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Being the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families on the East Coast, my life was pretty much planned out for me. An arranged marriage to the son of another powerful family. But my heart had other plans. For as long as I could remember, I loved Dante Vitale, my brother's best friend, but he only saw me as a little sister. Until he didn't. Our love was real, pure, and I was prepared to go against my papa's wishes for the man I loved.

At 22, I've already had my share of hell with being forced into an arranged marriage with an abusive man by parents, who couldn't care less. But Whispering Grove is my fresh start. My own apartment. My brewery job. My life, finally.

Taking her was a means to an end. The task was to weed out the man who had stolen millions from us. He may have succeeded, but he'd pay with his life. Hiding from us was a grave error he'd regret soon enough because once he found out that we had taken the one thing he cared for as repayment, he'd show up. When a man had a weakness, it was foolish to make a mistake like this. He would come for her, and when he did, he wouldn't walk away unscathed, nor would the sister he adored.

As dark secrets and forbidden lust intertwine, one burning question remains: can Noah and Anastasia resist the pull of their dangerous attraction, or will the haunting specters of their past ultimately drag them into a spiral of ruin?

Adrian Cross was never supposed to walk back into my life—especially not looking like that. Towering. Tattooed. With eyes that burn hotter than his tattoo gun. He's my brother's best friend. A polar bear shifter. My lifelong crush. And the new artist filling in at our shop while Magnus is out. He says I'm his fated mate. That he's known since we were kids. He says that he's waited long enough and he's done pretending.

I finally went to get a tattoo. It was supposed to be a beautiful white lily, but the big, grumpy tattoo artist had something else in mind. Only, he didn't freaking tell me before he got started. When it's time for the big reveal, I don't see a pretty flower; I see his name tattooed across the back of my shoulder. He says I'm his. That I'm his mate. My friends tell him to go to hell. That we're suing. But this grouchy beast isn't shaken. He doesn't care one bit and keeps saying that he's marked me, so I belong to him now.

Becoming a godfather was a close second. Paul and Emily Clarke have been my best friends for over twenty years. We've gone through it all. We were the three musketeers. When my best friends are ripped from all of our lives, leaving behind a broken piece of themselves, I know it's up to me to put things back together.

She's my best friend's little sister. A single mom who doesn't have time to waste on an older, wounded ex-mercenary. She's off-limits. And yet, I still moved to her hometown. I blame it on the job offer and the therapy I get at one of the top rehab centers for wounded heroes. The truth, though… I came to Whiskey Run because Abby Campbell and her daughter are here.

Caliburn University isn't like other colleges. Latin is required. Dorms look like castles. And the fencing team never loses a match. It's the kind of place you have to be brilliant to get in, but insane to actually attend. Trust me—I would know. I'm coming to Caliburn to escape—escape my parents, escape the aftermath of my so-called breakdown, but mostly to escape the girl I was. Unstable. Delusional. Dangerous. All I have to do is study hard, achieve everything, and not get in any trouble, and I'll prove I'm not damaged goods. Prove I can pursue my passion without losing my mind.

Becca loved books about women finding their fated mates. But since she was stuck in the real world, she figured she'd just have to focus her attention on being the best enchanted tomes librarian anyone had ever seen. It would've worked, too. If only she hadn't accidentally pulled an orc through a magical portal and changed everything.

Stalker exes. Momzillas. Drunk uncles. Hurricanes. Jealous siblings. Paparazzi. You name it, Kari Whitevelt has seen it all. That's why brides and grooms hire her. Because she makes it all go away. Wedding Protectors, Inc., is here to make sure that special day stays special. Whatever it takes. No matter what. When her newest client turns out to be her long-lost high school sweetheart, rising tech star billionaire Caleb Mikelmas, suddenly Kari's not sure whether she's protecting the wedding couple—or her own heart.

This entire mess started when my older brother's best friend got hired to be my bodyguard. Colton Keller has been keeping an eye on me ever since he came to live on our ranch. The wall of muscle wrapped in mysterious darkness has spoken less than five words to me in the same number of years. But now that Colton's position is official, he follows me like a reclusive shadow. I try to ditch him at every turn, but he never lets me get too far. Just as I'm about to get more creative with my evasive maneuvers, a threat to my safety pushes him to the extreme.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

I've never believed in coincidences. I am a man who believes in facts. It wasn't a coincidence that my papà was the last person to see Ocean before she disappeared. The deeper I dig into her past, the more I find out about the girl who turned my world upside down. I may be a liar, but Ocean lied too. But now I know who she truly is...and what she is capable of.

Cleaning offices was far from Penelope's dream job. But dreams don't pay the bills, and if she wanted to save her family's home, she needed money fast. Her grumpy, annoyingly sexy orc boss didn't factor into her plans at all. Or so she kept telling herself....

I'm a beta. Is disguising myself as an omega to attend an omega-only finishing school a good idea? No. Definitely not. But my sister is an omega, and not everyone has someone willing to break them out of their gilded cage the way I would for Everleigh. My mission at Haven Academy pits me against three unexpected alpha foes, and I will not be the one backing down. There's a grumpy math professor who suspects I don't belong, a sexy fencing instructor with a cruel lash for a tongue, and a flirtatious gardener who wants to take me to Paris?

For as long as she can remember, Arken Asher has been searching for answers—driven by an insatiable hunger, a need to understand the meaning behind her dangerous arcane secrets. She's finally taken that leap into the unknown, leaving her simple life behind to attend the Arcane Studium, a prestigious college of magickal arts & sciences nestled in the heart of Sophrosyne, the City of the Gods.

Growing up with a hockey hotshot for a brother, I've spent my life surrounded by cocky men. I know the ins and outs of the games they play, both on and off the ice, which is why I'd never date one of them. And marriage? Absolutely not. Griffin Wright is my brother's best friend and star left wing for the Minnesota Rogues. After a few too many drinks celebrating a big win in Vegas, I wake up next to him with a ring on my finger, a killer hangover, and instant regret. The only option is to keep this a secret from my brother and immediately file for divorce. But Griffin has other plans.

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

Calculating, cold, often without emotion, was how I was described by those closest to me. I had thought perhaps there was truth to their depiction until this endless searing pain took the place in my chest where my heart used to be. Vengeance now ate away at my soul. The wrath I planned to unleash would make the demons in Hell appear mild. At least, that was until… The twisted crux came in the form of eyes bluer than the sky on a warm summer day, a slightly upturned nose with a scattering of freckles, a pink cupid bow mouth, and a smile that made a man's knees weak.