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When our vampire friend, Nora, reaches out for help, what choice do I have but to try? At least that’s what I tell myself when I open a doorway into an unfamiliar realm—the result being that I reunite Nora with her long-dead vampire lover. Kind of weird, I know, but that’s not the problem.

I love being single. I don’t answer to a significant other or any children, and I get to see the world on the company dime. Next stop? Milan. The longer than expected layover in New York is a bit of a bummer, but the night I spend with two strangers from my flight? H.A.W.T. I don’t know which I enjoy more—the way words roll off their tongues in their incredible Italian accents, or the way they use those tongues on me.

Perrie Madeline lives a simple life. Her only concern is deciding whether or not to let herself fall for her sexy friend, August Hartley. That is, until a strange museum known as Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault appears overnight and people around her begin to go missing. Determined to uncover the Glass Vault's hidden secrets, Perrie and August conspire to break inside. But soon, Perrie realizes she has more to worry about than her feelings for August—something sinister is on their heels. Together they must find their way out of the museum.

Whoever said, ‘words can never hurt me’ was wrong. Words cut deep. Especially floating past the lips of the man who always felt like home. Cain Michaels. My ex-boyfriend’s brother. The only man who could make me feel deeper than I ever thought possible. My worst nightmare and most vivid dream. Six years ago, he shattered my soul and left a hole in my heart. Now, I’d moved on. I’d healed.

Tessa doesn't trust easily, but I've always loved a challenge. I'll win her over one smile at a time, and then I'll find a way to keep her forever. When the truth finally comes out, I have a decision to make. Trust Tessa and risk losing everything I've worked for, or leave the only woman I've ever cared about for the good of the club. Time's running out, and so are my options. Should I trust my head or my heart?

He was my best friend's brother. My neighbor. The one person I was never supposed to fall for, until lines got blurred-stolen kisses and lies told to the people we loved most.

Remington Weylyn is burned and broken. She made a choice and now she's paying the price. The girl she once was is gone, replaced by someone she no longer recognizes. What once was her home now feels foreign and the people she was closest to feel like strangers. And it's all his fault. Jax Whitlock is dangerous and damaged. With no home or family, his place in the world is unknown. The only thing he has is a goal; to kill the man who took everything from him. And he won't let anything get in his way. Even if it means breaking her heart.

Wild child bartender Wyatt Hart has a full plate. Her younger sister came home from college pregnant, and her mother just showed up fresh from prison. So when a rare free evening at a roadside bar turns into a chance encounter with Owen McBride, local pediatrician and town golden boy, Wyatt knows better than to flirt with him. Or kiss him. Or follow the surprisingly filthy-mouthed good boy out to his truck. Wyatt doesn't do relationships, after all, and Owen is the floor model of a boyfriend guy.

I’m the plus-size witch who just wants to putter around my magical-plant nursery in peace, but nooo. The universe is conspiring against me, I swear.The newbie witch down the street just went missing—five minutes before she was gonna give me a ride to our book club. Something magical is stalking through my mundane neighborhood, attacking my neighbors, and I’ve got everybody and their ghost dogs trying to “help” me out.

Three sexy, tattooed, alpha presidents...and she's at the center of them all. The one man who always promised to love me - to take care of me - ruined me.Joey? He's my hero.Joey saw me - broken, barely surviving - barely breathing - and he taught me how to breathe again. He gave me a purpose. But we were oil and water. And Joey? He was the oil - trapping me, smothering me. But I love him - I love this man with every fiber of my being. He's made me promise to keep him with me because without him, I'm not living. I'm dying. And when River steps into my life?

All Callie wants for Christmas is to hibernate. She's still reeling from being dumped by her childhood sweetheart, and under no circumstances will she go home for the holidays considering her ex will be right next door with his new, perfect partner. Callie is officially in grinch mode, but her meddling sister, Anita, won’t let her give up on life, love, and Christmas quite so easily.

Sutton is like a delicate wildflower sprouting up between cracks in the cement. She's beautiful, unexpected, and life-giving, especially after spending the last five years in prison. The first time I saw her at the clubhouse, my knees buckled and I grew so lightheaded I thought I would faint. She's skittish, however. I don't know what she's been through, but my girl can barely look at her own shadow without shrinking away from the darkness.

Over 100 years ago, Aethion was thrown in the middle of what would forever be known as The Great War. Kingdoms were torn apart, countless innocent lives lost because of the greed and lust for power of one man—Lachlan Roarke. His band of misfits called themselves The Horde. Which was fitting, seeing as they tended to overrun and eradicate everything in their path.

Leaving behind a life of luxury in order to break free from my father was a decision I had no hesitation in making. The downside? I hadn’t realized what leaving behind my trust fund would actually mean for me. The term struggling college student was an understatement when I looked at how my life was currently playing out, which was me standing in the middle of the library, unable to pay for an overdue library book.

I was supposed to die and go to Heaven. Too bad I ended up in Hell. Everyone wants to end up standing at the gates of Heaven, but I took a 90-degree turn into Hell after my fatal car accident, waking up in a dark room with no one and nothing around me except for Adonis, the cheeky third prince of Hell with a killer smile, to tell me all about my impending judgment day. Next thing I know I'm surrounded by not one, but three demon lords and their father, Lucifer Morningstar. Each of them calls to me on a level I've never felt before.

In dreams, Wren can see her again: her eyes, her hair, her smile. She can even hear her laugh. Her mother, one of hundreds of Native Americans considered missing or murdered in Oklahoma. Sometimes it seems like Wren and her grandmother are the only people still looking. Even more frustrating, Wren's overprotective father won't talk about it. Wren refuses to give up, though. And an opportunity to find lost pets seems like a real way to hone her detective skills. But everything changes when one of the missing pets is found badly hurt. Soon, there are others.

Just when we thought the threats we were facing might finally be gone, a magical attack forces us to realize we couldn’t be more wrong. As if the supposed “Pureblood” witches would stop trying to take down magical mutts like us. Among them these days is our old friend, Zachary, and if he’s behind the attack he’s right in thinking we haven’t forgotten how he betrayed us. Which may be why he decided to strike first. Like they say, there’s no animal more dangerous than one who fears itself cornered.

Sorry to whoever wrote the scripts for the fairytales I grew up watching in movies as a kid, but, bro, you got it all wrong. Fabulous floor-length gowns and fairy godmothers don't appear out of nowhere, promising to fix your problems when you're at your lowest, crying on a bench in a torn dress. Random animals have never cleaned anything I've ever owned, and though I would bend over backward to have a pet dragon that breathes fire, the best I can hope for is a small-bearded dragon...and they can't fly.

My dearest Lily, I won't ever send this letter despite all the ones we've shared in the past. Things are different. I'm home now, something else I won't tell you. War changes everyone, that's no secret, but some changes can't be hidden. I am no longer the man I was and you, my beautiful Flower, deserve more. Better. I wish I'd said goodbye in our last exchange . . . told you how much you mean to me. You once mentioned writing to other soldiers, but I hope I was your favorite. You were definitely mine.

One chance. That's all I’ll have. Along with a choice I can't possibly make. In just a few weeks, I’ve gone from living in a psychiatric hospital, to learning I have magic, to joining a secret society of witches. I've also had to come to terms with both what I am and where I came from. Half demon, half witch, born in the demon real - a magical mutation created for sacrificial purposes. It's so nice knowing that the woman who raised me only did so because she was planning to spill my blood on her sacrificial altar. So, yeah. No wonder I went crazy.