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Anya - a stoic, blue-winged angelic warrior - was bitten by a demon prince in battle, and now she has precious little time to find a cure for his deadly venom. But the only archangel with the power to stop the dark poison from corrupting her body and soul is missing. She’ll have to trust her guide, the outcast high demon Dommiel, who is as handsome as he is dangerous if she has any hope. An outcast of his own kind, high demon Dommiel stays under cover while the war between angels and demons rages on.

Former bodyguard D Hunter has moved to Los Angeles to become a talent manager. Business is good: He has signed a hot Atlanta rapper named Lil Daye for management and negotiated a lucrative endorsement with a liquor band. However, when D learns of the liquor CEO's unsavory sexual habits and reactionary political views, he worries that he has sold his soul. Back in Brooklyn, a body has been found in the waters near the Canarsie Pier, a body that connects D and the retired hit man Ice to incidents from back in The Plot Against Hip Hop, the second book in the series.

Having always done what is expected of her, Mila dresses the part, only dates college boys with exemplary backgrounds, and doesn’t ask questions. Not about her papa’s absences or his refusal to let her set foot in her birthplace - Russia. Suffocated by the rules and unanswered questions, Mila does what she’s always wanted to. She boards a plane to Moscow. She never expected to fall for a man on the way. One with unexplained wealth, tattoos on his hands, and secrets in his eyes. But it doesn’t take long for his caress to become a rough grasp muffling her screams.

In a night of blood and death, fate brought us together. I thought I was saving the life of an innocent man, a man I'd never see again. I was wrong. A slight shift in the air. A glint of silver eyes in the darkness. I may not see him, but I know he's there. My angel of death, lurking in the shadows, watching over me. Protecting me before disappearing into thin air until we meet again. A man who took a bullet for me. But he won't touch me, love me, or even share his name.

Maddie Stevens has never felt good enough. Not good enough to keep her parents' love. Not good enough to be independent and stop being her brother's problem. Not good enough to build the future she wants. When she injures her ankle before a ballet audition that could change her career forever, she's convinced her life is over at twenty-one. What's the point of having dreams when they can go down the drain at any moment? Because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, her physical therapist turns out to be a tank-shaped grouch who doesn't even seem to like her that much.

Maddie Stevens non si è mai sentita all’altezza. Non abbastanza da guadagnarsi l'amore dei suoi genitori. Non abbastanza da smettere di essere un peso per suo fratello. Non abbastanza per costruire la vita che ha sempre sognato. Dopo un infortunio che potrebbe cambiare per sempre la sua carriera, è convinta che la sua vita sia finita. E poiché l'universo ha un crudele senso dell'umorismo, il suo fisioterapista si rivela un brontolone che non sembra nemmeno apprezzarla poi tanto.

Vaughn O'Keefe has been part owner of the Hog's Den for years. Privy to plenty of Disciples of the Road business, he's never been more ruffled as when a new recruit named "Smoke" walks through the door. Something about the man gets his blood pumping, but he knows to keep his preferences under wraps around the club. "Smoke" Callahan has done a couple of rehab stints and is finally clean, thanks to help from the Disciples. He's on the right path and isn't about to get sidetracked, no matter how much the guy who manages the bar gets beneath his skin.

Life is just full of crazy surprises with teeth. One day you're the forever-single wallflower keeping up the boring family furniture shop. The next, you're getting mouth-to-mouth from a scary hot stranger who wants to make your life a thriller novel. Yes, my disaster has a name. Micah Ainsley. Everything I'm not. Nothing remotely good for me. He's all wolf—moody, savage, and ferociously protective. I'm a human puppy. He thrives on secrets. Everybody knows what I had for breakfast. He's experienced. So experienced. I've never even been kissed.