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I always believed in fate. But I never expected fate to come in the form of four archangels, watching me from the shadows, guarding me from threats I didn't even know existed. Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Michael. Warriors. Protectors. Divine beings who had no business being in my world. And yet, they whispered of bloodlines long buried, of ancient power hidden within me, power that made me a target. A force that, if awakened, could change everything. They were meant to watch me, nothing more. But the longer we fought against what pulled us together, the harder it became to resist.

There's only one thing my inner panther and I agree on. This gorgeous woman, whose thighs I'd happily die between, is my mate. And I will protect her at all costs. Ideally, in my bed. But my fated mate has a magic that even she doesn't know about. The ability to see into shifters' souls and discover their true nature. And that hidden power puts her in the sights of enemies with mysterious magic of their own.

Aster Wildes is not only a witch on a mission, she's about to be a mother. In one tragic event, Aster lost everything she treasured most—the home she fought so hard to keep and the vampire who had stolen her heart. But Aster is no quitter. Once her daughter is born, she'll risk everything to resurrect her vampire, even when there's no guarantee such a dangerous spell will work.

Once again, I walk this earth alone. Destined for a life of misery as a Rogue—an Omega who can't be tamed. So, what's the point in trying to be desirable? I may as well just give in to the deadly stereotype. I just wish that I could forget about Brody. My scent match. Unfortunately, he belongs to three others. Theo, Alastor, and Kellen won't even let me near him. They think I'm a threat. A monster. Maybe they're right. Maybe the government should have sentenced me to death after all. Yet, if someone as kind as Brody could love me, then perhaps… I'm not as awful as I thought.

When Whitley Whitt becomes the chef at Castle Tepesh, she wants nothing more than to get the funds to buy back her grandmother's bakery and return to living her best life, reading romance and baking cupcakes. But the castle gets creepier day by day, and she thinks Connor O'Doyle is the biggest bosshole to ever live.

The promises of prophecy press in on Veyka Pendragon from every direction. An ancient darkness. A lost queen. A heartbreaking sacrifice. To save her kingdom, she will fulfill them all. She will not falter. But there are secrets still to be unraveled. Where is the Ethereal Queen? How will they join their power to finally banish the succubus? Those questions are easier than the ones Veyka must answer on her own, for saving her kingdom means leaving behind her mate.

Lynx shifter Addison has come to the quaint Montana town of Nickel City to work at a new, shifters-only daycare. She doesn't expect to meet a breathtakingly gorgeous man on her first day wrangling owl toddlers and armadillo kids. But she's been dazzled by a handsome face before and barely got away from her last controlling boyfriend. Can she trust her lynx's instinct that this is where she's meant to be at last?

Cowboy shifters … oh my! At Wolf Ranch, the men are feral for their women.

Mit einem verhängnisvollen Kuss hat mich Vampirlord Ragnor Rayne zu einer unmenschlichen Ewigkeit verurteilt. Schlimmer noch: Obwohl ich ihn hasse, verzehre ich mich nach diesem ultraheißen Typen, dessen Augen neonblau leuchten, wenn wir uns ganz nah sind. Dass Ragnor mich bei der Auktion an Lord Atalon verkauft hat, ist der bitterste Betrug in meinem neuen unsterblichen Leben. Ich habe mir geschworen, ohne ihn zurechtzukommen, mir eigene Verbündete zu schaffen.

The name's Joey Santana and my twenty-fifth birthday didn't necessarily go as planned. In a world where supernaturals and humans live together, I was attacked, then saved by none other than the Alpha of the Los Angeles Pack. But with survival came a price. And I wasn't sure if I was ready to pay it. Fast forward and I'm waking up the next morning in some stranger's house with a half-naked man coming out of a bathroom. Awkward. And it so happens to be the Alpha's son, Reed Stone. Right off the bat, he knows I'm trouble with a capital T since there haven't been any humans turned into supes since supernaturals were outed five years ago.

Welcome to Charm Cove, Maine—where the Good are Wicked, and the Wicked are Good . . . or maybe not. Nothing is ever as it seems, at least not in Charm Cove, Maine. Moira Wicked moves away in the hopes she can escape her fate, or destiny, or something along those lines. She yearns to lead a normal life. A few years away teaches her one glaring lesson. It's incredibly difficult to be normal when your first name means destiny, your last name is Wicked, and you do come from a family legendary for its witchy ways.

Cathy Earnshaw’s got the devil inside her—or at least that’s what the small, cultish community she’s spent her whole life trapped inside would say. She can sense death coming, and every loss sends her spiraling into a violent, uncontrollable episode of grief, wailing like a banshee across the swampy forests of the Lowcountry. With a secret as dark as hers, there’s no hope of relief, or escape, or finding someone with a chance of understanding. Until she meets him.

Cat shifter Simon refuses to jeopardize any of his nine lives, thank you very much. That saying "curiosity killed the cat" won't ever apply to him. No way, no how. Except . . . When he's out hunting for field mice one night, he finds the most wonderful whistle. It's magical and intriguing and so very, very pretty. He knows he should return it, but what's the worst that could happen if he blew on it first? Just once.

The shadows are in my blood. I can feel them crawling through me, slithering under my skin and taking me hostage. But the darkness within me isn't nearly as bad as the darkness that lives around me. The four Celestial Heirs will stop at nothing to destroy the lives of me and my sister. But they haven't figured out yet, that we're the strongest creatures they've ever known. And when that secret comes out, we need to be ready to face them as well as any other cruel Fae who rises against us.

Justice-Psy Eleri Dias knows the end is near for her, her mind one step away from fatal psychic exposure. In the short time that remains, she is determined to atone for an act of omission that has haunted her for a long, cruel decade. But that decision not only means facing a powerful changeling wing leader, but also putting herself in the path of a serial killer. Falcon wing leader Adam Garrett is fiercely protective of his family and his clan.

Private investigator Charlotte Davidson was born with three things: looks; a healthy respect for the male anatomy; and the rather odd job title of grim reaper. Since the age of five, she has been helping the departed solve the mysteries of their deaths so they can cross. Thus, when three lawyers from the same law firm are murdered, they come to her to find their killer. In the meantime, Charley's dealing with a being more powerful — and definitely sexier — than any spectre she's ever come across before.

Being a siren, Naomi has attracted attention all her life, but when working as a ghost artist, she can at least maintain some anonymity. She's never felt anything pull at her inner demon, until a certain crime boss locks eyes with her. He watches her like he's hunting her, and it's only a matter of time till he catches her . . .

Book 2 in the Wolves of Crescent Creek series. More details coming soon!

My secret's out. The mage council knows about my forbidden magic, and they plan to make an example out of me and everyone who knows the truth. Everything I feared for so many years is coming true. Running from my power didn't protect my secret or those I care about. So, I have to embrace my magic and all the death and destruction it leaves in its wake. The only way to evade the council is by working together with my mates as we travel to another realm.

Moving to Wyoming wasn't part of my five-year plan. Of course, neither was finding out my husband had a mistress. Or becoming a widow before the divorce was finalized. Really, nothing in the last six months has been anything less than a mess. Desperate for a fresh start, I pack up my life and move to the one place I've ever felt myself: Creek Falls. And it works, too, when I manage the statistically impossible feat of finding my scent matches.