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I shouldn't have remembered him. He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all. But I could feel him. The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies. My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark, and deadly attractive. There were enough sparks between us to light up a city. Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details...everything but our names. Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It's clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me.

Cillian Kildare is a monster wrapped in charm and sophistication. A gorgeous psychopath with venom in his veins and sadism driving every beat of his cold, black heart. When I'm sent to kill the vicious Irish mafia boss to settle a debt from my past, it's supposed to be simple. It becomes a lot less simple when Cillian catches me and carves his way into my darkest secrets and most deviant desires. Now, captured and bound as his prisoner plaything, he has new plans for me: an unholy marriage of inconvenience. He'll protect me from my past

A modern-day dark academia fantasy with a twist, perfect for fans of Babel and A Deadly Education. Warren University has stood amongst the ivy elite for centuries, built on the bones—and forbidden magic—of its most prized BIPOC students…hiding the rot of a secret society that will do...

In a mortal world colonized by the gods and ruled over by their cruel offspring, the Descended, Diem Bellator yearns to escape the insular life of her poor village. Her mother's sudden disappearance—and the discovery of a dangerous secret about her past—offer Diem an unexpected opportunity to enter the dark world of Descended royalty and unlock the web of mysteries her mother left behind.

The threat of war has arrived at Diem's doorstep, along with a new discovery that could save her people. To use it, she must survive the next thirty days by forming a devil's bargain with the people she hates most: the royal family of House Corbois. As she dives into the world of the Descended elite, Diem quickly realizes good and evil aren't as simple as they seem. Old prejudices are challenged, and new loyalties blur the line between friend and foe.

Serious relationships? Not my usual ride. As the Prez of the Steel Demons MC, my life has always been all about the thrill of the chase. But lately, those club bunny flings ain't cutting it. Deep down, I crave something more real, something with meaning. Then, outta nowhere, my past roars back. A night from five years ago, a hazy memory, and in a flash—a son I never knew about. This is how Ellie comes into my life, the game-changer. Her sister's vanished, and she's been raising my kid all by herself. The moment I lock eyes with Ellie, I'm hooked.

After her disastrous coronation, Diem finds herself at the center of the conflict between the Descended and the Guardians. With her newfound friends and the man she's falling for on one side, and the mortals she has vowed to protect on the other, Diem must walk a careful line to save the people she loves…even from each other.

Camden Harris, the famously hot, hulk of a footballer is laid up in a London hospital. But his busted knee doesn't stop him from running his well-practiced game on Indie Porter - his redheaded spitfire of a doctor. She's not his type, not even close. But she could be the perfect distraction from the soul-crushing damage this injury could cost him.

Before my junior year at Lincoln University, I promised myself three things. Just three. One: Actually dig into the whole sorority girl bit. Two: Stay away from athletes. Three: Seriously, stay away from athletes. When Professor Taylor posted our chem midterm partners, and I got stuck with the captain of Lincoln's Ice Hockey team, I was sure I'd be able to abide by rules two and three. After all, I was immune to Leo's whole "hottest guy on campus" thing. I grew up with him—my brother's best friend... Who I've been obsessed with since I was eight. F me.

Carmine Barone is a monster no one sees but me. A beautiful villain with a cold, black heart and a body honed for violence. But when I stumble into a world I was never meant to see, the ruthless mafia heir becomes something else, too: my husband.

In this heart-stopping installment in the New York Times best-selling Immortals After Dark series, a vampire swordswoman and a ruthless sorcerer become inmates in a hellplane prison.

Charming and seductive. Cold-blooded and merciless. Kenzo Mori, the wrathful king of the Mori Mafia family, is a sinfully beautiful devil with a heart of ice. He's an enemy who's had a target on my back for years. Now, he's my new husband. Our marriage of inconvenience is supposed to end the violence between the Bratva and the Yakuza. Little does he know, the real war has only just begun. Kenzo thinks I belong to him. I think he'd better sleep with one eye open. But while the enemy in my bed might be slowly dominating my nights and darkest fantasies, my heart is a battle he'll never win.

Jude "Lucky" Lucketti wasn't just a sexy, brooding construction worker. He was my own personal hero, showing up in all the right places at the right times. Like when my car broke down and I needed a ride home, and when I face-planted on the sidewalk right in front of him and had to be taken to the emergency room. We became friends, and it didn't matter that he was 16 years older than me. We had a lot in common - like our love of old rock music and vintage fast cars and our aversion to relationships.

I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

Ash Harrington's life is out of control. At 23 years old, he's suddenly the head of a multibillion dollar global corporation he is in no way equipped to run. His father is dying. His mother's run away. He's spent his entire adult life playing fast and loose with his life and his loves, but when he's dragged into a position of responsibility with the fate of the company on his shoulders, he goes spinning into freefall. And Brand Forsythe is the only man to catch him.

I blame the bubbles for my wild night with a masked stranger. Who cares if it's nothing this good girl would normally do - with a man who turns out to be my horrible boss? Who cares that I’m promised to someone else? I blame the alcohol for agreeing to marry him. As long as my new husband keeps his mouth shut, I can survive five years of our little arrangement. It's too late for anything else. But our impromptu wedding leads to so much more than I bargained for.

Once he was my enemy. Now, he's my boss. Rich, successful, viciously gorgeous, and sinisterly brutal, Alistair Black is every bit his last name. Morally black. Inky black heart. Devious black soul. In college, we were enemies. Rivals. Bully vs bully. I almost ruined his life. Now, ten years later, our paths cross again when I'm forced to work under him. And he hasn't at all forgotten or forgiven me for what I did to him back at school. Now he's my brooding, emotionally unavailable boss with the body of a god. And I'm his plaything.

I’m an unremarkable Pyromancer student; there’s no chance I’m skilled enough at runetracing to graduate—let alone take part in the war against the Silithik. Yet after a surprise attack on the Fifth Academy, I’m the only Pyromancer left alive. Now I’m thrust directly into a Dragon Quintelaide, an elite fighting unit comprising one member of each battle profession.