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When I signed myself away in marriage, I should have read the fine print. Ink fades—blood binds. I'm a prisoner, trapped behind gilded gates, my freedom traded for safety. Magic pulses beneath my skin, wild and forbidden. In our world of ruling Houses, wielding such power means death. One slip...

Damien Cross treats New York City as if it’s his personal playground. He sees. He touches. He conquers. He holds the fate of my family in his hands. And makes a deal with me I can’t refuse. He’ll forgive my father’s debt if he can have something in exchange: me. I promised myself I wouldn’t get addicted, but nothing is guaranteed when you make a deal with a savage. Now this debt is my cross to bear.

One evening, two years’ worth of memories lost. Under the pretense of recovery, my father sends me to an elite boarding college, but soon, my memories start rushing back, and it’s obvious I’m not at Lakeside to heal. I’m here to hide. Navigating the scattered past to decipher the threat lurking in the shadows is hard while I’m kept in the dark and even harder when he steals my focus. Crude, arrogant, and threatening, he draws me in, and the closer I get, the less I understand. Waking up without memories is terrifying, but remembering the time I lost is infinitely worse.

One man. Two names. Two personalities. One captivates, the other terrifies. Under the pretense of love, he used me, searching for secrets I didn't know I had. Cuddles, kisses, and whispered sweet nothings lulled me into a false sense of security that shattered with a single flashback. Running from the threat I now know he is, I fall straight into a nightmare… and the darkness reveals the truths. I’m not the center of Nash’s world. I’m a piece in Carter’s game.

It was the happiest day of my life, until I realized I was marrying the wrong man. So, I ran straight from the church to the only place that’s ever felt like home. Luke Marshall’s farm. It’s safe to say my broody, infuriatingly handsome ex-boyfriend didn’t expect to find me sobbing on...

When I was young, I often dreamt of an alpha boy. With him, I belonged. I was important. Loved. We were going to marry and be together. Once I actually figured out how to get to him. But that was years ago and the foolish fantasies of a lonely teenager. Parallel worlds were only a theory. Alpha males were assholes who wanted to get their way. Soulmates were just stories for children. Then everything changed. One morning, I woke up on a park bench, unable to remember my name or how I got there. There was something not quite right about this place–and clearly I don't belong here.

When I was three years old, I started drawing a house with a red door. Next to the house I drew a happy family—a husband, a wife, a baby, and their dog. For years I cried every night, clutching the drawings, begging my mother to take me home to my real family. I was labeled odd—a talented child with an overactive imagination. But one day I wandered straight to that house with the red door, and I found the man and the dog I had been drawing.

The whole team knows that Leo only has one rule: do not even think about his sister. The same sister I find in a towel outside her door one night, locked out of her apartment next door to his. It's a rule that I've found fairly simple to follow, if only because I don't see her around much. She's an artist, and other than seeing her out and about with friends a few times at LuLu's, I can manage ignoring her existence. That is, until Leo secretly adds her to our team's fantasy league.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when Broderick Cross saved me from an untimely fate. I hated him with every fiber of my being, and I know he won’t touch me because I’m his best friend’s sister. Or that’s what I thought. But even with danger knocking on my door, the one I need protection from is him.

Living together? That's a war Graysen was never trained for. Imprisoned in Graysen's tower, Nelle Wychthorn finds herself ensnared by something far more dangerous than chains. The sway is awakening. His tamer influence bleeds into her thoughts, seizing hold of her will—and he doesn't even know...

Everything I've known is a lie–except for the love I have for my soulmate, Wes, and his pack. Ghosts of the past threaten the pack and the life I'm starting to make for myself in a world that isn't mine. As I unravel the truth about my past–and myself–it could change everything. My love for Wes might span the universe, but is it enough? A love that spans the universe. A second chance at romance. A secret she can't remember that could tear them apart. Again.

My woman has been taken. As President of the Loyal Rebels MC, I look out for a lot of people. Lola has never been one of them. She's always taken care of herself. I've never officially claimed her. Everyone knows Lola is mine, and no one touches what's mine. She's been with me for four years...

Sloan and Ferris thought their engagement would be the start of a beautiful chapter, but Ferris's overbearing mother, Kate, has other plans. From sabotaging wedding events to causing tension between the couple, Kate's constant interference threatens to tear them apart. Ferris's sister, Jenny, tries to be a lifeline, but with every boundary they set, Kate pushes harder. Wedding planning was supposed to be stressful—but not like this. If Sloan and Ferris don't take a stand now, there may not be a wedding left to save.

Sean MacKenny, VP in the Loyal Rebels MC. A Soldier. A Leader. A Brother. A man who will stop at nothing to discover the truth. When Sean disobeys his older brother, who also happens to be the President of the Loyal Rebels MC, he disappears in search of the one man who can help, his old Marine...

There are more than monsters in the dark . . . Three years ago, Eric Hill's life was blown apart. Forced into hiding in remote Colorado, he's all but given up. No friends, no family. He's barely even existing. This is, until Cherie stumbles into his life. Humble, vivacious, and curious. She's...

I've always wanted to be a musician. Not necessarily famous, but the way I connected to music, I dreamed of people feeling that way about mine. Starting a band with my three best friends was a no brainer. No, it wasn't instant success, but it didn't take long for us to get noticed. There's not many all-female metal bands, and we understood that helped propel us into the industry. We wanted to prove we were more than eye candy and were an awesome band. Being women and wanting respect, we lived like rock stars, doing what our male counterparts did. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it's Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don't kill innocents. It's my only rule. The woman doesn't scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn't run.

Miami, 1951. With a flurry of UN engagements bringing Mrs. Roosevelt to vibrant South Beach, Kay Thompson is thrilled to escape the post-Christmas blues in Washington DC—and distance herself from the sting of her recent breakup with private investigator Tim O’Malley. The dizzying sights and sounds of Miami reach their peak at the Copa City Club, where a late-night meeting with singer Josephine Baker reveals a troubling truth: Baker's bold stand against segregation has made her a target.

After two years of living in the shadows, I force myself to leave my protective bubble and move to college. When I get there, though, and come face to face with the casualty of the greatest mistake of my life, I have to wonder whether I’ve made the right decision. But then, as time moves on, I learn how to breathe again, and that’s not something I’m willing to give up on. Maverick may be determined to push me away—something I deserve—but all I want is to hold on to my freedom, and him, tighter. Will we find happiness with each other, or are we destined to a lifetime of hurting one another?

She was supposed to spend a few days wandering around with her twin sister, seeing the sights, expanding her horizons. The trip was supposed to be a much needed break from the hectic schedule she was keeping in school. She was only nineteen. She had plans. Finish college. Medical school. Husband. House. Two-point-five perfect kids and a golden retriever named Buddy. All that changed with one roar of pain. She heard him. A beast. He was out of control, locked behind an impenetrable wall, alone. Suffering the agony of mating fever.