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I kept our baby a secret, thinking it was the right decision. And it was… until I found myself in a mess greater than any Hollywood movie could ever portray. Working as a PR executive for a brilliant director was supposed to be fun. Little did I know that I'd meet not one but four men of my dreams. Each of them has me swooning over their chiseled abs and charming smiles, and it's putting my job at risk.

There once was a girl with fireflies in her eyes and music in her soul. Remember her... she's important. She's the reason I panic-bought the little brick house on Maple Street, the one I lived next door to for eight magical years. Now that I'm back digging up floorboards and lost journals, I can't stop thinking about the two people who grew up here. You see, that girl was my best friend, and this house was once hers. She also had a big brother who was my everything before circumstances turned us into nothing more than memories.

A few months ago, we danced. We flirted. I've never wanted a woman more. But she was too young for me. Too unguarded. Wide-eyed college girls with curves for days don't end up with possessive bikers that have blood on their hands. Somehow, I found the strength to push her away. Now she's back, walking into my tattoo shop and asking another man to put his mark on her skin. Over my dead body. If she gets inked, it'll be by my hand or no one's. My bad boy biker rep might not match with her sunshine. But I know we belong together, so this time I'm not letting her go.

My life's nowhere near perfect. Sure, being a top curator in the industry should be a big deal, but it's like walking a tightrope between my true passion and trying to pick up the broken pieces of my life. Then there's Damian Romano, the source of my frustration. He's an arrogant, self-centered, ruthless businessman. Yet, the more time I spend with him, the line between his true self and the facade he presents to the world blurs. I hate it. Hate not knowing who the real version of him is. I hate everything about it. Everything but him.

When Aleksei Morozov tilted my chin up with a single finger and kissed me, I slapped him like a good girl should when her new boss treats her like his property on her very first day on the job. Then I spent the night fantasizing about him doing absolutely shameful things to me, and when he kissed me again the next day, I just knelt at his feet, undid his pants, and begged for what I needed. By the time I found out he's a Bratva kingpin, he'd already made me his in every way. Now I'm bare and bound to his bed, knowing I'm about to take it really, really hard.

When my parents passed, leaving my siblings and me completely alone in the world, I was broken—thrown down a path of reckless decisions. Seven years later, I was finally gaining solid ground. The bold attitude I'd held for most of my life had been shaken but not shattered. Except when it came to matters of the heart. As my mating heat approaches, I'm faced with the daunting task of finding a mate—of choosing one out of the four men that have stolen my heart.

A night of wine and witchcraft turns into a waking nightmare when Elara is torn from her world and thrown into the ruthless kingdom of Towerfall—where magick is power, and she's the prize. Auctioned to the highest bidder, she's claimed by Ronan, the King of Swords—a warrior with ice in his veins and vengeance in his heart. He doesn't believe in fate. He doesn't believe in love. But Elara isn't just another pawn in his deadly game—she's sharp and cutting, a woman who defies him at every turn.

There's only one way to keep her safe now—she must play the part… my fiancée. But I see how she looks at me. She hates me. Before long I'll have her beneath me, begging for more. I don't play nice, and I never lose. I'll groom her into what she was always meant to be—my queen. She was born to rule beside me in this bloody empire. Every look of defiance only fuels the fire between us. But she's hiding something—I'm not blind. Her belly is growing, sealing our bond in blood.

After catching her fiancé in bed with someone else, Stella swore off love. But when her best friend vanishes, leaving behind only a cryptic tarot card, she's pulled through a portal into the ruthless realm of Towerfall—landing in the middle of a fight between two dangerously gorgeous warriors. Prince Valen Greymourn has two weeks to marry, or his parents will force him to take a bride. It's a problem, considering his heart already belongs to his best friend and captain of the guard, Marek Drayk.

When I threw Riley Murphy over my shoulder and carried her off after killing the bastard who dared to touch her, I swore to myself that I was only bringing her home with me to keep her safe. She's an eighteen-year-old orphan who deserves a man who'll tell her she's his good girl. Not a ruthless Bratva boss who'll make her scream for him before he's even inside her. But the moment I pulled her cute little panties down for a much-needed spanking and found her soaking wet, I knew I'd be taking her innocence in the same bed I tucked her into last night.

I'd spent my entire life voiceless. Ignored. Put to the side. All because I couldn't communicate with the humans that I was forced to be around. All because I wasn't surrounded by my kind. My parents subjected me to the worst type of loneliness because of their history—their hatred.

They whisper my name in fear—the Gray Prince, the bastard son of the king and his succubus courtesan. A prophecy claims I will sit on the ruined throne, but the last thing I need is the dead weight of a crown on my head. Nothing matters to me but Pyrah. My dragon shifter mate brings light to the otherwise dark gloom of my life. I would do anything to protect her. But another dragon stalks Pyrah, hungering to make her his own. Worse still, the queen's knights hunt us relentlessly—not to kill, but to capture. Whatever sinister plot the queen weaves, Pyrah is the missing thread.

For years, I've tried to hide my attraction to him because I know it's one-sided. Gabe is fiercely protective of me, but that's as far as his affections go. He's older than me–something he reminds me of often—and he takes his role of caring for me seriously. But when a family tragedy brings us together, grief and comfort lead to a fiery night of passion. I might have given in to my desires, but I refuse to let this change things between us. I know that Gabe will convince himself that staying with me is the right thing to do.

Harmon Keyes lives by a singular motto: Family first, justice for all. It’s the creed that sustained him when he left special forces and started an ex-military motorcycle club. There, his creed drove him to put his unique skills to good use righting the wrongs left unpunished by the law. But there’s one wrong he’s been waiting years to make right and her name is Daria Sinclair. Family first. Daria’s father is Harmon’s sworn enemy—the man who destroyed his sister’s life. Justice for all. Daria is his ticket to vengeance, and her innocent nature makes her the perfect pawn in his revenge.

Good looks and wads of cash usually get me whatever I desire, unless I desire a box of my favorite cereal at the grocery store right before it closes. As if tonight's loss wasn't bad enough, I'm now watching said box of cereal, my literal good luck charm, disappear in some woman's cart. The brazen woman denies my cash offer along with my proposal for a more intimate payment. How much loss can a man take in one day? At this point, who cares how rude I am to her? She's public enemy number one, and chances of seeing her again are slim to none.

I couldn't protect the one person I swore to save. I failed her. Revenge was my mission, my reason to wake up. Getting recruited by Altman Hotels saved me. Until I ran into her: Denielle Keller. She represented the dark that had started it all. I avoided her for as long as I could. Now, we live under the same roof. And my hate for her is stronger than ever.

"You gonna catch me if I fall, Becks?" I should have known those words, whispered to my best friend's brother, would come back to haunt me... But I had no idea he'd be the only one who could save me when my world threatened to come crashing down. Becket Kingston is a lot of things. Tall, dark, and deliciously handsome, he's corded muscle hidden beneath an expensive suit with eyes the color of an angry ocean and a sharp tongue good for so many things. And this future US Senator with a brain even bigger than his bank account is about to be my fake husband.

When I met Dominic Reed, I got my first taste of death and became addicted to its flavor, its potency. I died when I fell in love with him and his thunder. Now, the death staring me down isn't the pretty metaphorical kind, but the kind that chases you down until your heart gives out. All because of love. Stupid love that I didn't even understand or want, but feelings were nonconsensual little devils. Dominic had started that revelation. Blake confirmed it.

Once upon a time, Davis Westbrook was my small-town fairytale. We fell in love at 16. Married at 21. High school sweethearts destined for forever. Then, in one cruel moment, fate stormed in, knocked over our white picket fence, and stole our happy ever after. Davis and I moved on with separate lives. I run the local veterinary clinic. He is Honey Hill's hot-as-hell chief deputy sheriff. And we're nothing but cordial exes, politely keeping our distance around town.

When Shane Kavanagh waltzed into the Murphy pub as if he owned the place, what set my heart racing wasn't his brash arrogance, his obnoxiously gorgeous eyes, or his scolding yet sexy tone. It wasn't even him promising to spank me and then ravage me the way no man has ever dared. It was how he made me feel like a naughty little girl and a blushing virgin when I was neither. I'm the daughter of a powerful Irish mafia family and he's the boss of a rival organization, but when he rides me with his belt tight around my throat it doesn't make me want to call a hitman.