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Havel, Matar and Xil have failed too many times to count. Luckily, there’s help available for failed kidnappers: a diploma offered by the Intergalactic University. To complete their course, these three sexy aliens need to abduct a human female - and they’re graded on it. The problem is, the human female has no intentions of being abducted, not even to help them get the universe’s most recognised abduction qualification.

Huzzah! I made it to my 23rd birthday! Given how much dragon magic I have rolling through me now, doing its best to cook me from the inside out, this feat is no small thing. I’ve earned a hearty celebration and then some. I’m gonna party down at Sharmayne’s and let her ply me with as many of her cocktails as she wants. Her magic touch is exactly what I need after how nutty life in Traitor’s Den has been lately. I deserve every hypnotic, milky, swirling Moon Mixer she sends my way. Hell, I might get fancy and skip right on to a Roll in the Hay, maybe even a Sirens on the Rocks.

I need more magic like I need a point-blank bullet to the head. All that dragon power Rhett’s already given me is churning around inside me, causing as much trouble as the great poohbah dragon protector himself, and he’s trouble walking in a pair of perfectly fitting jeans. Regardless of my desires, and I’ve got lots of them thanks to the two men who won’t stop shooting suggestive looks my way, more magic is exactly what I’ve got—plus a whole band of dragon shifters without it, heh, pointing fingers at me for taking what they think is theirs. Oopsie.

Trinity Thompson lives life in the fast lane. At twenty-five, she’s focused on proving that women can compete on the race track. Born into a family who lives and bleeds racing, Trinity is determined to go the distance. She has one chance. And no sponsors. Until a tall, dark, sexy distraction named Hunter walks into her life and offers to make, her dreams come true. But her dreams come at a price, one that Trinity can’t afford.

Two years ago, everything changed for the remaining members of the Seattle rock band Tempest. Two years is a long time. Too long to keep on remembering. Not nearly long enough to forget. In trouble, with nowhere else to go, songstress Lace Lowell seeks refuge with the band during their stop in New York City.

Caelum stopped his father, but at what cost? Brigid was gone, taken by the very woman she once owed her life to, and Caelum was now wanted for his father’s murder. Now, he has to deal with the aftermath of his decisions, and with the other syrens, who only seem determined to make his life more difficult.

Against all odds, Calla is adjusting to her new life alongside the vampires who brought her into the supernatural world. As they work to bring longtime enemies together, to forge a better future for vampires and humans alike, they must find a way to mend the rifts created long before Calla even existed. But the rocky relationship between the vampires and those who hunt them isn’t the only threat. An ancient dynasty of vampires close to them is hellbent on destroying their peace and the life Calla has built with her mates.

When the truth about the blood oath is revealed, Calla has a devastating choice to make: leave the vampires she’s caught feelings for or stay and fight for the life she’s built with them. And each choice has severe, irreversible consequences.

They vowed to own me—body, heart, and soul. I never thought I’d let them. The only thing more terrifying than being taken captive by four vampires is falling for each of them. Despite their rocky start, Calla can’t imagine her life without the immortals she’s bound to.

The Rocky Mountain Pack’s territory has always been her sanctuary. The one place where she was safe from those who track her, their pursuit merciless and unrelenting. But when Naya is taken from her very home, that refuge is violated. She’s exposed. There’s nowhere safe for her now. And her enemy is far more terrible than she ever imagined. An immortal, the woman can’t be killed. She’s lived a thousand years already. Naya is determined to find a way to end the immortal where none has been found before. She is a warrior. She’s trained her entire life to defeat the hunters.

When Bruno rides up on a Harley, all muscled and tattooed, it isn’t just the bike that purrs. I’m drawn to the wolf shifter in a way that can’t be denied. But when he can’t take his eyes off me, it’s not for the reason I’d hoped. He knows more about me than I do. My past isn't what I thought it was. My enemies are much more powerful than I’d ever imagined. My destiny alone remains the same. I’ll do whatever it takes to secure the future of werewolves.

When an attack lands me in the spirit world, I’m determined to get back to my life and my lovers. My only solace in the strange place is my mother, who has the answers to questions I never got to ask in her lifetime. And though I long for the pieces to the puzzle of her death and my life, the most important question of all is.... How do I get out of here?

The people and creatures of Traitor’s Den are always getting into trouble. It’s the one thing I can count on. The longer they spend in the Den, the more the spell that keeps us all here has the chance to take effect, turning us all into my Uncle Tucker’s version of cowboys and cowgirls. Our little one-way town is always wild and outrageous, and no day is ever the same. But when Rhett Stead and Zeke Doyle tumble through the portal, our town’s signature wild Western flavor swells a couple of notches, especially since they seem to think I’m their mate or queen or...whatever.

The Balance has been irrevocably altered, and I’ve found myself in the clutches of a blood mage. One that I find myself drawn to in more ways than one. I didn’t think it possible. Another mate? I could barely handle the three I already had. Our bond circle is tested as the true enemy emerges from the shadows. We must fight together as one or we will all fall. The fate of the world lies in my hands. Alone, I’m not powerful enough to save it. Can I depend on my mates to get along and join together to fight against the evil threatening us?

I am not supposed to exist—my parents murdered for their forbidden union. I’m a creature born of light and dark, of Heaven and Hell, and it's up to me to hold these fragile worlds together. And I’m back here, where I never thought I’d be, surrounded by devastatingly handsome males who’d give their lives for me. And all I want to do is go home, back to earth, but the balance has been threatened and I’m the only one who can set it right.

We spent 11 hours trapped in that elevator. Now that we're safe, he wants to know how compatible we really are...and if I can be as good for him as I claim.

I thought I’d enjoy some sun, go to the beach, and get a tan, but the universe has other plans for me...in the form of three dark-haired, handsome strangers. Logan: a sexy bad boy bartender whose charm works all too well on me. Elijah: a handsome and sweet cabana boy whose smile makes my heart swoon. Owen: a gorgeous surf instructor who pushes me out of my comfort zone to try new things. It was only meant to be a summer fling—three amazing nights with three gorgeous strangers. Of course, it couldn’t be that simple. It never is.

As Calla’s relationship with the vampires who laid claim to her continues to grow, they are faced with their biggest obstacle yet—her mortality. And when vampires are outed on national television, putting all of their lives at risk, the lines between right and wrong become blurred as they must devise a plan to protect their own. Despite the looming danger, Calla can’t help falling deeper for the vampires who she’s come to learn have more to them than the blood oath that brought them to her. On the brink of war with both hunters and ancient vampires, they must pick a side.

Traitor’s Den was meant to be a prison. A punishment. A hellhole my daddy could never escape. Over the decades, however, hundreds of us have found a way to make it our home. We’ve learned to deal with the many bumps along the way with colorful cussing and a dash of humor—often roused by one too many at the saloon—and we’ve embraced the spell that turns us all into honky-tonk cowgirls and -boys.