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Life as I knew it ended with a bullet. It stole my brother from me and destroyed my family. From the ashes, I rose stronger and meaner, to exact the kind of revenge best served bloody and cold. I took out every single person I held responsible. Except one. He’s a phantom but his days are numbered. I won’t stop until I’m done. Then she shows up—the forbidden fruit, a light to my darkness. I should resist her because what I touch, I destroy. My feisty wildflower deserves more: more than this, more than me.

Imogen Hardy hit the dirt hard and often when in the presence of Kane Jessop, not because she was so besotted with him and clumsy that she fell at his feet, but because he put her there. Usually with a hard shove or a swift swipe of her ankles. He was a vicious and unruly child; then a boy, now a man. He is in every bad memory Immy has ever had. He consumes her thoughts, her nightmares, and reluctantly, her dreams; even now, years after she fled.

I didn't think I could live with them. Turns out I can't live without them. Rock—the one who takes care of me. Oscar—the one who makes me feel seen. And Neo—the one who lights my soul on fire. They made me see who I really am. Now, I may have lost them forever.

Moving in with the Kings of Aventine was supposed to be simple: get close enough to find out what happened to my sister and get the hell out. Yeah, that's not what happened. Like, at all. Now I'm falling hard for Rock, a golden retriever with the body of a god, and Oscar, the pierced brooder who takes pictures of me when I'm not looking. Even Neo, my bully and stepbrother, isn't off limits because, apparently, my body is a thirsty traitor. Still, there are advantages to having the Kings on my side, especially since I'm now the proud owner of a rage-filled stalker.

While my future is promised to one man, my heart wants Crew Kingsley. My enemy. My addiction. My boyfriend's brother. Crew isn't the prince in any girl's story. He doesn't want to win my love; he wants to steal it—simply so he can make me regret ever letting him. If only I wasn't addicted to his pain.

How can I resist the two men who want me? The simple answer is, I can't. When Stone and Gibson keep popping up in my life, I take it as a sign that maybe I can have it all. Stone's all in. Gibson? He's going to take some convincing. Our love story may be unconventional, but with a connection we have, anything's possible.

Titus is just trying to control his new power without losing himself to the darkness. Already cursed, and now suffering with noxious black magic, he believes his luck couldn't get any worse. Until an assassin appears, ready to end his life. He never expected such an infuriating woman, and now he's not sure what to do. Kill her before she can kill him, or give in to the intense desire that proves bad luck comes in threes. Rae is prepared for a typical hit. But when she can't seem to eliminate her target, she quickly realises that it wasn't only Titus who has a price on his head.

Timur Yakov became so much more than just my love and savior—because he left me with a gift. A gift that will grow inside me, for the next nine months. Too bad I won't make it that long. His enemies have found me, and they will take my life and the one growing inside me. As bad men loom and my belly is growing, I must make a choice. Die from pain and grief in a pit of despair or sacrifice myself to save my baby. Just when my final hour comes and I'm cornered with no way out, a chilly breeze strokes my face and whispers something in my ear: "I'm coming for you, dushenka."

A single bad decision trapped me behind guarded gates until one day the FBI raids the cult's compound setting me free. I thought the worst was over, but little did I know the men who kidnapped me won't stop until I'm dragged back into their cruel world.

I was born a monster. Seven feet tall with fists the size of balloons and an even bigger… boot size. I’m a demon in the ring and a devil between the sheets. But even I’m no match for her. The demoness with the bright emerald eyes and hair the color of snow. She’s everything I’ve run from my whole sorry life, and the only thing I’m afraid of. So why the hell do I find myself on her doorstep time and time again? I’m not a good man. She should run as far as possible from me.

The darkness is coming for Annwyn. Veyka Pendragon must stand with her friends spread across the realms, her mate lost to her, her heart in shreds.

Mia: It was so close, I'd tasted it - the freedom. But the only thing I could taste now was the end. Over the last two years, I’d let all outside forces dictate my life, my feelings, my head. I’d allowed everyone to control what my punishment should be for all my wrong-doings. I’d been tested and learned my lesson. I’d paid my dues and suffered long enough. Because in the end, even the once-upon-a-damned deserved to be happy too.

The first time I saw her, I knew she was trouble—the knock-you-on-your-ass kind of trouble you spend all night praying never ends and a decade trying to forget. I told myself not to give in, but she’s a defiant little thing that needs to learn a lesson about teasing a man like me. And come Monday morning, she’s sitting across from me at our quarterly board meeting as the new director of social media for Slade Brewing, my family company. Brooklyn Dyer isn’t just a transplant from Chicago looking for the next step in her career. She’s kind of, technically…my new boss.

Eva didn't think much when her vampire ex-boyfriend showed up asking for her back. Except she wasn't interested, and the man she had once loved wasn't taking no for an answer. Defended by a tall, moody and definitely dangerous man her ex left, and she thought that was the end of it.

Five years ago three men confessed to killing my brother. Now I'm living with them. Now I'm living with them. Five years ago I was falsely accused of murder. Then three gorgeous enigmatic men confessed to the crime. Otis: the quirky protector who worships the ground I walk on. Wolf: my dead brother's best friend, forbidden to touch me. Jace: the bully who despises me. The newspapers called them the Blackwell Beasts. Were they scapegoats for someone else's crime? Or is one—or all of them—a killer?

I invited the infamous Blackwell Beasts to live with me for one reason: to find out if they killed my brother five years ago. They did the time, but did they really do the crime? I thought I was prepared for anything, but deep down, I didn't want to believe they did it. How could I when guitar-playing Wolf made me feel so safe? When quirky Otis made me feel so seen? Even Jace, my MC bully, brought something to the table, pushing me to explore parts of myself I didn't know existed.

I thought they were my harbor in the storm. Now, I know we are the storm. The final book in the Blackwell Beasts trilogy, a new adult college why-choose romance. Details withheld to prevent spoilers.

In another life, she was the queen of the faeries. But now, after being reborn, Chels avoids them due to trauma at the hands of the fae.... Until the king of the faeries comes for her, claiming her as his mate. Now, she's expected to be a queen in a world she knows nothing about, alongside a king she doesn't love.

Rich girl, poor boy. It was the oldest story. Yet it was ours. I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her. But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits. My best friend told me not to mess around with the new girl. He didn’t say anything about marrying her. Or what might happen if we broke our vows.

I have a secret. One that waltzed back into my life, threatening to ruin everything I've built. She should have been dead. She should have stayed away. But she did neither of those things. Instead, she came back hoping for answers she shouldn't seek. Now, I'm stuck playing the role of her protector when I'm the nightmare everyone is afraid of. I saved her once, but I was just a kid then. Now, I have an empire to run. One that is crumbling because of her. Will I find it in me to save her again? Or will I give in to my wicked desires?