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Emil Dubinin. Bratva assassin. Sin in human form. I stalked him through the shadows. He captured me with a single touch. Bound. Stripped. Broken open. He made me forget every law I'd sworn to uphold. In the jungle, I was his prisoner. In his bed, I became his sin. He whispered lies in Russian. And I begged him for truth between my thighs. When he left me, he took more than my heart—he took my soul. Now I'm carrying his child. A secret that could destroy us both. The FBI wants my blood. The Bratva wants my silence. And when he finds out I kept his baby... the devil I loved will demand his due.

Blood from the Marrow is the explosive and deeply emotional conclusion to the Lilith's Legacy duology. It's a paranormal sapphic romance packed with epic battles, searing passion, and the unbreakable power of a love worth fighting for.

Bianca's life is insane. A single mom to three kids, she moved back to her hometown of Seattle after her husband cheated and knocked up his secretary. She's just trying to get to the next day without pulling out her hair. She's doing her best to put food on the table for her kids while also proving to the world that she can make it on her own—she doesn't need a man. She does, however, need a handyman.

Gage Black is my daughter's best friend's dad. He's emotionally unreadable, arrogant, and has been silently assessing me with those dark eyes since we met a year ago. I want nothing to do with him, but when our girls pull us into each other's lives, we're suddenly navigating shared logistics, school events, and far too many lingering glances.

When the Velasco family's top hitwoman shows up in New York, I plan on finding out exactly why. Amalia might be gorgeous, as well as lethal, but if she's here to negotiate terms to use our ports for her family's filthy crimes? I don't need to hear what she has to say; it's a no. It will always be a no. But the longer I tail her—and the guard dog she brought along—the more I realize something's off.

She twirls over a pointe, majestic and irresistible, translating her pain into art. I watch her every day from the shadows, waiting for the time to strike. One move to the next, she's a star, my Marcella. My brother says I'm obsessed. I shouldn't desire her as much as I do. Only he knows the kind of monster I am, but now it's too late for salvation. She's mine.

I couldn't believe it when my friend called to tell me she knew someone desperate for a nanny. Jobless, broke, and with a landlord who hated me, I had to take it. Turns out it was too good to be true. Rex Sloane is cold, hard, and impenetrable. I'm not convinced he's even human. Oh, and he's a dick. I should've walked my over-qualified legs right out of his penthouse the moment he screamed at me for wearing a tutu with his daughter, but stupid me, I didn't.

I'm a woman who knows my own worth. And more than anything, I deserve love. Wild, passionate, all-consuming love. What I did not deserve was being forced to hang around my small town to watch the jerk who left me at the alter fawn over his new wife.

Here I am, Cat, Hollywood stunt double turned unwilling guest in Damien Drakonar's dragon-infested soap opera. Yep, that Damien—the hot, broody dragon shifter prince who's as infuriating as he is mysterious. And guess what? He's decided to keep me around because of some cosmic joke involving twin flame marks. Apparently, we're destined to be together—talk about a plot twist! As I try to wrap my head around our supposed bond, this little secret of ours doesn't stay quiet for long. We've got a traitor in our midst, causing more trouble than a season finale of your favorite reality TV series.

I came to the BDSM club on Bratva business. Now that I'm here, I know exactly what I want. Or, rather, whom. The lovely blonde who doesn't belong here. The one who requires a delicate touch. She’s in over her head, but I swear, by the time I'm through with her, she'll be begging for more.

I didn’t want to be paired with her. The perfect, crushable blossom who looks like she will safe-word after one stroke of my cane. The former roommate of my bratva brother’s new wife. I won’t fall for her eagerness to please. Her steady submission. But when she takes all, I dish out, it becomes increasingly clear: she belongs to me now.

My name's Cat, and boy, do I have a tale for you. Imagine waking up to find yourself in a world utterly devoid of life's essentials—no Netflix, no Wi-Fi, and, brace yourself, not a single Starbucks in sight. Where, you ask? Well, that's a nightmare I'm still unraveling. Here's the scoop: one moment I'm pulling off a daring stunt on a Hollywood set, and the next, I'm gasping for air in a realm that's straight out of a fantasy novel. This place? It's overrun with werewolves, vampires, warlocks, fae, and, to top it off, dragons. Yes, actual fire-breathing dragons!

Sex is my escape. I'll do anything to keep it that way. No one knows my little secret. No one knows the real identity of the woman behind the webcam. By day, I'm Valencia—the sassy social media manager for the Colorado Yetis professional hockey team. By night, I'm Ruby Dix—my masked alter ego. It's the best of both worlds, as long as my two identities don't cross. But those worlds collide when the grumpy veteran hockey player and the charismatic rookie grab my attention online… And then at work.

When his unit brought the wounded warrior, Guilri, to my camp, I had no choice but to heal him. It would be inhumane to let someone so hot die. As he came back to life, I realized my mistake. He was a threat. Not to my body . . . but to my walled off heart. Only Guilri has been strong enough to tear down my barriers to love. But the goddess he fights for is a vengeful deity. She will not sit idly by as her champion finds love in the arms of a human woman. She will force him to choose . . . His destiny. Or his heart?

His eyes stick to me, burning my skin as I twirl across the stage. My legs ache with exhaustion, and my head spins, but his hunger pushes me to excellence. His voice echoes in my mind with each step, reminding me that my best isn't enough anymore. This Christmas, he's the only thing between me and rock bottom.

After my husband left, all I wanted was to find myself again. Turns out that's a lot easier said than done when my chronic pain has me canceling plans and everything I try reminds me of my inadequacies. Things only get worse when my attempt at exploring submission is a total disaster. But hope comes in the form of my stoic, stunning vampire friend, Blair. She offers to teach me, giving me a space to safely explore a side of myself I've kept locked away. It's meant to be platonic. Just one friend helping another. So then why can't I stop imagining what it would be like to take things further?

Finding out her boss is not who she thought he was has her turning to the one man who'd kicked her out of his bed after the best night of her life—Kyle "Ox" Matthews. As expected, he isn't open to listening to her or helping her with her problem. Kyle should let his past define his future, but when he finds out Eveline works for an opposing company, he closes the door on her as quickly as he can. When she comes to him with information about her boss, he dismisses it until he finds that there could be some truth in Eveline's claims.

After fighting impossible odds to get back to each other, newly-turned Vampire Erin and her Queen Lucía want nothing more than to run off into the sunset and enjoy a moment's peace. But when a group of Hunters emerges poised to put all supernatural life in their cross-hairs, their bubble barely has time to form before it implodes.

They're not just going to claim me. They're going to breed me. Waking up nearly naked in a forest with no memory of how I got there was bad enough. Then a pack of wolf shifters caught my scent. Five huge, fearsome brutes, naked like the wild beasts they are, throbbing with visceral need as they tear off what little I have on and push me down to my hands and knees to mount and rut me as their instincts demand.

My back end spins out as I pull down an alley that's nearly too tight for the car to pass. My grip on the stick shift tightens as I drop gears. Trash cans hit the bumper and fly over the top of the vehicle, but I can't stop. The pointé is not the only thing I'm balancing over. I'm in too deep this time, and they are coming after me. I arrive at the door of the only person in the world I trust, but it's not my old dance teacher who answers my call. It's her son. Diego.