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Once again, Jax has found himself in the thick of it. His party needs to escape, make changes and improve on the incomplete and barely manned ships they stole. With the city, not to mention the Dark Legion, gearing for war, he has only one choice available. Landfall. Jax and his people must take the risk of landing aboard the possessed, infested, and crumbling Sunken City. They need to move people, resources, and more around. While preparing the ships, the new citizens, and hell, Jax needs to meet most of the people who followed him blindly on the promise of a better life.

Life at Nyx's Station has been a little tense of late. There are the fugitives she's hiding, the Harvester of Worlds she still doesn't know what to do with, and then there's the ex-boyfriend she's been avoiding. So when someone from her elusive past shows up in Earth Between, Nyx jumps at the distraction—and the chance to finally get some answers. The only problem is, her childhood friend Seth has no intention of answering any of those questions.

The neighborhood of North Seleth has suffered—and not just the Holver Alley Fire. Poverty and marginalization are forcing people out of the neighborhood, and violence on the streets is getting worse. Only the Rynax brothers—Asti and Verci—and their Holver Alley Crew are fighting for the common people. They've taken care of the people who actually burned down Holver Alley, but they're still looking for the moneyed interests behind the fire.

With tentative peace established in Faerie, Thierry returns to her job as a conclave marshal in Texas while the countdown to her coronation begins. But what happens in Faerie doesn't always stay in Faerie. A crown wasn't Thierry's only souvenir from her trip. Her new husband, Rook, is scheming again, and this time his plans are invading her dreams.

Quiet, thoughtful princess Thanh was sent away as a hostage to the powerful faraway country of Ephteria as a child. Now she's returned to her mother's imperial court, haunted not only by memories of her first romance, but by worrying magical echoes of a fire that devastated Ephteria's royal palace. Thanh's new role as a diplomat places her once again in the path of her first love, the powerful and magnetic Eldris of Ephteria, who knows exactly what she wants: romance from Thanh and much more from Thanh's home.

Two months after an investigation that nearly put Elias Roche behind bars, the former cop turned mob enforcer has endeavored to separate himself from his past by going straight. Now working as a private investigator, his attempts to build himself a quiet life have so far been promising. However, while Manhattan's Lower City is in the midst of a reignited mob war, Elias is faced with finding a man who doesn't want to be found, absolving a machine of a murder charge, and discovering a network of secrets that keeps the world turning, almost literally.

Maine cast a good luck spell to save the love of her life from prison, but at what cost? Magic is controlled by chaos, and with every instance of magically enhanced good luck comes some corresponding bad luck. Sage is free, but so is the Demon who created the Mantle. The Demon has escaped from his celestial prison. He is gathering his minions and is gunning for the Mantle. But the Mantle isn't the only weapon the Demon wants. There are other, more powerful items around . . . and none more so than Father Time's Clock.

Monty was dead until he wasn't. His body was no longer his own, having been shoved into a dying priest in the heart of a totally different world of magic and death. The priest had been protecting a caravan—a duty Monty now inherited—and he was faced with bandits and worse, all while keeping up the façade of his stolen identity. Luckily, the priest had been capable of miraculous [Light] magic, and now so was Monty. He could heal . . . and he could kill. And he would, without hesitation. He'd rather not die again.

My grandparents and their entire pack are missing. I'm left with one clue . . . A gorgeous, infuriating traitor who just exposed the supernatural world to humans. There's only one place I can turn for help. My silver wolf pack I ran from to escape my pain. And now, I regret coming back. Because he's here. Killian—the man who revealed our secrets and led to the humans attacking us in the first place. The one who may be my only chance at finding my family. Even worse . . . he's my fated mate.

When a case takes me to the wilderness of Northern Maine, I'm not even sure there's a paranormal angle. Two girls walked into the woods one night and only one of them came back. She's so traumatized by what she saw that she hasn't spoken a word since. The police come up empty-handed so the girl's father hires me to find out what happened. Getting out of Dearmont for a while seems like a good idea—especially when there's an ancient wizard trying to force me into using a cursed sword—so I pack the mosquito repellent and head north.

The lost land of the Aoi has returned to the earth from which it was cast forth millennia ago. And though the battle for survival must be the primary focus, there are always those eager to seize power. Though King Henry demanded that Prince Sanglant accept his crown, many may refuse to honor the dying king's wish. Liath, Sanglant's wife, has been excommunicated and unless he agrees to put her aside, his own aunt, Mother Scholastica, is threatening to interdict Sanglant.

New witch Samantha Sinclair is in over her head. There isn't a healer alive who can teach her how to use her magical gifts. When she unearths an ancient grimoire that belonged to a magical practitioner from the lost colony at Roanoke, she decides not to look gift cougars in the mouth. But the more she reads, the more Sam realizes that the similarities between herself and the long-dead healer aren't mere coincidence. It's like she's reading about her life. One son who became alpha. Check. Two dominant shifters vying for her attention. Check. A lost community never to be heard from again? Uh oh.

I should have just kept ignoring my phone. Just like I've been doing for the last couple months. It's been a concerted effort, since my investigation skills are in demand after a string of high-profile cases. But I haven't been interested in more business. I've been more focused on other things. Too bad Serena Adams doesn't care what I want. Hell, she doesn't even want to hire me. She just wants me to know that three bodies are going to drop today. And that after the tally hits three . . . I'm next.

Regan has a new mission, given to him by the Cosmic power Creation. While his heart yearns to return to his loved ones, he can't ignore this. Not when the fate of his and an untold number of other universes depends on him taking action. Now he must cross the realm of Hellia to find a way to destroy something that seems eternal. At least he isn't alone. With Kala, some interesting residents of Hellia, and other unlikely allies joining him, Regan might finally destroy this prison once and for all.

After narrowly escaping from Rome, Lady Victoria Gardella returns to London, where not even sunrise can stop a vampire's carnage . . . Ruining Victoria's homecoming, a vampire stalks the streets of London—during the daylight. Not only is Victoria unable to detect the vampire with her heightened senses, but she's being framed as the prime suspect behind the killings. Meanwhile, her heart is still divided between the enigmatic Sebastian Vioget and her fellow slayer Max Pesaro.

Leira Berens thought the war to reclaim magic was over . . . but it was just beginning. Ancient magic has been uncovered and Dark Forces are putting it to good use. Anybody need a human being changed into a hairy beast to do your bidding? History is coming back around to repeat itself . . . and it's looking for a score. An old enemy will reveal themselves to tip the balance in someone's favor as the prophesy comes to life and a new force enters the war on magic.

Darium Blackseed is convinced his destiny has been determined from birth. Being the eldest of the three brothers, he is expected to follow in his father's footsteps, being the Sin Eater of the land of Mura. Taking on the sins of the dead isn't a hard job, but it dooms one's soul for all eternity. Everyone fears a Sin Eater. Darium has accepted that he will never find love, since no woman would go anywhere near him. When a tear in the veil between two worlds appears, a portal opens to the Land of the Dead. Spirits and dark entities start to emerge, and Darium must close it.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

The game of kings and conquerors is not meant for a mage to play, much less a thief. Kaylin finds herself neck-deep in intrigues and dark dealings. Those she's getting used to. She was not ready to deal with the added complication of a young and impetuous king. Yet there is something even worse on the horizon, and no one seems willing to see it. On the way to getting people's head out of the sand, Kaylin's got plenty to worry about. Not the least of these concerns is keeping the city she cares about from being put to the sword.

I lived a pretty ordinary life—a kid raised in my family's bar who went off to college to escape the small-town life. But when my grandfather died and I returned to take over the family business, I discovered a much more extraordinary world waiting for me. Vampires, werewolves, and fae are real. And they want my baby. My daughter is meant to fulfill some crazy prophecy related to the end of all magical creatures, but I'm having none of that. Now, since I can't get rid of them, the three Sexies who walked into my bar that fateful, stormy night, work for me.