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First of all, that was a lie. I was far too interested in Willow—aka Chaos—Doyle. Second of all, she was my best friend’s sister-in-law. Which was a big freaking problem. She was light and I was far too much darkness for the likes of her. I was too paranoid and controlling because I’d learned very few people could be trusted. Not my family. Not my former job with the Army. I could barely breathe around all the lies I’d been fed in my life. Being alone was safer. Until she showed up at my door in trouble.

Losing my innocence at 13 in the most brutal way changed me. My kidnapper stole my childhood and tried to break me. The knowledge my father orchestrated the entire situation hardened my heart, and instead of grieving his death, I celebrated it. One down. Many more to go. Now I’m in charge. Men bow before me. Except for him—the brother of my abductor. Massimo fights me every step of the way, but I’m not about to let the explosive chemistry between us deter me from my chosen path. His family is my enemy. He is my enemy, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

Powerful and merciless. Cunning and cruel. A monster wrapped in luxury and wealth. Mikhail Romanov is my opposite in every way… and my new husband.

For the past six months, Loren Calla's life has consisted of one simple objective: stay alive. With the help of her new friends and the love of a ruthless Darkslayer, she has defied the odds. But with the Veil rapidly falling, and swarms of bloodthirsty creatures invading Yveswich, survival has once again stepped beyond her reach. Pushed into a war between worlds, she must ask herself a question: what—or who—is she willing to sacrifice for victory? For love?

When Darkslayer Darien Cassel first took human Loren Calla under his wing, he made a promise to protect her from anything. Now that she has fallen into a coma, every day a losing battle to return to life, he is determined to save her. When he hears rumors of the one place in Terra that houses a secret that just might bring her back to him, he drops everything to try it, leaving behind the city he grew up in and the people he calls family. His decision sets his best friend Maximus Reacher onto a road of his own.

Vadka Dragunov—Bratva executioner, cold-blooded strategist… and my dead sister’s husband. The man who built his empire in blood and protected it with silence. The man with a stare that holds me hostage—and a voice that cuts straight through me. I've avoided him, and the way he makes me feel, as I've wallowed in my own grief following my sister's death. But now there's no escape. I’m living in his world. I've been targeted. The Irish want war. And the only safe place left is under his watch… or under him.

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.

As a human domina, Camille's only purpose in life is to birth vampire children for the powerful Quiet King. Trapped within the castle walls under strict rules and constant surveillance by guards, Camille has spent the last two years witnessing the brutal slaughter of innocent babies and insurmountable atrocities against other women. Camille decides to take matters into her own hands and plans to escape with the help of a vampire Path Finder named Xander, who is known for aiding many humans out of slavery.

Semyon Kopolov. Gorgeous and formidable. My childhood crush and brother’s best friend. They call him the Ice King—cold, ruthless, unforgiving. He’s the reason my mother’s dead. Now he’s my husband. Once he was my protector. The boy who carried me when I fell and swore to shield me from monsters. Until he became one.

I searched for her for two years. Each day felt like a lifetime. I was losing my mind, imagining all the things that were being done to her. But I finally found her. And now, it's time to bring her home. They took her from me, and they're going to pay. I'm getting Alina back, and then we're going to set the world on fire and watch them burn.

I was born with noble blood in my veins. Heir to a powerful dynasty. Wealth. Power. Aristocracy. Temptations too dangerous to resist. Until someone tried to steal it all. Scarred and broken, I emerged from the flames. Now I’ve returned to take what’s mine. Revenge. The first item on my agenda? Make Ivy Moreno my wife. Second? Bend her until she breaks.

I slapped Gio Volante when he told me he'd be making me his bride today. But he just yanked my panties down, spanked me with his belt, then bound my hands with it and made me come hard.

I'm used to women wanting me, not hating me, but my wife looks at me like she's hoping my next breath will be my last. Our marriage wasn't by choice, but when I vowed to be her husband, I meant it. I never go back on my word, so we're married whether she likes it or not. At least for the moment. The plan was for me to stay married until we got what we needed from her brothers. As long as I don't touch her, we can annul this unfortunate blip on my bachelor timeline. The problem is she looks sweet, and she smells sweet, and then I risk everything and take a taste.

Nothing will ever be the same again. Our bonded group has been torn apart, and the monsters are now the prey.

Last January, I drunk-married my nemesis - hot, oversized geek Graham Tate. With no memory of how it came about, there was only one solution: run off before he woke up and pretend it didn't happen. It would have worked perfectly if I hadn't wound up pregnant. Graham is the opposite of everything I want in a man - practical, disciplined, frugal - but living with him until the baby arrives has me wondering if, perhaps, I've been wanting the wrong things all along. And if that drunk version of me last January might have been onto something.

After I put my ring on her finger and told her she was mine, Olivia Volante tried to storm out, but when I pinned her to the wall and spanked her, I didn't just find her wearing no panties. I found her soaking wet. Because her body isn't giving her any more choice about belonging to me than I did. That's why my virgin bride is bucking and writhing and coming hard for me as I ravage her amidst the remnants of the wedding dress I just cut off. And why I made her my wife in the first place.

The first time Cassio meets his fiancée, she calls him “sir.” After losing his wife, Cassio is left to take care of two small children while trying to establish his rule over Philadelphia. Now he needs a mother for his children and someone who can warm his bed at night. But in a world as traditional as his, choosing your wife is duty not pleasure. Rules have to be followed, traditions heeded. That’s how he ends up with a woman - a girl - barely of age. She may not be what he and his children need, but she’s lovely and a sweet temptation he can’t resist.

My name is Reina Ellis. Popular. Beautiful. Untouchable. Problem is, I remember none of it. His name is Asher Carson. Gorgeous. Silent. Dark. Oh, and my future husband. He has three rules for me: I’ll bow. I’ll break. I’ll pay for what I’ve done. Problem is, I don’t remember what I’ve done, but I have a clue. There was a fire. A dead girl. And I was there.

I live alone on the mountain for a reason. I’m dangerous—too strong, too aggressive, too close to feral. But then she shows up—with sweet curves, sultry voice, and a scent that drives my wolf insane. A gorgeous human, pouring drinks at Cody’s Saloon and hiding a shattered past behind her smile. I know the second I scent her—she’s mine. My mate. The one I was made for.

With one look at Leonardo Volante, I knew he'd be the kind of husband who takes off his belt when his bride is sassy. But I wasn't expecting to be ordered to strip the moment we were wed. Or to be quite so shamefully wet when he bared me... Even before he saw the arousal glistening on my thighs, he knew I needed him to bend me over, redden my ass, and then take me so roughly that I scream his name as he makes me his.