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Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me. 

I was sold to my enemies. And not just my enemies. I was sold to monsters. I should know all about how to survive monsters, though; I come from a family of them. Surely the Rossi family can’t be as bad as the devil that’s been destroying me since I was eight years old. New York City, the powerful head of the Cosa Nostra, is my new home. Where Lucian, Raphael, and Gabriel Rossi now think they own me. But a dahlia has always bloomed best in the light, and even though everything about this place and these men is shrouded in darkness, I’m determined to thrive…to win.

The heart-stopping new love story from Emma Denny, following beloved characters from One Night in Hartswood and All the Painted Stars. 🏹🏹🏹 'Achingly thoughtful, wonderfully romantic, complex, and tender, Denny’s world and characters leap off the page and tug at your heart' EMMA R...

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I'm the proud owner of a house haunted by my dead Gram, best friend to a cocktail dress loving werewolf, and apparent soul mate to four plumbers who also happen to be elemental dragons. Besides rippling pectorals, tattoos, and … uh, nice, long pipes, the guys also have control of the elements. Supernatural law (whoever heard of such a thing anyway?) dictates that since I stumbled upon the guys in their alternate forms, I have to marry them. All four of them. Oh, and apparently one lousy (okay, awesome) night of sex means that I'm an elemental, too—and no amount of magical penicillin can cure this disease.

I’d never swipe right for Logan Rich. I’d rather swipe him off a tall building. Nothing gives me the ick more than the name Logan Rich. The billionaire dating app addict is my brother’s best friend. He’s also a selfish man-child who single-handedly tore my life apart when I was a teenager. So, when my boss at the magazine I work for decides I am to travel Italy with him while he works on his evolutionary new bio-fuel engine, I consider quitting on the spot. The business world may see him as an expert in his field, but I’m not fooled.

All year, single dad Lucas Knight has refused to give me any time off, or respond when I tried to flirt with him. He’s a dangerous, demanding, billionaire London kingpin, and I’m just his daughter’s nanny. It’s silly to adore him as I do. When he grudgingly agrees to give me Christmas off, it’s my one opportunity to get over him. I need to feel desirable, even if just for one night. So I join OnlySantas and plan a sexy show to boost my confidence. An anonymous profile, YourBoss, spends thousands booking me exclusively. And then I'm really in trouble.

He was my foster brother. He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed. I’m an open box of passé photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I’m the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. But he has come back. He’s not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad-boy rich brat that I hated to love. He’s the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn’t answer to Royce Kane anymore. He answers to Sicko.

Dario Alessi is twice my age and lethal in all the ways that drive me crazy. Now that I'm eighteen, the tension between us is impossible to ignore. When his Italian famiglia needs my help, I jump on the plane without hesitation, more than ready to prove my worth and finally earn my place in my family's Bratva. I didn't expect to pose as Dario's wife. I definitely didn't expect to share a bed. We tell ourselves it's just one time. One time to get it out of our systems. One time, and then we walk away. Liar, liar.

Emeline may have been alive for hundreds of years, but she's never really lived. She's never felt whole, not since she lost her mate so long ago. Now there is a new, younger wolf entering her life, and it will take more than her nose in a book to figure out that the warmth in her heart is much more than a promise of a new feeling. It's fate. Noah has known Emeline was his mate since he first saw her, only he doesn't know if she feels the same. When he finally takes the step, he'll have to pray she finds the connection and lets fate save them both.

The Court Jester marks his targets with a ribbon. That's how I find out I'm next. The moment that band of scarlet fabric appears on my pillow, I know it's a promise—a bad omen delivered by someone wicked. He's powerful. He's sinful. They whisper about him in the castle's shadowed halls. Everyone fears his devilish tongue, yet everyone desires his heated touch. With each seductive temptation, I fall under the jester's spell. With every forbidden moment, he ignites a fire that I've never known before. But the jester is guarding a treasonous secret. And becoming his obsession is dangerous.

I thought I could keep the two halves of my life separate. The one molded from lies and death was never supposed to bleed over. But when Silas, the man I obsessed over for years, storms into my perfectly balanced world, he shatters it in the worst way imaginable. Now I’m trapped, and a cyclone of danger is pulling everyone I care about into its path. My lies run so deep I can’t tell where they end…or if I’ll escape them. There’s only one way out. I just don’t know if I’ll live through it.

I owe him a debt. A big one. The payment can't be settled with money or favors. He only wants one thing. Me. Every action gets a reward. A button. Once I fill his jar with 365 buttons, he'll let me go. He'll let me walk away. But I have to earn every single one. By submitting to the darkest, cruelest, and most beautiful man I've ever known.

They call him Masque. I call him God - the man I want to consume me, own me, break me and corrupt me. Yet, I've never seen his face. His body ripples like an Adonis, sculpted in steel and dripping in sin. His flesh is inked with the mark of the chimera - one body, two very different halves. He plays hard. He plays rough. He has no limits. He's so f--king dirty, bad, and wrong. But I love him for it.

They warned me that the very sight of me would incite a side of Maverick I would want to flee in fear of. But I had no place else to go. My only option was to brave his wrath to survive. His darkness reaches into me, pulling at something raw, something I don’t understand. With every word he slays me, his every touch burns along my skin. He breaks down my walls, igniting my fiery temper all the while laying bare desires I was never meant to feel, much less act on. Beneath the fire and fury, I glimpse the cracks in his armor and the man he’s desperately trying to hide. 

I’m not a good boyfriend. But I am the most successful jeweler of my generation, a loyal friI’m the most successful jeweler of my generation, a loyal friend and some say the most handsome man in London. But I’m not a good boyfriend. I’ve learned from my past that a beautiful woman will never outshine the precious gems I deal in. That all changes when I spot Hollie Lumen. When she’s dazzled by the royal jewels my family crafted, she brings my world to a screeching halt.

From bestselling author Anne Rice, writing as A.N. Roquleaure. In the traditional folktale of 'Sleeping Beauty,' the spell cast upon the lovely young princess and everyone in her castle can only be broken by the kiss of a Prince. It is an ancient story, one that originally emerged from and still...

Icy, aloof professor Vivienne Carter is too busy working and raising her teenage niece to have time for a relationship. When she discovers a business card for mysterious Selene, a local dominatrix, Vivienne is intrigued. Why not get her itch scratched? No feelings need be involved. But then she discovers her alluring dominatrix is actually the bossy new principal at her niece's high school.

Boomerangers [boo-muh-rang-ers] - noun, informal: an adult who moves back home to live with a parent after a period of independence. Spencer: I love sex. I love the power, the intimacy, the euphoria it brings. Too bad I'm not having any... You'd think as New Orleans's most renowned sex therapist that I'd be swimming in single men. In a way, I am...except for the fact that one is in diapers and the other two are drowning in preteen hormones. As a single mother of three, my days are devoted to my clients and my kids, and my nights are spent with Fabio, my vibrator.

With her blue-black hair and striking green eyes, Cailin Jamenson is the epitome of beauty and the exemplar of strength. She has fought the enforced boundaries of being the lone Jamenson daughter and Redwood Pack princess, but it is the potential future with the dark wolf in her path that threatens everything she thought she desired.

For as long as I can remember, I've had one dream. Go to the same college as my friends, become the starting quarterback of a division one team, and hear my name announced to the world come draft day. The path was clear, and things were falling in place perfectly. And then she came along. Now I'm in love with a girl . . . whose heart was buried alongside the boy she gave it to. The ghost I can't compete with. The father of her newborn son. She wants me to walk away, to focus on my love for football, but I can't, because I have a new dream. And it begins and ends with them.