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I took her out to dinner. And liked spending the evening with her. So when I invited her to the Royal Court, she accepted. But I have been lying to her. And now I have to reap what I've sown. For the male she calls Commander, the world knows as the Summer King. She's a fae with barely any magic. I am the king. She thinks it can't work out between us. And I'll do everything in my power to prove her wrong.

At the frat party I see a bright light and find myself sitting on a bed with a huge monster looming over me. I'm terrified and, at the same time, there's something about those black eyes, that scent, that purrr that makes me come alive. Horde life is simple. When I find an Omega during a raid, I should deliver her to the compound. If I don't, I'll lose my life, the lives of my horde alphas, and I'll start a full-scale rebellion. And yet, I can't part from her. This one belongs to me.

Knowing that the strongest alliances are forged through mating, long ago, the King of Regha asked for my help. So when I came collecting on his firstborn, he gave her to me. I am nothing but a glorified thief. She is the Regha Princess. The jewel of her people. And now, she is mine.

When life deals a wild card, play it no matter the cost. Since the day Rey's defiance earned her a blinding blow to the head, fear has hovered as close as the guide dog that clings to her side. But the terror that grips her now is almost beyond description.

They came. They didn’t do much sight-seeing before they conquered and marked the human Omegas. They call themselves the Regha Horde. We call them the Hordesmen. And Hunger is my new boss.

In the blink of an eye, I’m head-first in a snowdrift, rescued by the biggest, greenest - man? - I’ve ever seen. Whatever he is, he turns my take-no-crap attitude into need. I should escape, but I’ve got a hunch that I’m close to solving a cold case involving several women who disappeared into thin air.

Cyan. One second, I’m battling an overgrown hedge with a pair of clippers. The next, I’m running for my life, positive I’ve stumbled onto a prank reality show set, complete with a towering, red-haired guy in costume who throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing - I’m a big girl, never been thin. Kinre. Horde life is simple. Hunt the enemy, kill the enemy. Then I make a big mistake. Huge. I rescue a helpless human, only to discover this curvy, tempting morsel is an Omega about to send me into a rut.

He’s half my age. He cooks. He fusses over my bad sleeping habits, and knows how to handle a gun. Our little reprieve during a mission can only mean one thing: My guard is down. And the enemy I hunt is watching me, waiting for the perfect time to strike. The time is now.

Terror Hordesman came. With flowers. Red roses. He came, he marked me, and he moved into my house. This is bad. Very bad. Because, I'm funding the Betaren project he's trying to destroy. If he finds out, I fear, he'll end me.

Reem lives a secluded, sheltered life inside Community One. Sold to one of the alien beasts who now rule the Earth, inexperienced young Reem is terrified she won't know how to please her husband, and he'll end up eating her instead of bedding her. After years of waiting, Troy finally gets his mate. When he lands her on his lap during their pairing party, he confirms her virginity. He can't wait until they're home so he can show her the only thing she should fear is his big...heart.

D’Artaron is the kind of commanding officer every father wants for his daughter, every king wishes they had, and every princess wishes he was in her security detail. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a handsome masculine face, with dark hair that reaches just past his chin. Amiable, brooding, and utterly unavailable as well as self-denying of pleasure, Summer Court's Commander walks around breaking hearts as if it’s his duty. It's not. His duty is to the king. When the king hears of the coup in the Spring Court, he sends the Commander to protect the only royal left standing.

He will bring his wild thing to his bed...even if it kills him. After Dewlyn's third heart-stopping attempt to escape their mating bed, Vice is more determined than ever to plant babies in his little daredevil's luscious body. Even if it means feeding the heat between them until she hungers for him alone - and her resistance is starved into submission. But she's hiding something. He can only hope she hasn't joined the human rebellion.

Is she a pretty spy, or a seductive assassin who’ll murder him in his bed? With nothing to show for his efforts to find Men of Earth - which will win him New City for his people - Mayhem switches tactics. He holds pair auctions, confident the enemy will jump at the chance to slip a spy in among the throng of hopefuls. It’s a sound strategy, but he’s bored as hell. He’s a hunter, doesn’t wait for prey to come to him. Then he spots a supple, grey-eyed woman in the latest batch of eager females. When their eyes meet, every hunting instinct in his body goes on alert.

I sit in a house in Highborn Hills ready to play a poker game I ain't never played before, in a suit so preppy, it makes my skin itch. My target crawls around my feet. Felicia, who they call Kitten. When her big green eyes lock with mine, and when she smells her alpha on my clothes, her eyes light up, and I know I have her attention. When I win her in a hand of poker, I promise her we're gonna stroll right on out of the house. But her owner has other plans for me. We're stuck in a secured house. We are unarmed. No backup is coming. And I gotta get us out of here.

Kidnapped and taken from her home, Sienna is stuck in a beast community without the resources to find her way back. But she’s a survivor. Just like the wounded, bone-thin beast she finds in the desert. Torrent was warned never to steal a human woman - especially if she’s his pair. He didn’t listen. Captured, beaten, starved by Men of Earth, he’s as near to death as he can get without tipping into the void.

I know they’re delivering breeders to my luxurious apartment - excuse me, cage - to entice me to choose a mate. What I don’t know is why. The joke’s on them though. My mate comes, unseen, to clean my quarters twice a week. But tonight, she’s waiting for me in my bedroom, tempting me in all her red-headed, defiant glory. Great Mother Beast help me, I want to claim her. Free her. Avenge her. But she serves the man who enslaved me, and I don’t know what they want from the pair of us. If I mate her, they win. If I don’t mate her, I lose my mind.

It takes a special kind of Omega to bring an Alpha to his knees. Kind. Sweet. Beautiful. With legs that go on forever, colored eyes, perky protruding nose, funny ears, and...Where was I? Ah yes, I collected one such Omega, and I’m bringing her before my king. I am Tayseer, the Collector, the Legend. And I will deliver my people the queen.

The Fever Hordesman sits outside my house, wailing punny lyrics while beating a rock rhythm on his armor, and I'm late for work. My omega heat’s coming on early, throwing a monkey wrench into my single-minded plan to ignore his single-minded quest to mate me. I have to admit - privately - his strong jaw, full mouth, and a scent that can send over a dozen omegas into heat, make my girly bits quiver. Just a little.

My favorite kill is Alpha Regha. Second favorite doesn’t exist - nothing and nobody else is a fair fight. I haven’t had one of those in too long as I lead my Warlords far and wide in pursuit of the imposter. So far, he’s eluded me, leaving me frustrated, moody as hell, and spoiling for battle. In this snow-covered border village, I sense no enemy. Only a dozen girls hiding in a barn - as they should. One of them is Rickie Lee, an Omega I instantly rename Kiki. She hates that. Too bad. There’s something different about Kiki, and it’s not just the sass that makes me laugh.

I’m scrounging for food in an abandoned Bel Air mansion when an angel catches me - and I try to kill him. Instead of swatting me like a mortal fly, he strikes the ground with his sword...and I’m transported, wounded and alone, to some kind of medieval science-fiction fantasy world. There must be some reason the archangel - all gorgeous, bloody perfection with massive wings and a deadly kilt - spared me. No mortal is supposed to remember when the angels fell. But I do, and I’m marked with a secret that could turn the tables, and send this beautiful angel straight to hell.