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The Beast had Belle. Killian Black has me. How I got here doesn’t matter, even though he says it does. Says it was my choice. He doesn’t get it, though. It wasn’t ever a choice for me. And now, he’s changing the rules. The agreement was one month. For 30 days, I’d be his. He’s no longer satisfied with my body alone, though. He wants my soul, too. Wants every part of me. And even though I can pretend I’m safe when I lie beneath him, this man does something to me. Something wicked. A thing that will break me.

EL DESTINO JUEGA CON LOS CORAZONES, Y A VECES EL AMOR SE VUELVE UNA MALDICIÓN ETERNAEn Frenesí, nos transportamos a Dublín, 1884, donde Killian Gallagher, un antiguo vampiro y magistrado de la zona norte de Irlanda, se cruza con Gabrielle Touré, una joven que se oculta tras la fachada de una solterona. Sin embargo, es su aroma lo que realmente lo atrae, despertando en él una seducción que no sentía desde su juventud, y un impulso que no puede controlar.Gabrielle, quien creció en un orfanato y oculta un oscuro secreto sobre sus padres, sabe que debe huir para salvarse.

Grimshaw leads the North Star crew on their most daring mission. When an ancient disease threatens to wipe out one of their few allies, Captain Grimshaw and Lieutenant Evans travel deep into enemy territory in search of a cure. The Kragak still lay dormant. Who knows what'll happen if the slumbering giants are disturbed? Meanwhile, Taza remains in the Shroud as he investigates a string of murders that could be linked to the deadly virus. Explorer-class vessels have already begun to report sightings of Aphnai war ships on the Fringe.

Get the North Star to the Galactic Sentinel, sign off with the Galactic Council, and return to Fleet Academy Four. It should have been easy, but compared to the Galactic Council, Earth’s politicians are girl scouts selling Peanut Butter Patties to their grandmothers. Widespread riots and whispers of Chimera terrorists only make matters worse, especially when the terrorists are better armed than most of Sentinel Security.

Jason Grimshaw has one job. Get the cadets to Colony 115. Just another day. Just another milk run. Or so he thought. When scanners pick up an unidentified alien vessel, it's already too late. With his ship blown out from under him, and his crew scattered across a war-torn planet, his day just keeps getting better. The good news is, one of the pilots survived. The bad news is, it's the biggest pain in his ass, and she's stranded miles away.

Blackwood is under siege and it's all my fault. My conscience won't let me rest until I've made sure the outcasts living here are safe. No harm will come to them because of my actions. And, since the Lords are out of commission—also my fault—they can't stop me. But it also means they can't bail me out. I have to figure this out on my own, or I'll never find closure on Em's murder. So I'll step through that portal. I'll face my fears and desires alike because Blackwood is in danger. And no one messes with my city.

Demons don't know how to love. Since I don't mix summoning and relationships, that's fine by me. But neither of those facts keeps us from sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night. And day. And pretty much any time not spent tracking down Em's killer. It was supposed to be a bluff. Going to them after they took everything—my apartment, my job. It was a power move. But now I'm here, living with three dangerous, powerful demons who can't decide if they want to bone me or bury me.

A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.

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