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Girl meets a handsome stranger, gets swept off her feet, and has the best night of her life. Sounds like a dream, right? If only... When I wake up the next morning in a stunning penthouse overlooking the Seattle waterfront to a note saying, “have a safe flight back to Chicago,” his message is loud and clear: One and done. Famous last words. Guess who’s waiting to greet me on the first day at my new job? It turns out the mega-rich Asher Kingcaid is far from one and done.

New witch Samantha Sinclair is in over her head. There isn't a healer alive who can teach her how to use her magical gifts. When she unearths an ancient grimoire that belonged to a magical practitioner from the lost colony at Roanoke, she decides not to look gift cougars in the mouth. But the more she reads, the more Sam realizes that the similarities between herself and the long-dead healer aren't mere coincidence. It's like she's reading about her life. One son who became alpha. Check. Two dominant shifters vying for her attention. Check. A lost community never to be heard from again? Uh oh.

They're hers to keep, and she's theirs to cherish, but sometimes, that just isn't enough. Thanks to one small accident that changed everything, Sascha's life is on the brink of implosion. She has her men at her back, but when one of her lovers decides to go rogue, it could ultimately destroy their relationship.She's always has their hearts, but what about their heads? That they cherish her was never in doubt, but can Sascha's men can give her what she needs? With their world in flux, she'll need a lot more than cherishing.

Rafe Connors is losing it, taking crazy risks and starting bar fights just to keep his wolf sane. One rainy night, he goes too far, and an angry posse runs him off the road into a ravine. Left for dead, Rafe is rescued by a mysterious white wolf shifter, who tends to his wounds and then disappears.

'Tis I, newly restored witch and armchair sleuth Stevie Cartwright, and I'm finally about to marry Win, my soul mate/ex-spy turned groom-zilla. We've gone to hell and back (and a few planes of existence) for our happily ever after, and nothing's going to get in the way of our union . . . except possibly a murder while auditioning musical options for the reception.

Planning my own wedding should mean I'm having the time of my life...not defending it every time I turn around. Dragons, feral Wolves and Were Cows...I mean who in the hell knew Were Cows even existed? All I wanna do is marry Hank, have 2.5 beautiful little Werewolf babies, and live happily ever after while having sex on a very regular basis. Oh...and I still want to shoot stuff occasionally. Apparently no one got the memo.

It's hard being the most popular girl on the ice planet. The alien men are falling all over themselves to impress me in the hopes that I'll take them to my furs. But they don't know my secrets - none of them do. And they don't realize that behind my smile, I just wish they'd go away. I don't want any of them. I want someone else - someone with a gorgeous blue body, big horns, and the most intense gaze ever. He's the only one that knows the truth. Maybe with him, I can work through my fears of the past...but I'm pretty sure he wants more than just friendship.

My name is Sister Trixie Lavender, and I'm an occasionally possessed excommunicated nun. I was booted from the convent after doing something unspeakable. Something I had no control over. Something that lives inside me to this day, exploding out like that chest-burster in Alien when I least suspect it.

When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I’m, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we’ve already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it, either. And now—God help me—I’m forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who’s the complete opposite of me. He’s bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I’m sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities.

In an era in which ancient gods live in the world’s cities together with their mortal followers, forming tight-knit guilds and powerful temples, the disfigured ash-caster and blacksmith Hineni has lived his entire life as a reclusive outcast. Hidden away behind layers of clothing and just as many walls and doors, he only ever leaves the house in the dead of night, so that neither the gods or anyone else can ever see him. However, on one of these night-tide outings, he finds that has gained the unwanted attention of what is seemingly a perfectly normal owl.

I've found a fragile happiness with my two men, Beast and Muscle, Warlords of the Bedlam Butchers. Our threesome works so well that I can't imagine a day without them . . . or a night without both in my bed. But a rival MC has decided that what's in the past shouldn't stay there. With loads of blackmail information on the line, Beast might be going back to prison unless we can make a deal. But what the other club is asking for is nothing less than me, in a stranger's bed.

It's me again, Stevie Cartwright. Powerless ex-witch, pseudo medium, and amateur sleuth, reporting to you live from the case of the missing ex-British spy turned ghost/quite possibly one of the most important people to ever become a part of my life. You read that right. As Win and I and all the gang were busy planning our big Thanksgiving bash, he suddenly disappeared (right in the middle of telling me what a Philistine I am for even suggesting Cheez Whiz and crackers), and it's as if he never existed. Poof - he's just gone!

Someone is illegally stealing humans from their home world and cloning them. For months, we've been hunting this ring of criminals and the end is in sight. I'm separating from my brothers and taking my ship to track down the bad guys. One small problem—Helen insists upon joining me on this dangerous mission. Helen herself is a clone, created to be an object of beauty. She's not safe if she goes with me, as her kind are coveted all across the universe. But she's not interested in staying safe. She's interested in staying at my side . . . and tempting me to kiss her.

Nikki is a horror novelist. Her choice of career is dictated by an obsessive compulsive disorder that forces her to write stories of death and destruction. She can't control it, doesn't understand it, but can use it to make money anywhere in the world. Currently "anywhere" is in Japan, hiding from her mother who sees Nikki's OCD as proof she's mentally unstable. Nikki's fragile peace starts to fall apart when the police arrest her for the murder of an American expatriate. Someone killed him with a blender.

It's been two months since Raven Marigold discovered she was a witch, and she is handling her situation with grace. Well, if you discount the fact that she caught her blouse on fire and made her cat's tail go numb for four hours. The bottom line is that Raven is succeeding in her pursuit of this new mystical life she's been given. Someone must have missed that memo, though. Raven finds herself smack dab in the middle of another murder investigation. Every piece of evidence points to the town treasurer as being the guilty party, but she isn't so sure the case is that cut and dried.

Ariane has finally adjusted to her new life as a vampire, hidden away from her kin in the Georgian countryside. She can now set her eyes on her next pursuit: her return to society as a rightful, free entity. However, regaining her freedom will not be easy. Beyond the issues of cutthroat vampire politics, the protection of her territory will also bring surprising challenges.

When last we met, dear friends, a man had come calling, claiming to be Crispin Alistair Winterbottom, my dead British ex-spy. A notion I'd find ludicrous, if the handsome imposter didn't, in fact, look exactly like my dead British ex-spy. But there's no time for that mystery when a quiet walk on our private stretch of beach turns up something far more pressing - another tragedy in my beloved small Washington town. That's right. I, Stevie Cartwright, ex-witch turned amateur sleuth, have stumbled upon another murder. But this time it's closer to home, more personal.

Winter is coming, and Lissa Ramsey is homeless and alone. On the run from the Bear God cult, she's living rough and staying under the radar. But she can't outrun the demon bear inside her—the one planted there by the cult leader. It's angry and hungry—and out for blood. Tank Morrison has enough to deal with, trying to handle his broken grizzly and looking after his even more broken crew. But Lissa's newly awakened bear needs help, and the only thing he can do is bring her back to the Bad Bloods and try to keep her safe from the cult—and from her own out-of-control animal.

I’m desperate to resign from the Werewolf Treaty Federation aka WTF. Don’t judge. I didn’t name this crew of misfit Shifters so hear me out. After investigating a deadly Jazz Cabbage outbreak, I discover we need a necromancing demon to help solve the crime. My gay vampyre BFF, Dwayne, dated one of these gems several decades ago. Seems all we need to do is summon his evil butt into this plane of existence and poof, crisis solved. The question is, can we bring him back without causing a flesh-eating, end-of-the-world zombie apocalypse?

Meet Dr. Matilda Schmidt, Paranormal Psychologist. Sure, the life of a sexy vampire or alpha shifter is all fabulous fur and fangs on T.V., but what happens when you lose your bite? You call Dr. Matilda Schmidt, of course! With the help of her delicious demigod bounty hunter and hot hit man lover, there's no case too desperate for the good doctor to handle - for a reasonable hourly fee.