Results narrated by "Sebastian Grove" in All categories

Dropping papers off at my boss's house shouldn't be a big deal. Except that I'm in love with him, and I have a little fantasy that he secretly feels the same. An unexpected change in his demeanor makes me think my fantasy is finally coming true, but the second I realize I'm dealing with his identical twin, the storm of the century unleashes a mudslide, trapping me at his house. It's way too late to question what could possibly go wrong. The only question remaining is if I'd rather save my job or my heart.

Connor: I lied to protect her… but now I’d burn the world to keep her. It started as a lie. I found the letter in my cellmate’s trash—his little sister reaching out, just wanting a connection. I missed my own sister, so I wrote back, pretending to be him. Just one letter. One lie. But I...

I woke up in jail with three men fighting over who gets to claim me—and none of them are even human. Number One is a leather-clad demigod with a belt that does more than hold up his jeans. Number Two is a rogue secret agent with a habit of giving orders like he expects to be obeyed. Number Three is a flirty charmer who's convinced I'm his soulmate.

In this spellbinding debut fantasy, passion and peril entwine in a tale of curses, monsters, and forbidden desire. Perfect for fans of dark romance, this sweeping first installment introduces a heroine whose heart may be as dangerous as her power. Born with the blood of a hell god in her veins...

Holly Riley was many things. Sassy, snarky, easily irritated, and curvy. None of those things aligns with the ideal image of a proper omega. With her Senator father breathing down her neck, Holly is running out of time to find a pack on her own terms. But no one, not even Holly, expected her to scent match with her brother's biggest rivals. And she never thought they would smoosh her cupcake. In a perfect world, Holly would be swept away by her pack... in this world, they would have to fight for her on and off the ice.

First, Coffeezilla torpedoes my career as a barista. Then he dangles my dream job like a carrot on a stick. So what do I do? Make a deal with the devil. I learned the hard way: trust no one. That’s why I’m stuck serving lattes in the first place. Then Trent Saunders, aka Satan, waltzes in. Mr. Hot Shot is too busy barking into his phone to stop and read. Is it my fault he missed the big DO NOT USE sign on the table? OK, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed when he spilled coffee all over himself. But he deserved it.