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For years, I've waited. For years, the hate inside me has grown, manifesting into a rage so dark its demons consumed my soul. I didn't fight it. I welcomed it. The time has come. My brothers think they can save me. How do you save a man that's devoured by demons? You don't.

After my volatile magic nearly killed a bunch of mortals, I thought for sure I'd be carted off to Kalzir prison, but they sent me here instead. Gave me shackles under the guise of mercy for my crimes. As if that wasn't bad enough, there are wolf shifters in the woods on campus, secrets hidden in the walls, and a hot teacher who may or may not want me as much as I want him. But dangerous distractions aside, I'm about to find out that some secrets have claws and if I'm not careful, these ones will swallow me whole.

They call me the Ice Queen. I take it as a compliment, because owning a pro hockey team requires a certain ruthlessness. But my penchant for ball busting has made me political enemies, and one of them has the clout to get me deported back to my home country of Russia. There's only one solution: I have to get married, and fast.

I'm in no danger of being charmed by Ford Barrett. My new neighbor is a caveman—not remotely my type. He may be attractive, but he's also stubborn and permanently scowling. Even worse? He dropped a couch on my foot. The more we spar, though, the hotter my secret attraction to him burns. Once I give in to the possessive hockey player, lines get blurred.

The first time my step-dad raped me, I prayed for God to save me . . . he never came. Instead, my savior came in the form of a Priest. For years we've done God's bidding. Blood coats our hands and souls, devilish deeds done in the Lord's name. But changes are coming and our time is running out. I'm not sure I'm ready. Not sure I can face the man in the mirror when the mask comes off. I'm drowning in the uncertainty of the future. I need someone to save me. I need them.

Why am I pink? I've always wondered. I've always asked. I've checked every file in the ODP archives, too, but nobody could ever give me an answer. Until I meet three high fae who seem to know everything about me. They mock me, humiliate me, and I can do nothing but take it. And that's not even my only concern. Derek Dane is gone, and Dominic needs my help to find him. Having to play bait isn't something I look forward to. Sleeping under the same roof with him is going to test both of us, and we were never good with keeping our hands off each other.

As an ODP agent, it was always my dream to work big cases, chase after bad guys and lock them up. And now that there's a brand new, deadly drug is circulating the streets, all my dreams are about to come true. Well . . . not all of them. Because where there's trouble, of course Dominic is going to be there. Not only does he haunt my dreams, he's back to haunt my reality, too. It doesn't help that he gets into my head without making an effort. And it doesn't help that he's in pain whenever he's close to me, either.

Vure de Kecci has done it! He rose from the shadows of a ruined barony and war captivity to become a city lord of an independent nation. But now that Vure has tasted moderate success, he desires more: vengeance against his parents' murderers, locate his missing half-sister, and deal with his ever-growing enemies. Thankfully, Vure's abilities are expanding exponentially to match his ambitions. And so, he must defend with Cut+Paste!

Vure de Kecci and his half-sister, Jesmil, became slaves after their de Kecci Baron family lost its territory during a war. But when Jesmil attends a coming of age ceremony to receive her blessings from Omni the All-Seeing God, she never returned home. What happened to Jesmil? How will Vure find his missing sister? Fortunately, Omni blessed Vure with three new and unique blessings during his Coming of Age ritual. After gaining his freedom, Vure embarks on a journey, exploits his newfound abilities, and dominates!

After a disastrous ride forces world champion saddle bronc rider Chase Walker back to his family's ranch to recuperate, he's happy to distract himself for a night with a mysterious, gorgeous woman. It should have just been a one-night stand, but she's unforgettable. Thanks to her cheating ex-fiance, Ella Slade is done with rodeo cowboys...until she meets a sexy cowboy who catches a thief who stole her purse. What harm can one night of indulgence do? A lot, apparently, because when she arrives at her interview for a ranch manager job, Chase turns out to be her prospective boss.

Crystal Harper presents her latest romance novel.

Jesse Falcon has dedicated his life to one cause: to fight against that which has taken so much from him. He's learned the hard way that if you want something to be done, you have to do it yourself. No more waiting for others to make a difference. With football, a pre-med program, and a coveted internship, he has no time for anything or anyone else. The truth is, he doesn't think his barely healed heart can take it. Despite his determination to remain distant, he soon finds a girl who will not only fracture that resolve but shatter it completely.

I'm "The Baby Maker". I give women what they want, no questions asked. And I get paid to do it. It's the easiest job in the world. No fuss, no mess, and I make a ton of money. It was perfect. Then my next client walked in, and everything went to hell. Elisha was the last person I expected to see. The girl that got away. Curves that could make a model jealous, and come-hither eyes that turn my muscles to mush. Her husband treats her like dirt. I'll treat her like the queen she is.

Lucky - that’s how Hunter James would describe himself. Even while growing up dirt poor on a farm in Texas. Even when he’d found himself in a war zone in Afghanistan. Even before he’d struck it rich in oil and then won the forty acres of horse property in Jackson, Wyoming. He’d always known he’d be rich someday. That’s how life went when you decided to make your own luck. Summer Kingston left Jackson ten years ago…for a reason. She came back with the hope of raising her son in a safe environment, but the deck seems stacked against her.

Commitment - I hate the damn word. That's since my ex walked out on me. Not even looking back at our son. My son is my world. I think he deserves so much better than her. In fact, we both do! And then I notice Mia stepping into my gym. My world stops still, I notice the first drop of sweat from her forehead, and God, I am hooked. I can see that dark, hooded desire in her shy eyes. I am picturing her being an animal in bed...all wild and unhinged! And soon I give into the temptation. Forget that she's my client, and it's so off-limits.

At 18, PJ was full of dreams. She was on her way to becoming a serious artist and moving across the country, away from the unrequited, tortured dream of her much older brother's irresistible best friend, Dylan. But when she forced herself to let that dream go, she never expected it to bounce back and refuse to let her.

After his latest public mishap, Manhattan's favorite CEO needs a place to hide until the media latches onto a new scandal. My brother offers Carter our family's cabin for refuge without telling me—the same cabin where I was supposed to spend a relaxing week for my birthday. Instead, I'm stuck babysitting the arrogant man-child. This cabin is not big enough to contain Carter's ego . . . or my sanity. All we do is argue. And right when I'm certain I'll strangle him, he surprises me by calling a truce.

What's worse than a pink pixie living all alone in the Big City, eight thousand miles away from home? A pink pixie who's stuck managing monster-fighting crews without ever seeing the light of day herself.

When my college roommate tries to fix me up with her creepy cousin, I do the only thing I can think of to waylay her unwanted matchmaking—I invent a boyfriend in the Navy. Every week for four years, I send a letter to my fictitious soulmate, Officer Elijah O'Donnell, sharing my innermost thoughts and dreams for the future. Which is why no one is more surprised than me when my military hero appears at my place of work and asks me for a date. At six feet four and bristling with blue-eyed masculinity, Elijah O'Donnell is very real—and he's read every one of my letters.