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The broken condom. The two pink lines. The baby growing in my belly. And the daddy? None other than Victor Morozov. Mafia boss. Ruthless kingpin. My baby daddy.

When Bernadette Crenshaw used questionable means to look into her best friend's new vacation fling, she never thought it would disrupt the dealings of the world's most eligible billionaire bachelor. Frank N Stein has more than a few skeletons in his closet and swore off mingling with humans long ago. But when one hacks his company, resulting in the release of a toxic formula that turns humans to ghouls, he has no choice but to force her to cooperate. When literal sparks and pettiness fly, who will be the one left standing?

Rafael Moretti is a gorgeous monster. Tall and broad, he dominates New York's underworld with an iron grip and cold, silver-gray eyes. But before he was the man everyone feared, he was my protector. My friend. The boy I could never forget. Then, tragedy struck. My father was killed, and Rafael was implicated in the murder. There was no room for forgiveness. I dedicated my life to revenge.

Josh kissed me like he meant it. Carter carried me to bed like he owned me. Mason whispered filthy things I still dream about. It was supposed to be one wild night. Not the one that knocked me up. Now I'm juggling cravings, secrets, and a coffee shop, I can't open alone while trying to keep my best friend from finding out I slept with all her brothers. Too late.

Prim and proper art gallery coordinator Elle Walser is no good at seducing men. Heck, she's been throwing hints at her boss for months, but he's completely clueless. Desperate to escape her mother's matchmaking efforts, she comes up with a plan - buy some lingerie and climb into her boss' bed. The plan goes brilliantly...until she accidentally seduces a sexy stranger instead. Bad boy nightclub mogul Gabe Schultz just had the best almost-sex of his life. Too bad the smoking hot blonde thought he was his brother and bolted before he could finish what they started.

Two years ago, the perfect woman walked into my life—on the arm of my brother. From the moment I saw Trinity Lane, I wanted her. Despite the absolute contempt I have for my brother, there's a code, one I won't break. Not even the night she lands on my doorstep a quivering wreck and refuses to tell me a damn thing… Or when he comes looking for her with guilt in his eyes. Sometimes, our choices have a habit of exploding in our faces. None more so than the one I made by letting her walk away. It's the last mistake I'll make. I'll shatter all the rules to keep her safe—and keep us both alive.

What could possibly be the most infuriating thing to a vampire disgusted by the internet? A twenty-six-year-old social media influencer who just ran out on her cheating ex-fiancé and insists on staying in Vlad's quiet castle. But he needs money to repair his ancestral home, and Aubrey needs a place to lick her wounds after getting her heart broken. He is ready to have humans invading his space. He is not, however, ready for her.

Michael Hart is sin in a suit: dark blond curls, icy blue eyes, and tattoos etched in secrets. By day, he's a billionaire tech mogul. By night, a mafia king. Our paths were never meant to cross—until I was promised to one of his brutal underbosses. Obviously, I run. Guess who tracks me down? The devil himself. I expect punishment. Pain. A cage. Instead, I'm offered a way out: marry Michael and live under his protection. Safe. Untouchable.

This bundle includes Grinch, Harley, and Landon.

Growing up, the ice was my safe space. I excelled at playing hockey. However, these days, it's hockey players who provide sanctuary—one bed at a time. We have an arrangement. I offer them a night of pleasure, and in return, they grant me all the temporary, artificial love I can get my hands on—a chance to feel whole. Happily ever after doesn't exist where I come from, but I crave it just the same. It was a foolproof system. Until Barrett. One night with him was all it took to tear down walls and crack the facade I worked so hard to build.

Fifty million dollars. That's how much my sister's freedom cost. She's moved on. I haven't. I think about the horror of her kidnapping every day. Every hour. Every goddamn second. Someone has to pay. Yet despite my relentless searching, each road leads to a dead end. Until a chance meeting with my secret high school crush changes everything. She promises answers where I only have questions. She vows to support me on my quest for justice. Except I'm on a path to self-destruction, and if she's not careful, I'll take her down with me.

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Whoever coined that phrase is a bald-faced liar. Words are often the sharpest weapon of all, triggering some of the most powerful emotions a human can experience. "You're pregnant." "It's a boy." "Your son needs a heart transplant." Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me. Lies. Syllables and letters may not be tangible, but they can still destroy your entire life faster than a bullet from a gun.

My husband, in a rage, hit me in front of the wrong person. Diego, or Kincaid to most, beat the hell out of him for it. I left with Diego anyway. Even though he could turn on me just like my husband did, I knew I had a better chance of survival with Diego. That was until I realized Kincaid could hurt me so much worse than my husband ever could. Physical pain pales in comparison to troubles of the heart.  

Forget everything you know about the world. Vampires exist, Werewolves exist, monsters hide in the shadows, and it's my job to make sure they obey our laws. My name is Evelyn, and I'm a gargoyle. The last one or so I thought. A team of Gargoyles have found me. And for the first time in over a century, I'm not the only one of my kind around, which is a good thing since demons are slipping into this world fully formed.  

When Whitley Whitt becomes the chef at Castle Tepesh, she wants nothing more than to get the funds to buy back her grandmother's bakery and return to living her best life, reading romance and baking cupcakes. But the castle gets creepier day by day, and she thinks Connor O'Doyle is the biggest bosshole to ever live.

Silvery gray eyes...hair dark as night…the most wicked smile. That's what's waiting for me when I get home late one snowy night, just days before Christmas. The devil himself. Rafael Moretti. New York's most feared mafia boss… and my long-lost first crush.

If I wrote an autobiography about my life right now, I’d call it Blackmailed by the Billionaire. Ruthless, callous, and self-serving are the nicest words to describe the powerful CEO who wants what’s mine. He’ll use any method at his disposal to emerge victorious—including coercion. Too bad. He’ll soon learn I’m not like the others he’s manipulated to bend to his will. Those bully tactics won’t work on me. He has nothing of worth to offer. Until tragedy strikes and, like a vulture, he swoops in and rips apart my life.

I convinced myself I could survive 365 days as his captive wife. Get my bookstore back. Simple, right? Wrong. I wasn't ready for the raw, vajayjay-clenching desire in his look. The way he devours me night after night. He promises to ruin me for any other man. And I'm paying for my naivety,One filthy groan at a time. I also didn't foresee the hunger. The vomiting. The three positive pregnancy tests. Victor Morozov's baby. Growing inside me. Just as I think it's happily ever after, Eli and I get kidnapped. To save us, Victor must die... But I won't let that happen.

I ran from paradise to protect the man I love. But he's after me now. Because I took our baby with me. Nassau was supposed to be my fresh start. Far from my billionaire Russian's empire. Far from the chaos I brought to his life. Far from his mother's disapproving stares. But I can't truly leave...

What’s your worst day ever? Mine is getting fired and discovering my boyfriend cheating on me on the same day. At least, I thought that was as bad as it could get. It turns out I was wrong. Only someone with my kind of luck could arrive at an interview for a job I desperately need and then discover my potential new boss is the guy I drunk-kissed the other night. An unsolicited—and unwanted—kiss if the way he recoiled is any indication. I don’t expect him to offer me the job as a nanny to his seven-year-old daughter. I mean, who wants a drunken harlot taking care of something so precious?