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One one. Two women. Three people who should have known better...

Loyal to the blood. Ruthless as the father. Devils of the night.The White Owl is the deadliest weapon in the Russian Mafia, an assassin trained to be ruthless, silent and above all else – loyal. She’s a whispered legend with blood on her hands and ice in her veins and she’s the only woman...

If you're ready for a wild ride filled with scorching chemistry, forbidden love, and a bad girl whos not afraid to break the rules then The Outlaw Duet is waiting for you!All on the Field (Book 1) Dylan had one dream: to play college lacrosse. But when her mom drags her to a new school, shes...

She catches the eyes of a masked man, but he soon realizes he's not the only monster hidden in the darkness. This is a dark romance and contains themes that may not be suitable for all readers...

Shes running out of time. Hes the only man standing in her wayand the only one who can keep her safe. Nevada, 1869 Emma I wouldnt have taken a job working for him if I had any other choice. James is arrogant. Infuriating. And being unfairly handsome only makes it worse. He watches my every move...

Catch Me:While browsing on the dark web a chat pops up, a conversation that starts off normal ends with the person saying "we know everything Richard".While Richard is understanding the game that arrives in a mysterious envelope with just his name on, Verum is told to come back to his home town...

As a powerful war mage, Jack Mason is a rare threat that can use both kinds of mana. When he bonds beautiful women as his companions, his powers grow. Together, they'll destroy vicious demons, hostile mage guilds, and become a force unlike anything the world has ever seen...

Ex-cop. Licensed mage. Walking target. I finally get three quiet months, and then Manhattan drops an angel on my block. While I'm still trying to figure out what fell out of the sky, the city catches a new party drug. It's called Glamor. A siren's club turns into a spell-trap. SENSE shows up...

After growing up shackled in purity culture, June Wells broke out with a bang. She’s now a human sexuality professor on the brink of tenure and nothing is going to get in her way. That is until Alex Cardoso crashes back into her life. She’s managed to avoid her childhood neighbor and former crush for fifteen years, ever since the mortifying moment in high school when he turned her down. Worse? He’s a hot shot PhD candidate appointed to cover his first human sexuality class, and June is assigned as his mentor, linking her tenure to his success—or failure.

When her boyfriend dumps her at her father’s funeral, Cassidy Calloway does what she does best—turns her heartbreak into content. To honor her baseball-loving father—and if she’s being honest, to piss off her ex—she launches a season-long social media experiment to attend nine games with nine dates in honor of her father’s favorite player, number nine, Nate O’Brien.

Every action has a consequence. Every bond carries weight. Mia's mistake has awakened powers that will reshape both god and mortal realms. When her brother's life slips beyond the reach of medicine, Mia Petrakis turns to the only power left: the divine. An ancient ritual book passed down through...

I thought the worst of Manhattan’s hidden world was behind me—until I stumbled on something that was a little too familiar. It carries a signature I recognized from the night my magic first awakened. It’s tearing into Zilra’s defense team, sabotaging trials, and building a case that makes me look like the one committing all these magical crimes. If it succeeds, Tessa—my key witness and the girl I dragged out of hell—gets buried right alongside the truth. Sarah Kim and SENSE want everything handled “by procedure.” But procedure isn’t something my enemies care about.

Ex-cop. Graduate of the Magic Academy. Mage. I used to carry a badge for the NYPD. Now I carry wards stitched into my coat and a pistol loaded with rounds nobody admits exist. My old partner calls me to the High Line for a triple homicide. Three bodies. Chests crushed. Claw marks cut too deep to blame on a pit bull. Magic residue clings to the concrete. Somebody wanted the city to notice. The moment I say yes, Manhattan’s hidden world starts circling.