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I was ruthless, brutal. A sociopath by all accounts. The leader of the American Vampire Clan, a male who all feared because I was merciless. And then I found my mate. Kayla. So fragile. Breakable. So human. I’d make her mine, and she’d hate me for it. I wanted to give her pain with pleasure, wanted to break her skin and lick up the blood I spilled...take Kayla into me like she’d take me into her.

One video call changed my entire life, and I was thrown into a new world where creatures that had only ever been in fiction and movies were now very much real. And one of them was coming after me. A werewolf - Lycan - from myth and lore. He said I was his. He said he was coming for me. So there was only one thing for me to do. Run. Cian said he wouldn’t stop until he found me, until he put his mark on my neck. He said he’d go to the ends of the world to make me his mate in all ways.

I'd lost my mind, was more animal than man. And all because I hadn't found my mate, that one female born to be mine and mine alone. As an over-400-year-old Lycan, my kind was known as fearsome beasts with unimaginable power. All feared us, and rightfully so. I had given up hope of ever finding my mate and because of that had let my inner beast reign supreme, control me. I was far more rabid than anything else. But then it happened. I saw her, my halfling mate. I craved her like no other, and I'd have her as mine no matter what.

I wasn’t human, not completely. A Lycan—a centuries-old wolflike creature that was feared by all, stronger than anything on the planet, and who was only ever after one thing. For over 300 years, I had one purpose in life. Find her, the one female born to be mine. My female who’d cause the Linking Instinct—that supernatural connection that told me she was mine and I hers—to finally take root and make me whole. And for hundreds of years, I’d been alone. Until I scented her, saw her, finally felt my heart beat and the blood rush through my veins with anticipation. Mine.

I realized I became this male for a reason. To take down the organization that stole and enslaved what was mine by right and fate. And I knew that because I found her, I found them. They thought they could take her, keep my mate from me. They didn’t know I’d destroy them because of it.

My life has been full of half truths tangled in lies—I’d been to hell and back more times than I could count. But nothing could have prepared me for the fear in her voice, and then the sight of that building going up in flames. After the way I treated her, the way I hurt her, I’d earned that pain back tenfold. I deserved to lose the only bit of light in my dark, twisted life. Neither of us have survived the suffering only to have it end this way and I refuse to believe that our time is done.

After the nightmare I just ran from, those details should have made him the perfect storm of "do not touch". Except I didn’t know any of this—other than the attractive part—when I met him. Our story started on a lie. He pretended to be someone else, and I didn't ask a lot of questions. Nor did I try to stop him when he snuck out of my hotel room in the wee hours of the morning. I was determined to start my new life on an uptick and a wild one-night with a hot stranger felt like just the ticket.

Jason owned the field—a major player, the best of the best. Invincible…until he drove home with three other wide receivers. The semi came out of nowhere and in one minuscule flash, his dreams were destroyed. Now as the machines endlessly beep around his hospital bed, he doesn’t understand how he survived. And he’s not sure he wants to keep living. Except when he hears her voice—a voice like melted caramel swirled in molten chocolate. The only way he can meet her is to open his eyes. But he just can’t do that right now.

Court of Death and Dreams is the third book in a brand-new trilogy set in the Chosen Universe. Fans of Sarah J. Maas and Jennifer L. Armentrout will adore this sizzling and addictive high fantasy romance.

Three years after his marriage ended in dramatic fashion, Noah Coleman has one goal - to steer clear of romantic entanglements. In fact, he steers clear of most human interaction, studiously avoiding his large, meddling extended family, working until he’s exhausted and then repeating the pattern day after day. His strategy has worked well for him for years, keeping him sealed off from anything that can cause him pain or angst. Or it was working for him...before his company was hired to rebuild the Admiral Butler Inn after a fire reduced it to rubble.

After my last romance turned into a dumpster fire, I did the only reasonable thing - I swore off men for all of eternity. So my bestie said she did the only reasonable thing - she signed me up for a freaking dating app. I thought it was a joke. But after too many martinis, I committed a cardinal sin. I slid into the DMs of the first eye-roll-inducing profile I found - @BigDeckEnergy.

They say bad things happen in threes. The first was when I lost my parents. The second came when I had to leave behind everything I knew to move across the world to live with my only remaining relative. But what was life for, if not for living? So I kept moving. Then the third thing happened, just as I was about to begin my junior year at the prestigious Blackstone University. I caught the eye of not one, not two, but three of the most infamous guys on campus. The three guys from the wrong side of the tracks.

I knew the minute I saw him that Levi Agozi was too perfect to be real. I didn't care. He came to me, asked for me, and, dazzled by his dark good looks and the bad-boy aura surrounding him, I gave in. Willingly. My father is set to become the next governor of Georgia, and he'll use me to get there if he has to. He'll hand me over, virginity and all, to the man with the biggest bank account and political pull. I wanted something more. I wanted Levi.

With everything on the line, Carter Quinn will do whatever necessary to take Quinn Organics to the next level, including risking his savings to gamble on a consultant. And it just might pay off...if he doesn't let romantic feelings distract him. Avery Scott loves helping her consulting clients succeed, but all too often, people treat her like she's nothing more than a pretty face. After being hurt one too many times, she's learned to keep her guard up, but Carter's work ethic and kindness are starting to break that wall down, leaving Avery's heart at serious risk.

Romance isn’t even on Carter Quinn’s radar. Which is why he’s shocked to find himself falling for Avery Scott, the lovely consultant he hired to help take his organic farm to the next level. But can he convince the commitment-shy Avery to let down the walls around her heart and take a chance on love? Ivy Quinn wanted to be a star—until country superstar Nash Bennett crushed her dreams on national television. She was sure she’d never see him again. So imagine her surprise when he shows up years later, hoping to make amends, rekindle her musical dreams, and win her heart.

When Ella Henshaw agrees to attend the annual Bite the Ice party at Laker House with her best friend, she knows it's a bad idea. Especially, since it’s a hockey party, and she swore off hockey players a long time ago. Enter Connor Morgan. Handsome. Confident. With enough persistence to wear down even the most stubborn heart, he’s determined to win over the girl he hurt in freshman year.

Single dad of Seattle Mitch Benson can't move, can't blink, can't think, let alone do his job and photograph the woman on stage. Every fiber of his body wakes up when Paige McPherson starts to dance. She pours out her heart, bares her grief and pain for the world to see - the same grief and pain that has ruled his every waking moment since his wife passed and left him to raise their daughter alone. Paige is dancing his truth, and in that moment, Mitch knows his life is going to change.

I have a child with a man whose real name I don’t even know… No, I’m not crazy. I’m just careless. Or rather, I was careless. At 18, I met an older man on vacation. Never asked his name, but we sure as hell made a baby together. Today, when I finally meet him, I find out he’s going to be my boss. Life has to be joking around with me. Well, his real name is Archer. At least I know that much about my baby daddy.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. Technically. I faked my death to get out of a loveless marriage, but that was only half the battle. To ensure my vampire duke can never find me, I have to run far and fast enough so he can’t catch me. Because if he does, it’s over. Not just my life—for real this time—but my entire family’s.

The arrangement was perfect. I make my donation, she gets her baby, we go back to being friends. No strings. No messy heartbreak. Except everything changes when we decide it’ll be a lot more fun to make a direct deposit and do things the old fashioned way. That spark between us? Now it’s a blazing fire I have no desire to extinguish. Our baby proposition just got a lot more complicated.