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A desperate mother. A dubious escort. And a deranged author who won’t leave them alone. Caroline Lindley is determined that her new romance novel will be her best one yet. Fantasy! Formal gowns! Fencing! And, of course, a twentysomething heroine to star in an enemies-to-lovers plot with all of Caroline’s favourite tropes. But Lady Rosamund Hawkhurst is a thirty-six-year-old widow with two children, her sole focus is facilitating a peace treaty between her adopted nation and her homeland, and she flatly refuses to take the correct approach to there being only one bed. What’s an author to do?

Nevada Baylor runs a small-time detective agency in Houston, Texas, busting scammers, exposing cheaters, and dealing with petty criminals. She's very good at her job–helped by a magical ability to sense when someone tells the truth or lies. But when she's forced into accepting a case to find a radical pyrotechnic who can conjure heat and fire at will, Nevada knows she's out of her league. To bring him to justice, she'll have to join forces with someone who wields an even more dangerous power.

#1 New York Times bestselling author Ilona Andrews launches a brand-new Hidden Legacy series, in which one woman must place her trust in a seductive, dangerous man who sets off an even more dangerous desire . . . Nevada Baylor is faced with the most challenging case of her detective career—a...

I could have been anything I wanted: a chef, a chauffeur, a pianist, an artist, an aristocrat...but where would the fun be in that? In my past life, I'd been one of the world's greatest demonologists, and horned lords and masters of the inferno had cringed and trembled with terror at my name.

I never expected I’d become a mighty wizard, let alone a married man with five wonderful brides, but it seems things have been working out in my favor. My lair is expanding, new opportunities abound, and I’ve been taking lessons from some of the most powerful hearthomancers to have ever lived. But that dang noise keeps ringing in my ears. Where is it coming from? And how is a phantom from my past, long since thought defeated, now threatening not just my life, but the lives of everyone I know and care about?

I'm Bree, and I see dead people. Not all dead people. Only those with unfinished business. They're everywhere—I'll be eating my breakfast, and a poisoned heiress glares over my Cheerios. I've returned to my hometown of Grimdale to cat-sit for my parents while I plan my next move. I'm looking forward to raiding their fridge, hanging out with their two kittens, and staying far, far away from anything supernatural. But I forgot that I'm never alone in Grimdale. The three ghosts I used to play with as a kid are back in my life again. Only now I'm their age, and they're infuriatingly attractive.

They were just a bunch of ordinary demonologists trying to summon an ordinary demon...but at the moment of summoning, something went wrong. Still, demon or demonologist—what was the difference to them, anyway? Either way, they were going to have fun.

Vitus Adamson is falling apart. As a pre-deceased private investigator, he takes the prescription Atroxipine hourly to keep his undead body upright and functioning. Whenever he is injured, he seeks Niko, a bombshell mortician with bedroom eyes and a way with corpses, to piece him back together. Decomposition, however, is the least of his worries when two clients posing his most dangerous job yet appear at his door looking for their lost son.

I can handle anyone who walks into my pub. Except him - the most powerful vampire who ever lived. The First. Dark, damaged, and hot as hell. He says I’m his one and only Vampire Bride, and that five years ago, I buried him alive. Obviously he’s crazy, because I don’t remember any of that. All I know is that if I want to escape his vengeance, I have to help him infiltrate a deadly secret society.

Ciara is the best damn wedding planner this side of anywhere, but she's no thief. That's exactly what the sexy-ass dragon shifter has accused her of - stealing his treasure. She's going to steal something of his all right, his sanity, if he doesn't let her go so she can get back to giving couples their happy-ever-afters. It's the best way to ignore the fact she's sure she'll never get her own. Not with any man, or even a dragon.

One month after Nora's violent induction to the dangerous supernatural side of Detroit, she's finally settling into her new life as the underworld's token human. All she wants to do is mind her own business, enjoy her new friends, and stay safe. But that's easier said than done when she's such an enigma to everyone around her. Thanks to her unique psychic abilities, she's garnered a reputation for being mysterious and powerful. When the alpha of a local werewolf pack asks her to help him figure out who is stealing from him, she can't say no.

Ryan Mitchell has survived for five years in another world by keeping everyone else on the far side of his shield...including people. The "Untouchable Knight" doesn't do friends. He doesn't let anyone close enough to matter. She changes that.

My name is Danny Abbott. I went to bed thinking I had just another day at the office waiting for me. Instead, I find myself in Dungeon World, a planet-wide RPG-themed amusement park. The monsters are real, the perils are deadly, and the people in charge are long gone. Sure, maintenance worker sounds like a weird job to be stuck with—until I find out that it lets me reroll chests, disable traps, and access the park's hidden paths and back halls. Then I realize that the world is my oyster.

My name is Robert Grailmont. Since I was young, I felt a call to serve, to be a respectable and dependable leader. But when my ambitions were derailed by corruption and greed, I found a new calling—one from another world. "Dark Lord, we need you!" Now I must take up the crown. Duskhaven, the land of my ancestors, was conquered and enslaved by Alruna, Goddess of Light. With the blessing of the Goddess of Night, I shall retake our land and bring forth Ascendant Queens, my lovers and avatars of darkness’s might.

My name is Robert Grailmont. Since I was young, I felt called to serve my fellow citizens, rising through the political ranks with a senator’s seat in my near future. But when I tried to reveal the scandal of the century, I found myself framed by the very people I was trying to expose.

Before our kingdom can rise, we’ll need an army. That’s the thought that keeps me up at night. My name is Robert Grailmont, and I am the Dark Lord of Duskhaven. Two hundred years ago, our nation was destroyed by the goddess of light and the Luminark Empire. We have made great advances since my coronation. With my ascendant queens by my side, we’ve risen from a group of starving refugees to a true nation.

To end an empire, I must do the impossible. Since my arrival in Turmont, I have risen as the Dark Lord of a defeated kingdom. With the power of a god and my four magically empowered queens, we have begun to rebuild our tortured kingdom. But our work isn't done. Many of our people remain enslaved, and we must shatter their bonds and break their captors.

When I bound myself to a rundown magical manor, I never expected I’d become a mighty hearthomancer, warden of an imprisoned demon and protector of Earth. Still, it worked out pretty well. I’ve got a few side hustles opening up, rent income is steady, and wedding bells are in the air. But now, some jerk who calls him Damnation’s Architect is trying to ruin everything. He’s been conspiring for centuries to destroy my home and bring about the apocalypse. It’s up to me and my brides-to-be to save the day.

Mia’s biggest nightmare is about to manifest—her mother is coming to town with her husband du jour in tow. Never mind the sorry state of the garden, the hormonal inches insulating Mia’s waist, or the Orca-sized cat that likes to rest her girth on Mia’s head in the middle of the night when she’s too tired to object.

The youngest siren sister, Ceto is weary of an existence driven by hunger, no better than a fish. She trades her tail for legs, marries the first man she meets, and bears a daughter—only to find domesticity as suffocating as the sea. Craving more, Ceto flees with her daughter Naia back to the ocean, where she reinvents herself as the star of a mermaid burlesque, performing in a lavish tank carved into the limestone cliffs above the waves.