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Newly divorced and armed with nothing but grit, strong coffee, and a Pinterest board full of impossible dreams, my plans to renovate a crumbling seaside lodge are jeopardized by the town's grumpiest, greenest contractor. Gerralt Banesman is big, broody, and allergic to conversation. I'm sunshine, sass, and a walking chaos magnet. Our first meeting ended with spilled wood stain, sharp words, and one very offended orc.

I've been selected. One of forty Omegas from academies across the globe… a one in forty chance to be bonded into the royal pack. It has to be a mistake. The selection committee never would've chosen me. I don't even pay my own tuition. I'm a scholarship student from the bad side of town. I should know better than to hope, but after I meet the royal alphas, I can't help it. Kaz, Wolf, and Tai are everything I've ever wanted, and our bodies call to each other in ways we're powerless to control.

My stepbrother has my future mapped out. I'm going to be his pack's companion when he bonds his omega next spring. As a beta, he's tried to convince me it's the best I can hope for, even if it includes duties with his pack that make me shudder. But I want more. My dream job is to be a designer for House of Omega, the most elite luxury goods company in the world. A ruined interview dashes my hopes—until a chance encounter with a beautiful male omega, Max. He needs my help securing a wealthy pack, and I suddenly find myself tangled up with the Rose Pack, the owners of House of Omega.

When I was sold into slavery, I made sure I wasn't worth bedding. I bit. I fought. I made such a snarl of things, they drugged me to try and calm me down. They would have eventually won, had I not been rescued. Silly me, thinking that was the end of it. Of course, I would crash land on an island. And now I'm being hunted on this exiled sector of brutal vampires. They're after my body and my blood. Magnus is one of them. I should be terrified of the gorgeous male who has taken me to his lair.

My forties should have been when I thrived. Instead, I'm facing them as a divorced single mother in an unfamiliar city. Trying to reclaim my life led me to a new man's bed… then another… and another. It doesn't mean anything that they're my scent matches. I already lost two decades to the wrong man, and I'm not going to fall in line with someone else just because fate says so. It doesn't matter that when I'm in their arms, I feel alive for the first time in years. I can't gamble with my children's happiness after everything that happened with their father. Taking the risk isn't an option.

Losing my husband broke me, but crash-landing onto Nightmare Island might just kill me. This isn't just any island. It's where the feral are sent to die. The ones with nothing left to lose. And now, I'm trapped with the most vicious pack shifters alive. I've survived before—endured a forced marriage. But this? This is different. The wild shifters watch me from the shadows. Their glowing eyes track my every move. Their growls vibrate in the air. I'm their target. A prize to be claimed.

Bossed by a monster—sounds overbearing, right? It is, and this guy's not just any monster. He's a Boggart—the literal being of nightmares—and I swear his sole mission in life is to make mine a bad dream come true. Every time I turn around, he's there. Bedazzling me. Bewitching me. Befriending me. But I won't back down, not even when Mr. Ettin proposes a friendly little bet. Who cares what the stakes are—there's no way my boss is gonna win. Except… he does.

Being kidnapped by aliens is one thing. Being kidnapped by aliens and sent to a prison planet is something infinitely worse. Here in Haven’s prison system, I’m stranded among strangers, enemies, and the most ruthless criminals in the galaxy. There’s no safety for a human woman here, especially not one branded as a murderer. I’m doomed to a fate worse than death. Then, he decides I should be his. His name’s Jutari. He’s seven feet tall, blue, and horned.

She was a forced sin servant praying for death. Until the day she decided to run—right into my arms. One touch, and I know she's mine. One taste, and I know she belongs to me. My good little human will only truly be free when she's on my tight leash.

Michael Cavalcante has one thing on his mind when he knocks on Izzabel Walsh's door at two in the morning, half-dressed and a bit toasted: fix the woman's heater and get back to bed. He vows never to cover for his maintenance tech again, especially after he gets tased and knocked out with a frying pan for his efforts. Izzy thought she was safe. She'd dyed her hair, changed her name, and moved 1,500 miles away, and still, they found her. When a member of her ex's motorcycle club knocks on her door in the middle of the night, supposedly to fix a perfectly good heater, Izzy panics.