore to myself that I’d never cross that line with her. But when Savannah Monroe, my chief operations officer, shows up on my doorstep with a proposition that starts with her in my lap and a promise of just this once…breaking the rules suddenly seems so enticing.