I detest Fate. All vampires crave more than the rich taste of blood is their beloved, but I'm betrayed. I'm left hopeful and hopeless. Against all attempts, my heart has been poisoned against me. My belief is gone. A lie has been weaved for far too long and I fell into the web like so many others before me. I must ease the ache of time. No longer will I yearn for a fairytale. This torture comes to a stop. To find love, I follow tradition instead. A matching ceremony. And she changes all I know.

I know I'm lucky to have a mate at all. Most would rejoice. Most would run to them. Not me. I want to stay with my family. I was trapped in the veil for the majority of my life, fighting to survive. And I'm supposed to leave them for a man I don't know? I'm tired of Fate making the decisions for me. Yet . . . The ache in my chest becomes too much. The thirst in my throat becomes unbearable. The need to mate is a call I can no longer ignore. Even if I've never touched or kissed another. How will I satisfy him?

For three days, the doors to this luxe New York estate are thrown wide for anyone with a taste for the obscenely rich, the ultra-exclusive, and the once in a lifetime thrill of the forbidden: where nothing is off the table and everything and everyone can be had for the taking.

Long have we been alone; without brides, without females to warm us during the long nights, without sweet mates. But we see them from afar, the brides that could be ours. Kept away from us by walls and weapons. Females we long for greatly...obsessively. Human females. And the one with red hair? I want her. I saw her first. I will fight to the death for her. She is mine. So, we’ll come together and make an exchange with their men that will benefit us all. After that? To the winner goes the spoil. Let the hunt begin...but the red-headed female is mine.

Welcome to Georgian England, circa 1800. Alastair Thorne is a cad and a rake. Even his mother told him so. Pity for her that he cannot bring himself to care, for he relishes his life of debauchery and licentiousness, and is content thinking of no-one but himself. Except Alastair may have just messed with the wrong fair maiden, and his life is about to be cut violently short. That is until he comes face to face with the enigmatic stranger who's been watching him from afar.

I detest Fate. All vampires crave more than the rich taste of blood is their beloved, but I'm betrayed. I'm left hopeful and hopeless. Against all attempts, my heart has been poisoned against me. My belief is gone. A lie has been weaved for far too long and I fell into the web like so many others before me. I must ease the ache of time. No longer will I yearn for a fairytale. This torture comes to a stop. To find love, I follow tradition instead. A matching ceremony. And she changes all I know.

I’d been stalking her for years. My little witch was always just out of reach. But tonight, I’d gotten her scent. She could run as fast and as far as she liked. It made no difference. I would find her. And when I did, I’d drag my little witch to The Underworld to be my bride. My queen. My goddess forever. I was powerless against his shadows, unable to do anything as the demon split the earth and The Realm of the Living fell away. He expected me to be terrified, but my life had already ended before he captured me.

Novalise has until the end of Midsummer to marry, but when fate binds her to a male who wants nothing to do with her, she finds herself uncertain of what to do—choose a husband on her own or let her brother decide for her. When a notorious assassin arrives with a tempting solution to her problem, Novalise strikes a bargain in hopes of winning her mate's heart.

The first time I met Weston, he was my psychologist. I never planned to see him again. We lived in two different worlds. He was responsible. I was reckless. He was the good guy. They'd labeled me as out-of-control. He was harmony on a warm beach day. I was the hurricane that erupted through. But one night, I called him to rescue me. And he did more than that.

My whole life, there was never a place I called my home. Because home wasn't a place to me; it was a person. Three people, to be exact. Everett, Griffin, and Zane. Three boys who always protected me against the harsh reality of our world. That is, until they aged out of the system before me. All the promises that were made were then broken. They left me behind and made a name for themselves as rock stars and never looked back. The next few years left me broken and closed off until it was my turn to leave. I had nothing and nowhere to go. That was until I found High Roller omegas.

Parapsychologist Dr. Nigel Taylor doesn’t work with psychic mediums. Until, that is, a round of budget cuts threatens his job and an eccentric old woman offers him a great deal of grant money. The only catch: He must investigate a haunted house with a man she believes to have a true gift.

Naia, the daughter of the High Sea Goddess, is an embarrassment. She holds no title and no power but is the key to a curse placed centuries ago on her mother: Naia must form a union with a god from an opposing family. When the day arrives for her arranged marriage, she turns to the High God of Death and Curses for help. He assists Naia under one condition—she must accept a curse, blindly. Willing to do whatever it takes to escape her mother’s kingdom beneath the sea, Naia agrees and flees to the Mortal Land.

When winter comes to the Court of Dreams, the war against the Subterranean of Nightmares freezes. To celebrate, the faerie queen holds a tournament where mortals compete for the prize of a dream come true. For outsider Willow Nightstalk, it's the only way to break the curse making her as ugly as she feels. But the deadly tournament has a darker purpose—to flush out flawed mortal blights on the perfectly pretty fae society… and to kill them.

My newest obsession is nothing like any of my past hookups. A perma-scowl and general leave-me-alone attitude? Yeah, that's the kind of thing I usually stay away from. But the most shocking part about all of this is that the person who's got me all out of whack . . . isn't a girl. Bash is a six-foot-four-tatted personal trainer who seems to want nothing to do with me. Until I'm naked, that is. As soon as I'm dressed, he's more than ready to say goodbye. But if there's one thing getting a taste of Sebastian Crawford has taught me, it's that one taste just isn't enough.

One evening, two years’ worth of memories lost. Under the pretense of recovery, my father sends me to an elite boarding college, but soon, my memories start rushing back, and it’s obvious I’m not at Lakeside to heal. I’m here to hide. Navigating the scattered past to decipher the threat lurking in the shadows is hard while I’m kept in the dark and even harder when he steals my focus. Crude, arrogant, and threatening, he draws me in, and the closer I get, the less I understand. Waking up without memories is terrifying, but remembering the time I lost is infinitely worse.

What happens when you discover that the shadows don’t hide the monsters you should fear, but the ones who will save you? I come home to discover the ultimate act of betrayal by the one person who was meant to love and protect me. My father sold me to the Russian Bratva, in exchange for a debt he could not pay, his apology a text message as he fled the country. Enter Nikolai Petrov, tall, dark and handsome, the Bratva leader’s son, and my childhood crush. Also the man who has won me, who has paid the price for me in blood and expects a return in kind.

Ruthless, arrogant, and cold-hearted are some of the words I would use to describe my a**hole of a boss, Damon Everette. That doesn't stop the goosebumps from rising along my neck every time he says my name or the way my pulse races when his stormy gray eyes pierce mine. So, when he coerces me into a fake marriage to uphold his family's tradition, I can't resist pushing his buttons. He's a walking red flag, and I should run the second this arrangement ends. But the very thought of losing him is suffocating—a dangerous addiction that I can't seem to break.

I'm an omega used as scent bait for feral alphas fighting in underground deathmatches. I was told I'm an omega without a heat—a lie. The truth? My heats were medically suppressed, and now, I've been sold as a secret weapon in a brutal underground where feral alphas are pitted against each other in fights to the death. When the Omega Crimes Bureau raids the ring, my dream of having love with a real pack seems within reach, but freedom is never that simple.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

Imani hates her life and her waitressing job. She's stuck in the small town of Crystal Lake with no money, education, or way to escape. And then Aiden and his friends come into town. People aren't sure if they're a gang of bikers or something else. There's this odd sense of power whenever they are around. But when Imani meets Aiden, desire instantly bridges between them. There's just one thing standing in their way. He's a werewolf—the alpha of his pack and the one who created the rule that shapeshifters can never breed with humans.