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Reunited with my men, I'm ready to take on the darkness that's spreading across the land. But the darkness is spreading in me too, and I'm not sure I'm strong enough to stop it. With the future itself on the line, I've got to harness my new powers and confront Midian and his demons head-on. As kingdoms clash and magical barriers come down, I'm prepared to fight to save everything I hold dear. I'm ready for the ultimate battle. The question is, am I ready for the ultimate sacrifice?

I was used as a pawn in a sinister war. I spent my entire life slaughtering demons and consuming their souls one by one—now, I’m fated to three of them. The secrets of my past haunt me, and the truth of who I really am comes as a shock to us all. The only way to right my wrongs is to make sure it never happens again. I must put a stop to the bloodshed and align with the very monsters whose lives I’ve threatened. We will win this war if it’s the last thing I do. One thing is certain: I can only save my people if I sacrifice myself.

All is not well in Arch City. Grave has won the respect of the therians, but at what cost? His people have been attacked, so it's time to do what a supervillain does best... get revenge. But even if he squashes the rival gang like a bug, other, more powerful foes are circling. Ranger is still hunting him, but he has a plan for the world's strongest man, while other threats south of the border have noticed the new player in town. To face them, he needs to master his magic and marshal his resources. Speaking of resources, there is a problem with the money. A problem he has to fix personally.

After the makeover of the century, I walk onstage in too-high heels… and trip in front of thousands of people! I'm saved from becoming a face-plant meme by Brokk, who catches me in a romantic dip that makes my tummy flutter. Which it so totally shouldn't. Because Brokk's not just the hunky model on my book covers. He also lives 24/7 in an orc costume with tusks and green skin. I might write monster romance and wish I had an orc of my own, but monsters aren't real! How can I take this guy seriously?

Martha has enrolled on a six-month exchange program to the planet Ven, whose people have recently made first contact with Earth. Newly single and broke, Martha looks forward to this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to find out more about the Venorians, an intriguing humanoid race of massive bronze-skinned people. As the son and heir of the Kran, planet Ven’s ruler, Krantor has four somars—men who are his lifelong bodyguards and companions. He loves them all dearly, but one of them, Prilor, he loves best of all.

What happens when you fall and hit the webtoons trope tree? You get killed by Truck-kun, get transported to a fantasy world by a sentient Fae coin, and become the first gay holy maiden. Jake Alexander is Not Happy to be sure. Fortunately in Jake's case, part of the trope tree includes the gorgeous Duke of the North, Theon. And starting a business from scratch, which he's always wanted to do. And revitalizing his new country which is on the verge of collapse.

Pro hockey star Shane Hollander isn't just crazy talented, he's got a spotless reputation. Hockey is his life. Now that he's captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, he won't let anything jeopardize that, especially the sexy Russian whose hard body keeps him awake at night. Boston Bears captain Ilya Rozanov is everything Shane's not. The self-proclaimed king of the ice, he's as cocky as he is talented. No one can beat him - except Shane. They've made a career on their legendary rivalry, but when the skates come off, the heat between them is undeniable.

The day I rode to the Rift with my brother the king, I never expected him to deliver me into the hands of our enemies. Desperate to stop the Deepnight from covering his kingdom in shadow, he's pledged me as a blood slave to King Laurent, ruler of the vampire kingdom of Nor Doru.

With the bonds I forged in the vampire court shattered, I seek refuge in a foreign kingdom. Surrounded by questionable allies, I long to forget the past. But every time I close my eyes, I see the men I left behind. My dreams haunt me, stirring up feelings and desires I'd rather forget. And then there's Midian, a king who shouldn't exist. He whispers in my mind, hinting at power that could be mine for the taking. Enticing me with the promise of true freedom.

I hate Dante Moretti. He is cold, calculating, and vicious. It’s no secret that he wiped out his former fiancée and her entire family on the eve of their wedding. He’s the kind of evil that makes even devils cry. But that’s not why I hate him.

My life was controlled by chaos until the night I first laid eyes on her. She became my obsession, my salvation, my angel. I never thought she would be mine, I thought my darkness would ruin her. But when her life is threatened, I can't hold back any longer. I'll raise hell on earth to protect her, to keep her safe, to make her mine. I don't deserve her, but I'm keeping her anyway.

My family is at war. With the Cartel and Bratva closing in on us, we need to make allies, fast. Our solution? Marrying me off to a pretty little Mafia princess. I'm expecting her to be a sweet, sheltered girl without a backbone like so many of the other women who grew up in our world. But looks can be deceiving, and it turns out my wife isn't exactly what she seems...

She thought she'd never find love. When the last of her four siblings found their fated mates, Evey McCoy was sure she was next. But, when the months pass with no special guy to sweep her off her feet, she settles into a comfortable relationship with an old friend. That is until a midnight arrival throws her world into chaos. Now she's got to break one heart in order to follow her own.

Music has always been the most important part of Del McCoy's life. So, when she lands a gig opening for Nashville's hottest country-rock band, she's convinced it's her big shot. At least until she learns the guy she just slept with is their lead guitarist. Turns out he didn't appreciate getting left in her dust.

With one glance at her in the club, I’m ready to claim her for the night. Dark, flowing hair. A smile that causes my heart to pound. Eyes that pierce my soul. And a perfect body that makes every part of me pulse. She’s addictive. Electrifying. Consuming. I’ve never wanted anyone more. Our eyes meet, but she looks right past me. She isn’t here for me. She’s here for the music. For the first time in my life, a woman makes me work for it. Her indifference fuels the fire inside me. The result? One night. No names. No introductions.

Warlord Tane of Atlan is a warrior, not a prince. So why is he wearing these ridiculous white pants and gold-trimmed jacket? And gods help him, why are there hundreds of females in glittering gowns, circling like vultures, expecting him to dance? The human producers of the Bachelor Beast television show thought this would be a good idea; dress up an unmated Warlord like a fairytale prince, invite hundreds of eligible human women to a “Cinderella Ball,” turn on their cameras, and record everything. And then he sees her. His mate. The only female who can tame his beast.

When my grandmother, the leader of the Rathmore Coven, summons me, I have no choice but to answer her call. To reach her, I must cross the Wood, the realm of Wotan, lord of the hunt. Rumors of his cruelty and brutality precede him, but nothing prepares me to meet the monster face to face. Because Wotan is more than a monster. He's a predator, a bully, and now he's claimed me as his pawn in his war against my grandmother. A master of torture, he's determined to master me, stripping me bare of all my secrets.

The day Bea was sent away from her home was the darkest of her life. Sure, becoming the alpha of the biggest pack in the state was a great opportunity, but it came with a price. She had to leave her family, her friends, and the love of her life behind to take the position. Surrounded by hostile strangers and whispers of mutiny, Bea wonders if it was all worth it.

Had she crashed into any other man's car, she could have walked away—but she hit mine. Upon seeing the bruises on her wrist, I struggled to contain my rage. Despite her objections, I refused to allow her to leave. Whoever hurt this innocent beauty would pay dearly. As a Russian Mafia crime boss who owns Chicago's most elite gambling club, I have very creative and painful methods of exacting revenge.

The more she fights me, the more I want her. That beautiful, sassy mouth of hers makes me want to push her to her knees and dominate her. I'm a Russian arms dealer and she's an innocent college student who doesn't even know she belongs to me yet, but that will change when I yank those skimpy shorts down and spank her bright red. I will teach her not to show off what is mine. Then I will make her scream my name. I had no right to take her, but I dare you to try to take her from me.