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One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

I built my bakery from nothing. My business. My rules. My life. I don't need help. I don't need Alphas. And I sure as hell don't need them. Julian—the arrogant billionaire trying to buy out my town. Noah—my best friend, who's been waiting for me to finally see him. Elias—the gruff outsider with a past as dangerous as his touch. I was wrong.

Reign Harrow was the princess of rock until she randomly disappeared six months ago, taking her secrets and her fame with her. Now she's back, and she seems more determined than ever to be the best. To earn the awards and the titles others only dream of… and maybe even a little revenge along the way. To show everyone who wronged her just what she is made of.

His name was Cayden, and he was a golden boy, an instant hit with everyone I knew. But the mask chipped and cracked in front of me, and I saw underneath. If I hadn’t, maybe everything would have been different. Maybe he would have let me go. I guess I’ll never know. I saw him, and I can never change that. Most importantly…he saw me.

All I want is to get my flower shop off the ground—on my own terms. But when trouble strikes… the town's most off-limits Alphas come to my rescue. Jake, the steady protector who's always been by my side. Ash, the brooding heir who walked away from his empire. Rowan, the wildcard who swore he'd never fall for anyone. I don't want to need them. I can't need them. Until my heat hits out of nowhere… And suddenly, they're all I can think about. But someone wants me gone for good. And claiming me might cost them everything.

My whole life, there was never a place I called my home. Because home wasn't a place to me; it was a person. Three people, to be exact. Everett, Griffin, and Zane. Three boys who always protected me against the harsh reality of our world. That is, until they aged out of the system before me. All the promises that were made were then broken. They left me behind and made a name for themselves as rock stars and never looked back. The next few years left me broken and closed off until it was my turn to leave. I had nothing and nowhere to go. That was until I found High Roller omegas.

New Town. New job. No drama. That was the plan. Next thing I know, I'm falling off a boat into the Pacific Ocean, and the surliest Alpha in existence is rescuing me. Turns out? We're scent-matched. And he can't stand me. Cass—the grumpy sea captain with stormy eyes. JP—the brooding, sin-scented mechanic who looks at me like he wants to devour me. Quinn—the flirty single dad whose son already has my heart. Now I'm spiraling into my first heat, scent-matched to all three—and desperate to be knotted six ways from Sunday.

I've survived war zones, black-ops missions, and the loss of team members. Now my orders are simple: follow Allegra Simpson on her three-week research trek through the mountains, stay invisible, and keep her safe. Easy enough, until I discover she's not the pampered princess I expected. She's brilliant. Stubborn. Gorgeous. A scientist determined to prove her research matters. And every step I take behind her feels less like a job and more like temptation.

I should have known better than to fall for a biker. But I couldn't resist Levi's smile. His cockiness. All that leather. We fell hard and fast. A spoiled rich girl from a prestigious family and a boy from a motorcycle club. We were naive enough to think we could be the exception. But while Levi was in the military, trying to build our future, his world chewed me up and spit me out. It left me broken, scarred, and angry. Fourteen years later, Levi is everything I hate. A Twisted King. A walking red flag. Trouble.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

They drugged me. Chained me. Tore apart my mind until the pieces didn't fit anymore. Then they gave me a name. Cleaner. Killer. Son. Monster. Told me the blood on my hands was hers. Then they smiled and made me kill again. And they told me she never existed. But I've seen her. In dreams. In flashes of red hair and blood. And now she's real—flesh and bone and terrified eyes. But they made one mistake. They didn't bury her deep enough. Now she's back. And even if she doesn't remember me, my obsession remembers everything. She runs; I follow. She screams; I savor it.

Rage and bloodlust have been the only things fueling my soul for the last one hundred years. Revenge has been the only thing holding my sanity together. Until his shadows curl around my throat and all I can think about is his revenge. I don't want to be loved, but he doesn't know the meaning of the word no.

Ten years ago, Adrian Ellis vowed to hunt me down and claim me like a prize, but I haven't heard a word since. Now I'm thriving in New York City—with a blossoming art career, a fearless roommate-turned-best-friend intent on pushing me out of my comfort zone, and a true golden boy who has no idea how deep my darkness runs. But just as I'm ready to move on, Adrian reappears in my city and my life. He swears he isn't here for me, but as the seams of my carefully stitched world begin to fray, all signs point back to him, and I suspect he's been pulling the strings longer than I've known.

Being the president of the Iron Punishers MC should've been enough for Reaper. Only in the last year or so has him feeling like something is missing. When he sees his sister and her little family, he thinks he might know what that is: someone special. That someone you can always come home to at night, and who's always there for you. However, the way things are going, he's doubting whether such a person like that exists for him. That is, until he strong-arms a club brother into going to the doctor, and he sees his dream princess, Snow White, in the flesh.

Fate's Choice is not just an escape, but a chance of living out my dream, seeing my music sung by them to thousands of adoring fans. But as fast as I fell for them, they made it perfectly clear that I am basically the poster child for friend-zoned. A year ago, I ran. I couldn't take it anymore. I cut contact. But now they're back, demanding the song I promised them. Furious at my betrayal. They don't know how many secrets I keep, and the clock is ticking. My father, Typhor Raines, is going to trade me the minute he finds a lucrative merger, and all my dreams will be ash.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

Welcome back to your darkest nightmare. I am Death, and they've stripped away my mask of mercy. My little lamb, I will paint the streets red until you're safe in my arms again.

High princess of the fae, I may be, but even that title feels out of place as I step into Moonfire Academy with a legacy as heavy as the old werewolf curse on my shoulders. Unlike my siblings, who wandered the enchanted corridors of Bedlam Academy, my battleground is here, among the remnants of werewolves turned wolf fae. And let me tell you, the alpha-beta-omega gig? Still very much a thing here. Heat clinics, too.

Beck Danvers stormed off stage last night during the Dead Ringers' sold-out world tour, sending the world of rock and roll into chaos as everyone scrambles to figure out what happened. The Dead Ringers are no stranger to tragedy, and it seems it has once again struck this iconic band in their prime. Can they recover? Will Beck Danvers ever return? Will we ever discover the secrets hidden behind the curtain of this cursed band?

I've been locked up in this house watching the Mirakill MC Pack since they moved in next door. Those motorcycle-riding, leather-wearing outlaw alphas who make my heart race. All their wild parties and comings and goings are pure temptation into a world of sin that I am desperate to experience.