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The first time I meet Damon, he rescues me from a nightmare. Literally. I’m stuck in a coma, and my mind is forcing me to relive the horrific accident that put me in this state over and over again. The gorgeous fae king is the only one who can give me peace. As if the dream can’t get any weirder, he tells me we’re soul mates. He says he can fix my banged-up brain. He wants to be my hero. Little does he know I just might end up saving him. Because once I wake up, the real challenge begins. A bunch of vengeful witches want him dead, and they’ll stop at nothing to seal his fate.

When Luka Romanov burst into the bar where I work to take care of some mafia business, I was still an innocent virgin. I woke up the next morning sore, spent, and feeling much less innocent. He tracked me down to punish me for trying to run from him, but it wasn't just his hard hand reddening my bare bottom that left me soaking wet and ready to be ruthlessly claimed. I was breathless and desperately in need the moment he pinned me to the wall and kissed me.

When Nikolai Romanov came looking for my brother, I emptied my savings hoping I could pay off his debt. But I didn't have even close to enough, so the bastard decided to take me instead. I didn't expect a Russian mafia boss like him to be gentle with me...and he wasn't. Not when he spanked me for daring to wear panties under the dress he chose for me, and certainly not when he stripped me out of that same dress and made me scream in his bed.

Running from the past is always a risk. Letting three rough men protect me? That's a mistake that'll cost me my heart. Why? Because these men know what it's like to live by their own rules. They know how it feels to be free. A freak storm brought me to their door, half drowned and desperate to be cared for. And now, they won't let me out of their sight.

All I want for my birthday is to find my magic and maybe get my first kiss. But that’s pretty hard to do when rumors fly around that my girly bits are cursed. I've lived among witches ever since my mother dropped me off. That was the last I ever saw of her. For most of my life, my aunt cared for me, raised me, and hid me from the world. My world. Until she can’t anymore. My mates have found me. All three of them. If these wolf shifters claim that I am theirs, that can only mean one thing—I’m not a witch, I’m a wolf shifter, too.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

Running late to a last-minute electrical repair job, the last thing Emmie needs to distract her are concerning texts from her ex. When she receives unexpected bad news on the client's doorstep, she also discovers she's not even at the right house. But when the three hot hockey players who live there reach out to help her in her time of need, it turns out that she might have found the right house after all!

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. Instead it’s brought me more than I ever bargained for. My family’s calling to fame—the ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—it's time I wield it.

To win his mate, he'll have to put his foot down. Anita is tickled pink when billionaire Frank Wilson picks her little bakery to provide desserts for The Wet and Wild Charity Gala. But what was supposed to be the opportunity of a lifetime turns into the storm of a century. Flamingo shifter and philanthropist, Frank has been going through life like one of his own clockwork sculptures, not sure of his purpose until he meets the plucky baker who captures his heart and assumes he's a janitor.

When I fled Arizona, I knew keeping a low profile was the only way to stay off my crooked ex’s radar. Which means no dating, no deep friendships, no sticking my neck out. So it’s completely wrong that I not only let a handsome, rugged stranger kiss me in a crowded bar, but that when he and his friend become my new bosses, I change from a hardworking, respectable teacher into a needy, desperate mess.

After getting drop kicked back to the mortal realm with the help of his godly half-brother, Cam has landed south of the border: a.k.a. enemy territory. Thankfully, he's not alone. With the help of a couple of coeds, Cam has to figure out a way to get back to Lilith, Danni, and the rest of the Venetian Cabal. Preferably, with his head still attached to his shoulders. Too bad the enemy already has his scent, and let's just say, they have a taste for blood.

I was 10. You were 19. You wanted to be a chef. My mom made you a star. I'm 24. You're 33. You hold the record for the Sexiest Man Alive. I'm still the lost, rejected, damaged girl who can't find herself anywhere but in your protective arms. I loved you when I was 10. I love you now. You call me your best friend, and you still see me as a kid. I'm 25 with a man on one knee in front of me.

This ain't no spaghetti Western. Cam and company are running for their lives with a UN superteam hot on their heels...not to mention one very pissed-off fae. With Lilith injured, and the UN closing in, there is only one person that can save them: Lilith's mom. Not only does Cam need to figure out how to impress a millennia-old succubus, but he's also got to figure out what to get the women in his life for Christmas. His problems are only going to get worse from there.

I never believed rumors of mobsters ruling the Miami underworld, until I came face to face with Diego Pérez - the ruthless head of a Colombian crime family. He says my father will die if he cannot pay back a loan he defaulted on. Our family is bankrupt, and Diego will accept nothing as collateral...except for me. My father has 30 days to pay up or I’m dead...unless I can convince Diego to spare me.

Cameron Dupree thought he had it all. His succubus girlfriend was out of jail, he was finally pulling in some serious money working for the Venetian Cabal, and he'd demonstrated his true power by completely dominating a Nosferatu of the rival Tikal Cabal. The poor, scared human who'd walked on tiptoes around the supernaturals of St. Vincent's Preparatory Academy was long gone. What could go wrong? As it turned out...a lot. No sooner had Lilith returned home than Maeve, the Queen of the Fae herself, called a Confluence of supernatural representatives from all the realms.

One emotional night slinging tequila shots and singing karaoke with the Hawks defenseman turns into more than I bargained for. A wicked hangover, an eviction notice, and a marriage proposal. If Torsten and I wed, he can fulfill a promise to his grandmother and the debt I'm drowning in will be paid by his trust fund. It's a win-win, an easy and straightforward arrangement between friends. So what if my friend has piercing blue eyes, a sensual smirk, and a body that occupies my dreams? It shouldn't matter that Torsten understands my past and makes me feel safe.

When Patrick stumbles across a cute maid watching a couple have sex at La Petite Mort Club, he can’t believe his luck. She’s sexy, curvy, and kinky. Just his type of lady. Until he discovers that she’s his best friend’s little sister, which puts her firmly in the “hands-off” department. Sparks fly and passions explode when Patrick is put in charge of the club and ordered to keep Annie out of trouble. How can he do that when every time he turns around, she’s watching another scene at the club, and he's dying to show her that playing is much more fun than watching?

Mari has terrible taste in men. Her ex-fiancé? Left her at the altar and ran off with her money. And now she’s mixed up with the reclusive mega-rich, mega-hot alien, Winter Cayne. That doesn’t sound so bad. Only rumor claims Winter murdered his first wife. Mari can’t reconcile the stories of a possessive, jealous man and the protective single dad that she met on a tropical planet. He wants to bring her home and claim her as his mate.

When I claimed to be Roman Romanov's fiancé, I just wanted a Russian to leave me alone at a club. I didn't know another bratva boss was upstairs at that very moment trying to get Roman to marry his daughter, and I definitely didn't expect to end up going home with Roman that night. Or to be calling him daddy with my cheeks blushing and my bottom sore from a spanking.

To the victor go the spoils. Winners rule, and losers drool. Those are the rules. That's how it's supposed to be. That's what Cam expected when he survived the Fae Confluence, won all three trials, and ended up the Lord of Winter. At the very least, he expected a high five and a pat on the back for a job well done. Instead, when he returned to the mortal realm, he was met with trigger-happy UN agents, a spoiled dragon, and a queen succubus who was ready to do anything to take him down.