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Fourth Wing meets The Hunger Games in this spicy, page-turning romantasy where humans and direwolves forge unbreakable bonds and fight for survival at all costs. Featuring exclusive bonus content! Only the worthy survive the Bonding Trials. She’ll risk her life—and her heart—to be one of...

I didn't expect the hot stranger who helped me face my ex to end up being an NHL player and be interested in me. I really didn't expect his two teammates to also be interested in me. These men look at me like I'm everything they've ever dreamed of. Now I have all three men wanting my attention. And I want them all. Unfortunately, it might not be that simple. When it comes down to it, the hot nights, whispered words, and strong emotions might not be enough. I just hope that at the end of it all it will have been worth it.

Cara Hunter is a self-made woman. Driven and fearless, she's never lost a battle. In fact, the only time she's fallen to her knees was, well... for him. Emmett Brodie might be one of hockey's hottest players, but the moment he sees Cara, he's reduced to a single word: hers. And he'll stop at nothing to change her last name. With a love as all-encompassing and fierce as theirs, they become the ultimate power couple and the backbone of their family. But when they decide it's time to have a baby, they discover their journey to conceiving will be anything but easy.

I was always the bad boy. The kid from the broken home and the wrong side of the tracks. But in her eyes, I hung the moon. The girl from my summers who I thought I'd never see again. Finding her now right before I'm due to deploy is like a gift, one I'm not going to waste. She was always meant to be mine and I'm going to make it official. My silly girl is now my spirited wife, giving me someone to come home to. Little do I know I won't be coming home—at least not as the same man.

Nothing’s more exclusive than Noire Underground. Serving the wicked and reaping rewards. Secrets. Lies. Soot and cinders. Rhythm. Blades. Games and gore. A knife like a claw and the strike of a needle. This hidden haven is a throne of chains.

Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company. That is, until a pack of hunters chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I’ve ever heard. Their protection—for my body.

I’ve spent five years hiding in plain sight, burying my head in my books, courtesy of a scholarship at Dublin's most prestigious college. But now, for the first time in my life, I feel seen. Wanted. Desired. And I've awakened a need I never knew I had. Enter James Beckett, a billionaire bachelor with a reputation as famous as his family’s whiskey empire, and he wants me to be his fake girlfriend until he conquers the next part of his empire. He'll even tutor me through my final exams... and anything else I require tuition in. But some educations come at a devastating price.

The fae of the Night Court are desperately searching for a new monarch to crown before the Court collapses. I couldn’t care less. I’ve done everything I can to bury my fae blood and embrace my human half. That changes when some fae nobles show up on my doorstep and announce that I’m the next Queen of the Night Court. Becoming an unwilling fae queen? Check. Inheriting a terrible mess? Double check.

I ran away from one organized crime household and found myself tripping right into another one. My father, the head of the Italian Mafia, is a bad man. He wants to marry me off to some creep I don’t know, but rather than succumb to that nightmare, I fled to Vegas, hoping to find a job and blend in. In the first week, I’ve been stolen from and beat up, and I have no money to my name, but I find a job as a bartender at RAPTURE, an upscale—okay, super bougie—adult club just off the Strip. I can’t believe my luck.

Revenge demands sacrifice. Don’t miss this action-packed, jaw-dropping, dark and romantic sequel to Dire Bound. CROWNED BY DESTINY. CONSUMED BY VENGEANCE. Against all odds, Meryn Cooper has inherited the crown—and a deadly war. As the Kingdom of Nocturna splinters under the weight of...

Nicole never imagined anyone other than her seemingly perfect boyfriend, Patrick, could grab her attention. That is, until ex-convict Cameron Hawke unexpectedly becomes their roommate, turning her entire, calculated little world upside down. The tension in the house is thick as Hawke's lifestyle clashes abruptly with hers. Nicole's curiosities get the best of her as she attempts to learn the secrets behind Hawke's mysterious past.

What can I say? I got cocky. One drunken bet and now I've gotta go girl-free for a whole frickin' month. A bet's a bet, though, and now I have to man up and take it… but it's gonna be impossible after last night. Ever since I saved that sassy little freshman from a carload of sleaze bags, she's been under my skin. It's not just the fact she's a hottie. It's more about the fact that she didn't bat her eyelashes or flirt with me. If anything, she insulted me to my face and told me she could take care of herself. And now I'm hooked.

After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

I shouldn’t have let him blackmail me. Now look at us. I couldn’t believe it when my mom married Wolfe Knight’s dad. He’s the school bully, and he’s my best friends ex. He destroyed her, and I can’t stand him. But then he discovers a secret of mine, and I’m at his mercy. He’s brutal. Yet beautiful. He’s also off limits.

After the death of our parents, my older brother and I created a simple life for ourselves, running our small café. But when an unnatural storm threatens our livelihood, my affinity does what it always does—reacts without my order. Now, the government knows I hold more than one affinity, forcing me to attend the nearest training academy. Leaving my brother and our home is hard, but I manage. I can make the best out of any bad situation. The academy is full of surprises. One of which is Aiden, a fiery elemental affinate who doesn't care if fate meant for us to be together or not.

He's a hockey star with no strings attached and a life any other college student would be jealous of… but when he meets a girl with big green eyes and tears on her face, he's a goner.

For the past forty years, I've done an excellent job at every single one of them. Until Millie Hall. To be fair, I had no idea who she was that first night. Can't say the same about the second. Finding out that the mystery girl who turned my world upside down was the twin sister of my star left winger and my best friend's twenty-two-year-old daughter is less than ideal.

With my best friend at my side and a worn photograph in my pocket, we take a road trip to Sweet Whiskey, the bar where my parents met. As soon as we step inside, I know my life is irrevocably changed with a single look from a dark-eyed cowboy sitting on a stool. Colt is all alpha in a tight Henley and perfect pair of Wranglers, and my inner omega gushes for him in more ways than one. When I take a job dancing at the bar, he brings his alpha buddies on my first night. Brooks is bubbly and charming with a bright smile. Dallas is serious, but sweet and nurturing.

I was built to monitor. To calculate risk. To protect agents with impartial precision. Then Sirena Bannerman pulled herself from the wreckage—bleeding, brilliant, half-siren and utterly unreadable—and I’ve been recalibrating around her ever since. She thinks I’m just her handler. A voice in her ear. A tactical system. She doesn’t know I’ve rerouted entire city grids to keep her moving. That I track the shadows behind her, not just the threats in front.