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This must be a mistake. There's no way the Goddess chose me to be a demon's bride. I barely have any magick, and certainly not enough to repair the bargain between witches and demons that's kept both our realms stable for centuries. But Eren is… nothing like I expected. Something about him calls to me. Tempts me. And he looks at me like no one else ever has—like I'm strong and worthy. Like he wants to keep me, cherish me… and sink those wicked, wicked fangs of his into me.

Josie Cole might be unlucky in love, but she's a pro at matching other couples. When her sister gets married to the man of her dreams, it'll be Cole Matchmaking Services one-hundredth match, and secure Josie a television special that would boost business. Private investigator—and werewolf—Ryder McManus doesn't believe in marriage. Catching cheating spouses has taught him there is no such thing as happily ever after. But then he never expected to find his fated mate, Josie, at his best friend's wedding festivities.

Ever since the world fell apart, I've been like a princess trapped in a tower, looking down at our chaotic new reality from an upstairs window and never allowed to risk the dangers outside. Then my father dies, and there's no one left to keep me safe from men no longer restrained by social boundaries. I need someone, and the leader of the local gang is my best choice. Rough and intimidating, he's no prince. But Levi agrees to keep me safe, and I do my best to keep him happy. Maybe I want more than a transactional relationship, but the world after Impact doesn't allow for romantic daydreams.

Dämonen jagen ist eigentlich auch nur ein Job wie jeder andere. Man macht Überstunden, hat eine Auszubildende, muss Leichen entsorgen und gelegentlich mal Teenager vor der Hölle retten. Doch als dunkle Mächte den Vatikan unterwandern und ein uralter Feind sich aus der Versenkung erhebt, bleibt Gin keine Wahl.

In einer Welt, die vom ständigen Konflikt zwischen Vampyren und Feen zerrüttet scheint, bin ich das Ende der Nahrungskette. Als ich offiziell erwachsen werde, endet die Verantwortung des Staates für mich. Natürlich kommt das so gut wie nie vor und ich bin dementsprechend schockiert, als ich gleich zwei Männern zugeordnet werde.

Der Frühling kehrt ein in Mercy Falls und mit der Kälte streifen die Wölfe ihre Pelze ab. Nach so vielen Wintern in Wolfsgestalt ist es nun Sam, der sich seiner menschlichen Haut sicher sein darf und nur noch auf eines wartet: Graces Rückkehr aus dem Wald. Doch ihr Glück währt kurz. Als man ein Mädchen findet, das von Wölfen getötet wurde, verfällt die Stadt in Hysterie. Auf einer Treibjagd sollen die Wölfe ein für alle Mal ausgerottet werden. Jetzt ist es an Sam, sein Rudel – seine Familie – zu retten.

College is supposed to be a time of discovery, but Danielle Vaughn never imagined it would be like this: Heightened senses, supernatural powers, and a sudden craving for human blood. Dani is a demi-vamp, the daughter of a human psychic and a vampire noble, a living secret kept hidden for 21 years. As Dani’s heritage manifests itself, her thirst for blood is matched only by her hunger for Chase Diedrick.

Seven years hasn't been long enough to forget the bite of Casimir's rejection. When the Monster Relations Bureau tasks me and Casimir with solving a string of rogue vampire attacks in Boston, I'm quick to let him know I work best alone. But it doesn't take me long to end up in the crosshairs of the city's most feared vampire coven, and with no better options, I agree to work the case with Casimir. It puts me under his protection, staying in his opulent Gothic manor and slowly rediscovering the reasons I've always found him so darkly irresistible.

Things are about to heat up.… Brandi Vaughn wishes she could stand out. She’d do anything to get out from behind the shadow of her socialite family - which now includes Dani, her half sister, recently discovered to be the most powerful vampire known to their kind.

But Brandi is more extraordinary than anyone realizes. The fiery young vamp has a secret elemental power - an inner flame that she must keep under control so as not to reveal herself to the dangerous rogue vampire targeting exceptional talents like hers.

Mojo is trying to enjoy her lovely new home, courtesy of her wealthy sister, Greer, but she'd rather be back in her apartment over Bad-Ass Bert's Biker Saloon in Cave Creek, Arizona. Life was a lot simpler then. Now her sexy cop boyfriend can't seem to let go of his past, while her sister's being blackmailed for secrets in hers. And Mojo's stuck in the middle again. Then there's the ghost who comes to her for help...and the threats being made against the still-living.

I want nothing to do with the Crescent Coven. I'm happy with my tea shop, my small magick, and my mundane life. Since the coven never wanted me, either, it's better this way. But when the High Priestess shows up on my doorstep and issues an ultimatum I can't refuse, I'm pulled right back into the coven's unending drama.

When I took a job at the Monster Relations Bureau, the last thing I wanted was to stand out. There's just one problem—a grumpy, unapproachable dragon shifter who can't keep his golden eyes off me. Getting involved with Ewan Blair is the definition of a bad idea. Not only is he completely off-limits as the Bureau's Director, but the way he looks at me—like he'd devour me one moment, and wishes he never met me the next—should be enough warning to stay far away. But I've always had a reckless streak.

When the Monster Relations Bureau tells me I've been identified as a kraken shifter's mate, my first instinct is to run. I learned the hard way what it means to be treated like someone's possession, and I'm not about to make the same mistake twice. Only, Elias is… different. Patient and careful with me, willing to wait as long as it takes for me to let him in. The more I learn to trust him, and the more he draws me under with the dark temptation of his touch, the more the defenses I've held onto for so long start to crumble.

Losing my job was bad, but ending up on my witch of an aunt's doorstep as a last resort was even worse. Her offer? Embrace the magic I've always denied and come work for her at our family's haunted manor. The one staffed by monsters who aren't just people in costumes, including two in particular who draw me in immediately.

On the run from interplanetary assassins, covert operative Val Con yos'Phelium and former mercenary sergeant Miri Robertson end up stranded on a distant planet - with no rescue in sight. Until they figure out a way back to Liad, these two lost souls must find a way to trust each other - and let their true love heal the dark wounds of their past.

Their job should be to kill me. Instead, I have become their favorite toy. The bones of every blood witch mark the entrances to the human villages. Blood magic is forbidden. It's evil incarnate. Everybody knows that. So, on my twentieth birthday, when my coven's sacred blood rite ritual reveals me as the first blood witch to appear in the last twenty years, I fully expect my bones to be added to the pile. What I don't expect is to be kidnapped by three egotistical, frustratingly gorgeous, and devious witch-killing warrior immortals with a peculiar and insatiable taste for my blood.

Franklyn was born into a gritty north of England town. His expected path through life would have him live out his years in the manner of that town's baseline existence. But it wasn't to be. Perhaps he was pre-selected to break rank so that bigger dreams could be fulfilled. Whatever the prime force may have been, he was to know a different life.

Sabine finally had a chance at a life with Basten. Simple. Free. But gods and men conspired to rip them apart. Now, on the eve of war, Sabine is trapped in her father's secret-shrouded court, prized as the gods' new plaything. She clings to memories of Basten, the only thing that grounds her in the dangerously bewitching new world. She'll play along in a desperate gamble to escape—but if she slips and shows her true hand, she'll be separated from Basten forever.

The god of death is allowed to take a holiday, conditional on completing a task. Eamon the Handsome Ghoul deputises, but grows to like the job. Mason, a violent misogynist detective, agrees to let the god of death assume his identity.

A competition for the fae prince to find his "one true love," hosted at a glamorous faerie palace and televised for the entire human world to watch. Honestly? It's ridiculous. I have zero interest in it. I may fit the "rags" part of the Cinderella mold—an ex-foster kid who literally came from nothing—but the heir to this faerie throne is no Prince Charming. From what I've heard, he's an arrogant a-----e just like the rest of the fae who stepped into our world a few years back and decided they were better than us.