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In a world divided by shadows and light, Seren was born between both. But her world shattered when the fae arrived, when she discovered one was her mate, and when the kingdom's shield cracked, revealing a whole new world. Trapped in the fae lands, Seren has no other choice but to make a deal. One that forces her into the brutal trials of Túr Rí. But this is no Guards Competition. To return home, she must survive three deadly trials, endure ruthless games, and face competitors who will stop at nothing to see her dead.

After years of hiding from her past, Lydia Anderson confronted all her demons to take her place at the heart of Pack Saint Clair at last. But just as she was poised to claim her victory and her lovers, one of them was ripped from her arms and from the pack itself. Rhett Cooper faces criminal charges far from home, and Lydia’s heat may arrive before he can be freed.

Enemies abound, within and without. The newest foe Aden had to face only showed that it's time for the kid gloves to come off. Aden will have to call on all of his bonds and gather every ally he can if they are to win.

You think I'll just lay down and give up? Think again. We're here to win!

Henry Buchanan is cold. Calculating. And rich. He's also the owner of the new Lions NHL team and my boss. Oh, and did I mention he's a grumpy sonofabitch whose girlfriend is cheating on him? Not that I'm going to say anything. It's none of my business anyway. Besides, we aren't friends. And we couldn't be more different if we tried. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. I was born scraping by for every meal. Still. I do need this job. And creating social media content for a bunch of hot hockey players is a walk in the park. Until the infamous Henry Buchanan starts to act jealous.

It had to be said that I didn't much care for the Devil. Especially when he tried to use me to control the Beast. But this was his mistake. As such, I had been granted early release, and as for the Beast… he was not happy. So now Hell had a problem. A big one. One named Abaddon who was currently tearing Hell apart trying to find me. Which meant I now had a choice to make. Let the Beast destroy all the realms or find myself a date.

As a knight of Talin and adventurer, Fortuna had been fully committed to living in two worlds in order to serve the country and its people. When unexpected disaster strikes, she finds herself on the brink, only to be saved by a mysterious butler who offers her a trade: the monster she'd killed in exchange for a meal. With nothing to lose, she accepts. The young knight finds herself invited into a magical dungeon that can appear anywhere at any time, where the patrons are served meals hunted by their own hand.

Hunter: I have a secret. One that will change everything. I made a deal, one I won't back out of. Only time has run out, and they will all know soon enough. Jace: She forgave me…but it’s not as simple as “I’m sorry.” I’m used to saying those words, and all is forgiven. But this is Mila Hart… nothing's ever gonna be easy with her. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Roman: I made a mess of my life before she came back, and it follows me still. Only now, I’m not alone in fighting my demons, and I have something worth fighting for.

Sometimes I wonder what my hockey career is worth. Blood, sweat, and tears, sure. But losing Ash? I can't.

The city of Coldlake, where everything appears bright and sunny, but is all blood and darkness beneath the surface. A city where killers hide in plain sight, and the ones you trust can turn on you in a heartbeat.

Fate turned on me, chewed me up, and spat me out. I’ve been dragged down into the depths of hell until my lungs burned and the light of day turned blood red. But I’m still breathing.

Hell. Just do your time, they said. It will be easy, they said. What's a hundred years sentenced to prison in Hell? Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time. Like most Imps, I am a mischievous sort, and that tends to annoy people, said people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived.

Jezebel and the elf guilds have been defeated. The elven goddess now resides in the Wolf King's lair, along with Daxas and the others. However, her attempts to destroy Daxas' dungeon and steal all the soul energy he had collected over time has not been without consequence.

Alexei Nikolaev. Blessed with the face of Adonis. Cursed with eyes colder than the arctic, and a past he can’t escape. His history is as tragic as a Dostoyevsky tale. He’s been on the FBI’s radar for years, but has managed to always stay a step ahead and just out of their grasp.

“One leaps, one slides, one flies. One will be chosen. One will be copied. One will be lost.” Those are the words of Sybilla's prophecy. Her visions all seem to come true in one way or another. Now the lives of three young women and the destiny of a hero hang in the balance.

Aden and team have won the day, but not without paying a price. Some traitors have been reveals and others defeated. He has gained the resources of an entire robotics company and with it gained a measure of independence, but for every solution there seems to be another question. Aden will do what he does best: survive and push on. The key difference between now and the rest of his life is that he doesn't have to do it alone.

The Pact is Over. And the lies keep building.

Books saved my life after losing my parents as a teenager. Now as a librarian, sharing books with teens to get them through hard times is a privilege and joy. So imagine my surprise when I meet Prescott, a man who values the same things as me. He runs the teen outreach center and is giving his life to make the world a better a place. It’s like we’re a match made in heaven. After a whirlwind night where love is at the tip of both our tongues, I learn that maybe we aren’t the same after all…

Who says no to five-star travel? I should have. Isn’t retrospect a b*tch? Life was so much easier before him. Going home should mean regularly scheduled programming. Except, something’s different. I just can’t figure out what.

Chuck McArthur is a tall, dark, and handsome man who happens to love books as much as I do. He calls me Cookie, just like his gramps, and I’m more than eager for him to have a taste. Luckily for me, he likes a woman with some curves, and lucky for him, his dirty talk is quickly becoming my favorite sound.