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F*&% me. Maisy is human. Too young. Too sweet. Too breakable. I’m a Bad Bear. Ten years older. And I play rough. I’m an animal–in bed and out. She walks into my clinic, and my bear growls mine. But I can’t claim her. So I take Moon Cure to keep my beast caged. Tell myself I’ll wait. Then her scheming father tries to sell her future. F*&% that. I marry her on the spot—a fake wedding to save her from a real nightmare.

Soy un lobo solitario y me gusta vivir así. Después de que mi manada me desterrara luego de un baño de sangre, nunca quise buscar pareja. Entonces conocí a Kylie. Mi tentación. Estamos atrapados juntos en el ascensor y casi se desmaya en mis brazos del pánico. Es fuerte, pero está rota. Y oculta algo.

My e-reader just transported me to another galaxy where alien warriors claim humans as their brides. And I'm given to the biggest, surliest one of them all. He's going to train me and claim me as his perfect pleasure mate.

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.

He'll make me his perfect little pleasure trophy.... Who knew listening to sexy alien abduction stories could get a girl into trouble? Or that a listener could also be the gateway to another galaxy? I definitely didn't...but here I am anyway, mated to the Tsenturion High Commander just like the unwilling human heroines in my favorite sci-fi romances. The Commander demands obedience. He intends to claim me, train me, and turn me into his perfect little pleasure trophy. He doesn't believe in love. I don't believe in giving in without a fight.

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?

The human thinks I’m stalking her. Maybe I am. But I’m not the only one. There’s something evil in these woods and it preys on single women. I’m not about to let the sexy scientist fall into its lair. Even if that means holding her prisoner in my cabin. Keeping her where I can see her at all times. Bending her to my bear’s will. Just until the storm passes. Until her research is finished. Then I’ll let her go. I swear.

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.

Als ich Nonne wurde, gelobte ich, keusch und rein zu bleiben. Dann überfielen die Berserker das Kloster und entführten mich. Jetzt bin ich ihre Gefangene, bin ihrer Gnade ausgeliefert. Und keinerlei Gebete werden die beiden riesigen, dominanten Krieger davon abhalten, Anspruch auf mich als Gefährtin zu erheben ... Sie werden mir meine Gelübde entreißen und mich auf die Knie zwingen. Sie werden mich vor verruchtem Verlangen brennen lassen. Sie werden nicht aufhören, bis sie meine Lust beherrschen. Und so wahr mir der Himmel helfe, wenn es vorbei ist, werde ich um mehr betteln.

Nach tausend Jahren im Grab hat der Totenkönig den Bann der Hexe gebrochen und sich wieder erhoben. Er hat eine Armee aufgestellt und wird über uns alle herrschen, wenn wir nicht kämpfen und ihn aufhalten. Und ich bin die mit dem Schlüssel zu seiner Niederlage. Die Hexen haben mir diese Aufgabe übertragen, aber sie vertrauen mir nicht. Sie schicken mir zwei Berserker als Führer, Beschützer und Aufpasser. Ragnar und Loki sind mächtige Krieger, aber wenn sie denken, ich wäre ein unbedarftes Dummchen, das sie kontrollieren können, dann irren sie sich gewaltig.

Mein Leben hat sich in der Nacht verändert, als mich die Berserker entführten. Dagg und Svein kümmerten sich um mich wie noch niemand zuvor – bis der Totenkönig angriff und ihnen der Kampfwahn den Verstand raubte. Jetzt bin ich allein. Meine Gefährten sind dem Wahnsinn verfallen, und meine Visionen werden immer schlimmer. Mir bleiben nur meine Albträume – es sei denn, ich kann dem Rudel trotzen und meine Krieger retten. Ich muss in die Wildnis wandern und Anspruch auf sie erheben – oder beim Versuch sterben.

Every maiden dreams of being rescued by a handsome prince from a deadly dragon. But I am the prince and the dragon. Ancient courtship rituals demand I steal my bride away. Imprison her in my high tower. Show her my treasures, vast lands, and armies.

I took the lovely female with bright pink braids as my prisoner. She trespassed on our mountain. Saw my bear. With our land already under threat, I must keep her until I find out what she remembers. And she's in danger. Her brother wants her dead, and she needs my protection.

She’s a human. Forbidden. My brother’s widow. But deep down, my wolf believes she's mine. Before my brother died, he made me swear to stand by his human mate and their son. It's been 10 years since his death, and I've done my best.

I shouldn’t be driving in a blizzard. I definitely shouldn’t be driving up Snow Mountain. Now my car’s stuck in a ditch, and the only one who can help me is Joel Alder, the reclusive lumberjack who lives in an old hunting cabin deep in the woods.

When I woke up on a different freaking planet, I was pretty sure my day couldn’t get any worse. I was wrong. The aliens who found me decided I was sent from heaven, and that I should be given to their king—who has a somewhat dubious reputation.

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.

I didn’t order the capture of the beautiful American she-wolf. I didn’t buy her from the traffickers. I didn’t even plan to claim her. But no male shifter could have withstood the test of a full moon and a locked room with Sedona, naked and shackled to the bed. I lost control, not only claiming her, but also marking her, and leaving her pregnant with my wolfpup.

We had one night together, and then she ghosted. Apparently, I'm not part of her "life plan". Whatever, angel. Plans change. She thinks I'm a player. That I won't stick around. She thinks I don't have what it takes to be a dad.

I learned the hard way what it's like to lose people you love. As an alpha, I vowed never to let that happen again. That means keeping my focus. Never letting my guard down. And, most of all, staying away from civilians—i.e. humans. But the feisty chocolatier has me breaking my own rules.