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Running away from home at 17 wasn't easy. Let's face it, though, nothing before or in the ten years since has ever been easy for me. And I'm doing okay—sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people's way, off people's minds. When a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared, frightened, terrified. I must be more broken than I realized because I'm none of those things. I'm intrigued—and I'm wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.

When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father's death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn't prepared for. When I was nineteen, I went to my mother's funeral. We weren't close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before. Sure, I have a half-brother who runs The Alliance. And yeah, he's given me his protection—in the form of a bodyguard and chauffeur. But I don't have anyone that really knows me. No one to really love me. Until I meet him. The man in the airport.

Okay, so my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn't married. And my bad for taking him to a friend's house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend's house because her husband was "busy working." Confused? So am I. Unsurprisingly, my date's wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole. Girl, I get it. Then to make matters more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date's wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother.

I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. No number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

Everyone tells me I need to get out there again. That I can't live my life with a permanent scowl on my face, jaded from my past, and not looking forward to my future. Dating is the last thing on my mind, especially when my beloved cafe can barely stay afloat. That's where Pack Axton comes in with an offer I can't refuse. Pretend to belong to Donovan, Liam, and Hunter. One has a heart of stone, one wears a thousand-watt smile, and the other is obsessed with me. If I can be the doting Omega to the three billionaires, my cafe and everyone's jobs will be saved.

I've always heard there's a fine line between love and hate. No one told me that line could destroy me. Noah Fontaine. King of the school. My living nightmare. The object of my fantasies. My new stepbrother. I did whatever it took to survive him. Every day he took more of me. I just didn't expect him to take my heart. Because of the boy I once hated, I'd never be the same girl again.

Sacrificed to maintain the fragile peace between her family and his, only Aurora Bianchi can sate Max De Luca's desires and keep his darkest depravities under control. But now his father wants complete control of The Syndicate… and she's an obstacle to their plans. A pawn her husband is forced to sacrifice.

The ruthless mafia king is no stranger to violence, but when he lays his eyes on my bruised and battered face, he's furious. I thought my makeup was thick enough to cover the beating I suffered until my inappropriately flirtatious boss noticed. As a cocktail waitress in his casino, I've always been on Mr. Salvato's radar, but now he's obsessed, demanding to know who hurt me and why, intent on making them suffer.

Rule number one: Never steal from a mobster. Rule number two: If you break rule one, don't agree to be his fake wife. And the golden rule? Don't fall for the ruthless, irresistible mafia king who now calls you his. Because when you break all these rules, you're left with a shattered heart, a secret child, and years of hiding from the man who thinks you're buried six feet under. Self-preservation was never my strong suit. Marco Barrone wasn't just another mark. He was a predator in Armani, with eyes like winter steel and a smile that promised ruin. Dangerous. Magnetic. Lethal.

For over a year, I've been hiding from my ruthless mob boss father and lying to everyone around me. Jordan is a sweet, protective biker who thinks we eloped in Vegas the night we met. The truth is, he was just supposed to be my ticket out of my gilded prison. I had nowhere to go, so when Jordan asked me to live with him after we got to his home in Rockland, I reluctantly agreed. After that, it was impossible to resist falling in love with him. But every second we're together is ruined thanks to the agonizing guilt eating away at me.

James. Grey. Beau—they're the handsome, unattainable Alphas that run the Aurora Inn. One minute they're kind, the next minute, they're cold and distant, shrouding themselves in secrets. They make me want things I shouldn't—and make my body crave things it shouldn't. I'm a Beta—there's no place for me in their world, let alone their hearts. Yet this pack—and their cat—have other ideas.

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to my hometown: find out why the police needed to interview me and get back to my daughter. Enter Noah James. My high school sweetheart and the man who shattered every dream I had with his refusal to acknowledge our baby girl. He had me fooled with his sexy smile and smooth charm. I swore I'd never let myself be fooled again. But one night of grief at Donna's Bar led to my world crumbling at my feet. It only took a couple of hours to realize the things I thought I knew were false.

My mom and I have a secret. For the last two years, we've been on the run from someone far worse than Ares, Hades, and Vulcan. We're tired of running. What better place to hide than behind the walls of Olympus? The home of the Pantheon, the mafia that controls East Haven? When we arrive, three dangerous men take an unlikely interest in me, despite my efforts to keep them at a distance. Vulcan: The sweet, flirty tech wizard Hades: The assassin with eyes so blue it hurts Ares: The heir to it all with an attitude to match

Maya planned to come to the sand planet, find her missing friend Cat, and go back to her life as a stew on a star cruiser. But when she arrives, Cat is gone. That wouldn’t be so bad, but then her own chances of leaving the planet are destroyed. Now she’s stuck on the primitive planet, and someone is doing their best to keep her there—and hold her captive.

My older sister ran away from home to avoid being forced into an arranged marriage with the mafia family blamed for her mother's death. Now, that burden has fallen to me. Eighteen and sheltered, my life has only ever revolved around the familiar comfort of the tennis court. I've always been shielded from the brutal realities of my father's world, protected from his enemies. Enemies like Lochlan Dunne, who my father now wants as an ally.

I was born to be the queen of Sin City. I just have to prove it to my father, Italian mafia king Dante Salvato. He thinks that I'm a spoiled, weak little girl who could never be capable of taking over his empire. The only thing standing in the way of me proving myself is a cocky asshole who doesn't know a thing about our world. For some reason, my father's preferred heir is Cole Brooks, which means he's now my competition.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.

I live my life head over heart and never rock the boat, which is how I wound up engaged to Bryan Davenport—the biggest mistake I ever made. We were a power couple, but no one knew how cruel he could be behind closed doors. When I decide to leave, my fiancé shows just how ruthless he can be and sends me running to the last person I expect: his best man.

First, Coffeezilla torpedoes my career as a barista. Then he dangles my dream job like a carrot on a stick. So what do I do? Make a deal with the devil. I learned the hard way: trust no one. That’s why I’m stuck serving lattes in the first place. Then Trent Saunders, aka Satan, waltzes in. Mr. Hot Shot is too busy barking into his phone to stop and read. Is it my fault he missed the big DO NOT USE sign on the table? OK, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed when he spilled coffee all over himself. But he deserved it.

She's back. We were kids the last time I saw her, but my innocent crush from childhood is full-grown now. And it's not so innocent anymore. She's a breath of fresh air from the series of one-night stands since being drafted into the NHL. I've only got one shot with her, and I'm not taking it for granted. I may give her the passion she's been craving, but she's the intimacy I've waited for my whole life.