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Becoming a godfather was a close second. Paul and Emily Clarke have been my best friends for over twenty years. We've gone through it all. We were the three musketeers. When my best friends are ripped from all of our lives, leaving behind a broken piece of themselves, I know it's up to me to put things back together.

I never dreamed I'd be a sorority girl, but from the moment I arrived at my mother's alma mater, the sisters of TZE have welcomed me with open arms. Unfortunately, Kingston University has hidden monsters of its own. I thought I'd be safe here, but I'm not. My past has found me, and it intends to chase me down. These brutal boys of SIN have a singular focus—making my life a living hell. I don't deserve the hate they're doling out or the games they're playing with my head. One savage hunter. One unhinged stalker. One brutal fighter. Royal. Beckham. Wilder.

She's my best friend's little sister. A single mom who doesn't have time to waste on an older, wounded ex-mercenary. She's off-limits. And yet, I still moved to her hometown. I blame it on the job offer and the therapy I get at one of the top rehab centers for wounded heroes. The truth, though… I came to Whiskey Run because Abby Campbell and her daughter are here.

When Father Roman Briar arrives at St. Michaels, his charisma and mysterious presence immediately captivate Eden. As their friendship deepens into forbidden territory, Eden finds herself ensnared in a web of desire and deceit. Roman, too, struggles with his vows, torn between his sacred duty and the intense attraction he feels for Eden. Caught between their faith and their desires, Eden and Roman must confront the consequences of their choices. Will they find redemption in each other's arms, or will their illicit affair lead them down a path of irreparable sin?

She's my best friend's older sister. No matter what . . . I have to keep my hands off Angelina . . . Because she's a Hawke.

For as long as she can remember, Arken Asher has been searching for answers—driven by an insatiable hunger, a need to understand the meaning behind her dangerous arcane secrets. She's finally taken that leap into the unknown, leaving her simple life behind to attend the Arcane Studium, a prestigious college of magickal arts & sciences nestled in the heart of Sophrosyne, the City of the Gods.

Since I'm not going to fall for Dylan Stafford, it shouldn't matter that he shovels my driveway or looks at me like he could devour me. One kiss later—I, Marlow Taylor, am completely screwed.

I loved him from the beginning. In the middle. But maybe not at the end. His love for me was full of possibilities, hopes, and dreams a girl like me wasn't accustomed to. He was a nightmare that cracked and bled through my hands, and I stood there watching as it seeped into the ground. Until him. He put me back together without even knowing he was doing so. And he wasn't even my husband.

Dear Sir/Madam, I would like to nominate my jerkface of a boss, Kingston Chase, for the worst boss of the year award. I don't know if that's a category at your esteemed paper as yet, but if not, it should be. Yours Sincerely, Skye Redding.

Enrolling at Kingston University and joining my mother's sorority was the worst idea ever. Someone's been in my room. They're taunting me, leaving horrific photographs and chilling notes on my mirror. My past has caught up to me, and it's tangled in my present. These brutal boys of SIN have me twisted up. I didn't catch on to their cruel tactics until it was too late. Now I'm being threatened and haven't a clue if I can trust any of them. One deranged watcher. One protective brawler. One determined pursuer. Beckham. Wilder. Royal.

I'm the lowest-ranking wolf from a pack that only exists to guard the shifter prison in our territory, but I've been planning my escape for years. I just have to make it through one more heat, then I'm done with this pack and the alpha-holes that run it. Everything changes when my pack gets an invitation to Mating Season, the reality show where Alphas and Lunas from around the country meet to pick their chosen mates. And my Alpha is sending me.

Dear Grumpy Horrible Boss, You suck as a lawyer. I don't even know how you passed the bar. Or how you sleep at night taking clients like Jack Whittington. Just in case you didn't know, you can't fire me just because I have a part-time job working bachelor parties. What I do on the weekend is none of your business and not a part of my employment contract. If I want to go back to wearing coconut bikinis and popping out of cakes, I can. As soon as I get my big break as an actress, I will be leaving your employ. I am literally counting down the days.

The protector is spiraling, and I'm his anchor. Life at Kingston University has only gotten worse. Secrets, lies, and death surround SIN. But nothing is as it seems. We each have pasts that haunt us; our futures are uncertain. One thing is clear, these brutal boys of SIN will protect me—and Chase—with their lives. But I'm terrified I'll lose them as our unknown enemy tracks closer. Someone is determined to take away our newfound happiness.

I may have sold my soul to pass the Luna Trials and earn my place on Mating Season, but I'm going to prove to everyone on this show that I'm not afraid of them. I belong here, and I swear I'll make whoever threatened me pay just as soon as I figure out how to ditch the dangerously sexy Alpha who won't let another male look in my direction. Ranger is a red flag walking. His dark past follows him like shadows. He calls to my beast in a way I can't understand. I know I shouldn't want him. Now, if only my wolf would agree…

When I walked into his office for the first time, I planned to make sure Hunter Blackwater knew I wasn't the kind of girl who would let her gorgeous billionaire boss bend her over his desk. But by the end of the day, I was on my knees, showing him what a good girl I could be.

Curt got me pregnant years ago, and I never thought I'd see him again. Until he walked right into my hospital, my legs shook when I saw that gorgeous face again. I remembered those eyes all too well. But the guilt in my heart forced me to look away. A second chance with this hot doctor would destroy me all over again. It would ruin my career, but it's tempting. Especially when I feel his strong arms wrap around me.

Dear Remington Parker, You may think you're the handsome prince of the law firm and I'm your dutiful wench, but I'm not here to be your plaything. Yes, you're handsome-ish. Yes, you're a partner at the firm. Yes, I'm your ugly duckling assistant. But no, I'm not desperate, and I don't want you. I have no interest in being the nanny to your newly found kid when you want to go on dates. And I have even less interest in your offer to teach me the ways of the world. In fact, after my makeover, I'm pretty sure I'll have plenty of men wanting to help me discover the joys of companionship.

They took her. And it was my fault. I had everything I never knew I wanted, and I let her slip through my hands. Revenge clouded my judgment, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, but I refuse to make the same mistake again. I'll find Aspen no matter the cost, and then I'll make those who harmed her pay. They don't know who they messed with. I am Ranger, Alpha of McCaw. And Aspen is not just my fated mate. She is the future Luna of my pack. I'll unleash the hounds of hell to get her back.

The moment Julia bursts into my clubhouse looking for protection, she’s doomed. Not because of the predators chasing her, but because of me. She wants to unlock the steel cage around my heart, but she’s playing a dangerous game. She begs me to keep her safe, but my protection comes with a price. For most people, it's money. For Julia, it just might be her soul. She’s a wicked temptation, almost impossible to resist, and if she lets me touch her, I’ll never let her go.

She's my best friend's daughter, and I have no business wanting her the way I do. Especially since it's my fault that her dad died. Call it survivor's guilt if you must. I just know I'm to blame. Still, when she comes to me for help, I can't refuse her. Which means sleeping on my sofa so she can take my bed. Emerson is temptation personified. Giving into my desires and touching her would make me the worst sort of man. But everyone has their limits.