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When I presented as an Omega and ran away from home, I had only one goal in mind: to disappear. I was doing a damn good job of it, too… until I caught their scents. Denver, the alpha-hole mercenary with a heart of stone. Memphis, the cinnamon roll hunter-tracker with fire in his soul. And Camden, the golden retriever survivalist with kind blue eyes. I should've stayed away, but I could barely think through the heat threatening to burn me up from the inside out. By the time I discovered they were a team put together by my sadistic stepfamily to drag me home, it was already too late.

His lips finish devouring yours, leaving you speechless. Mere seconds ago, you were complete strangers, but now, under the moonlight, he’s everything to you. You trust him. He looks into your eyes, anticipation building as your lips are centimeters from his. All you need is his answer, the words that will make you his...forever. He smiles and whispers, “I reject you.” Heart shattered, you watch him walk away with his devil’s grin. Little does he know that a crown sits heavily on your head, one that gives you power, control, and the opportunity for you to meet him again.

Demons aren't supposed to be allies, let alone lovers, but here I am. Know that expression to hell and back? Been there, done that, just to save one of them. Sure, it was terrifying, but it beats meeting the in-laws. Aaron, my half-angel boyfriend, is just dying to take me home to dear old mom and dad. Meanwhile, in the struggle to avert the apocalypse, Lucifer himself has taken an interest in me and graces my pizza parlor to give me a warning. I'm in danger from his rival, Mammon, who is trying to take over hell, but that's old hat for me.

Heaven and Hell are after us, and I’m yearning for some hot gooey cheese, the smell of marinara, and the heat of my pizza ovens. It’s not safe for my employees if I show up at work, but laying low isn’t my style. When an archangel grabs my demon prince, I’m itching for a fight. As my magical powers evolve, I’m more than willing to go on the offensive, but that isn't what fate intends. Instead of fighting to get my prince back, I’m searching for the battery of souls fueling Mammon's campaign to conquer Hell.

Dire Wolf Phego has a history. One that haunts him and holds him back in ways even he doesn’t want to admit. A mission for one of his brothers bring changes, though, and he’s going to have to figure out how to deal with his past if he’s ever going to have a future. Michaela likes to be needed. As the doctor of her pack, she’s used to being called out at all hours to assist on everything from accidents to baby deliveries.

When the Monster Relations Bureau tells me I've been identified as a kraken shifter's mate, my first instinct is to run. I learned the hard way what it means to be treated like someone's possession, and I'm not about to make the same mistake twice. Only, Elias is… different. Patient and careful with me, willing to wait as long as it takes for me to let him in. The more I learn to trust him, and the more he draws me under with the dark temptation of his touch, the more the defenses I've held onto for so long start to crumble.

Firebrand chose me. Me! I'd be flattered if I didn't know the all-alpha band has chewed through at least six other band managers in as many years. But I won't be their next ex-manager. I've been waiting for my shot, a chance to prove myself, and this is it. I will not mess it up. Jax, Dylan, Asher, and Holden will be whipped into shape if it's the last thing I do on this earth. I will not break. I will not give in to their charm. Not even when my body betrays me, its beta chemistry shifting in a way that I don't understand. That I can't control.

There’s no escaping a Dire Wolf on the hunt...Dire Wolf Phego has a history. One that haunts him and holds him back in ways even he doesn’t want to admit. A mission for one of his brothers bring changes, though, and he’s going to have to figure out how to deal with his past if he’s ever going to have a future. Michaela likes to be needed. As the doctor of her pack, she’s used to being called out at all hours to assist on everything from accidents to baby deliveries.

Some people are marked for greatness, some have all the luck, and some catch their boyfriend boning his secretary in the middle of the workday. Sick of being replaceable, I throw a dart at a map and ghost the jerk, ready to build a life that can't be packed up in an hour like I never existed at all. My fresh start comes to a bloody halt when I hit a dangerous man with more scars than sense on my way into town, someone that even the hospital is afraid to touch.

After a job gone wrong, I find myself in the back of a transport van on my way to the women's prison in my city. Only... We never make it there. Three canisters of knockout gas later, I'm ten thousand feet in the air with a dozen other prisoners being told to jump or die. I choose to jump. The island I land on isn't an ordinary island. The worst of the worst are put here by a private army to do the jobs normal people are too scared to do—their very own suicide squad.

When my parents died at the hands of a demon, I quit doing exorcisms. I hoped to be finished with the creeping darkness below. But it wasn't done with me. I tried to settle into life at my family's pizza parlor and slowly became content with the relatively carefree life it offered and the companionship of my vibrator. Then Darius, a friend from my old life, barged his way into my new one with an exorcism he couldn't handle. Now I'm hip-deep in hellhounds, my heart bound to several demons, a half-angel, and a mage. My main mode of transportation? A demonic horse that I love dearly.

Mammon of the Dire Wolves is too good of a soldier to go against orders. But obsession has a way of breaking you down, and even a shifter as disciplined as he has trouble going with the grain when there's a fated connection dragging him the other way. Too bad that connection is to a woman he sees as his enemy. One soldier breaking rules and ignoring orders, one princess dead set against falling for the enemy, and a group of killers with a single-minded focus on ending them both.

Even as the playboy of the Dire Wolves, Levi isn't exactly a soft touch. He likes his liquor, his women, and his photographs...but he also has an affinity for sharp knives and claws. What starts as an assignment to investigate humans finding their way onto a pack's land quickly becomes something darker, more dangerous, and a whole lot hotter than he expected.

Relinquishing my heart allows me access to my pent-up magic. But it has a side effect. Now, as I swim through the sea kingdom, I find myself randomly consumed by dark thoughts. Sometimes when I stare at the men competing in the tournament for my hand, I get a random itch—the urge to reach out and snap their necks. To hear that brittle crack of bone and watch their eyes fade to gray. It doesn't matter how sweet, funny, or handsome they are. The desire to hurt them is nearly overwhelming.

You know that old saying…. He's the next big thing. Yeah, that was me. I was a rising star, and I couldn't have been happier. Fame, money, women at every turn. I had it all, until the day my world came crashing in. I never fathomed this would be my life. But here I am, a single dad at 28, and I have no clue what I'm doing. I pray every day I'm giving her the best life, 'cause it's the only one I know. The minute I had lost everything and had nothing left to give. Charlee showed up.

Have you ever wanted to go back? I’ve contemplated it every day, for the last six years. Knowing that once I did, I’d wreck everything all over again, but still - I dream. Until last night. My past came back to me. As I finished my set, looking through the smoke and flashing lights, I see him. The wreckage still written on Chord’s face tells me hell’s coming.

To maintain my place as Queen of Okeanos, I need someone to quite literally take my broken heart into their body. So... I'm hosting a tournament to find a willing puppet—someone who will let me pull their strings. But who should I choose? The sweet, funny courtier? The seductive stranger? The rebel who hates me as much as his next breath? The options weigh me down as all around me, threats emerge. Attacks. Someone doesn't want me to rule the depths. I need to change the tides to keep from being dragged under, but can I survive long enough to choose my own fate?

Lachlan Daly makes me feel everything I swore I never would. One glance into those whiskey-colored eyes and I’m lost. His on-again, off-again desire for me has my head spinning and my pulse pounding. The minute I think I have it figured out, I find myself making decisions that we both will regret. Ink and whiskey have a way of making the truth come out.

Rhyker, tattooed bad boy and lethal jaguar shifter, falls for the sweet and caring healer, Keena. Except, she’s determined to keep him in the friend zone. Good thing he’s a predator that enjoys the hunt. Together, can they heal their past and forge a future bonded with true love?

Do you dream of ridiculously hot men? Okay, maybe you do. But do you actually ever meet those men you dream about in real life? I didn't think so. That's probably a good thing though because I have... And these men from my dreams have done nothing but pull the rug of reality out from under me... which was how I fell and ended up in a world that I thought only existed in romance books.