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Jaxon Imagine witnessing your mother's brutal murder. Imagine not being able to remember a single thing about what happened, even though you were there. It doesn't matter how hard I try: I. Can't. Remember! I was just a small boy when it happened. I must have tried to defend her because I have...

Lyla Oh, no! No! They didn't! I'm heartbroken when my group stumbles across a severely injured wolf on a hike. The animal is huge. The biggest male I've ever seen. He's gorgeous, even though his pelt is covered in blood. When he whines, I feel it deep inside my soul. I want to help him so badly...

There's a moment right before you lose everything. A heartbeat where you think you might make it . . . Then you realize you were never meant to escape. I'm just a barista. I make coffee, crack bad jokes, and keep my head down. But when Dorian Craven—brother to Seattle's most powerful...

Some lies burn forever. Some secrets turn to ash. Some loves refuse to die. Twenty-one years ago, I chose death over betraying the man I loved. But I didn't die. I vanished—reborn as the Syndicate's most feared enforcer. Wearing a mask, I climbed through dragon society's ranks, all to protect...

Twenty years ago, I saw my daughter die. Not in life—but in a vision. I left my eight-year-old that night with nothing but dinner and a promise she'd be safe. And then I walked straight into the clutches of my enemy—trading my life for hers. Now I'm the captive of dragons, a witch crafting...

The thing about being a PI? You learn to spot trouble a mile away. And Caleb Craven . . . he's trouble in a five-thousand-dollar suit. People say I've got a gift for finding what doesn't want to be found—secrets, lies, the things better left buried. Years in this business taught me one truth...

I was exiled by my pack three years ago when we found out that I’m a double alpha; too powerful to exist amid my own kind. I should have been put to death, but the council spared me. Now, I have to live by a bunch of rules. I’m not allowed to take a mate. There are no babies in my future. Humans can never find out what I am. No problem! At least it wasn’t a problem until now.

I was exiled by my pack over ten years ago. Why? Because I’m different and different is apparently bad. They are dead to me. I’m better off without them. I know the feeling is mutual. I built a cabin in the woods, away from humans…away from everyone and everything. Some might say I’m a hermit, but I like it just fine. The whole world can go to hell for all I care. I’ve carved out a place where I can just be. I’m at peace. That’s when she blunders onto my land.