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He ruined my best friend's life, and now he wants me. Benito Bernadi is the unhinged, feared and ruthless consigliere of the Di Santo mob and he's decided I need protecting. If Benito hadn't ruined the Falconi family two years ago, they wouldn't have dragged their son—my best friend—across...

Overnight, my casual hookup turns into a psycho who leaves me battered and bruised. With no money, my nightmare gets worse when he burns my home and everything I own to the ground. So, I do what any scared, self-respecting Omega does, and run. Hiding in a new city with a fresh approach to staying alive, I keep my head down until I get caught in a crossfire. When I choose to play Good Samaritan to one man over the other, I stumble into their world.

I'm a man who knows what he wants, and I knew within minutes of meeting Darcy that I wanted her. She's the real-life version of my dream girl. So what if she's married to a former friend? He certainly doesn't deserve her. But I do. Nothing can stop me from claiming not only her, but also six-week-old Owen. In exchange for a debt, her husband agrees to skip town and never return, allowing Darcy to start rebuilding the life her husband destroyed… one with me by her side.

I thought I knew the depths of darkness, but I was wrong. After escaping Lord Eldrion's clutches, I find myself in a new nightmare, haunted by visions of a looming apocalypse. The fate of Luminael rests on my shoulders, but the weight of my newfound powers threatens to crush me. As an empath, I...

I've been captured. Eryx and I have been separated, and our mating bond has been broken. I thought I could remain strong, but the longer I'm held captive, the more inside of me that seems to break. I'm afraid that when he finds me, he won't see me as the girl I once was, because I'm not. My heart is harder, and the need in me for justice has created a craving for bloodshed I never thought possible. The girl I am now is no longer okay with secrets, but that's all he seems to have: more and more secrets. Was our love a result of our mating bond? And now that it's gone, will we feel the same?

I've always been a freak in a mask. A cold-hearted psycho. Not fit for polite society. But not in her eyes. My stepsister, Shiloh, is everything I'm not. Kind. Sweet. Innocent. She took one look at me and saw someone worth saving. So, when she was assaulted and justice wasn't served, I took care of it. I became justice. That earned me eleven years in a psychiatric hospital. Everyone thought I'd be there for life. They were wrong. Now that I'm out, I want revenge. I'm going to destroy everyone who dared to hurt my girl while I was gone. But not before I'm taking what's mine, and that's Shiloh.

I've always known Charlotte was off-limits. She's my best friend's daughter. The one woman I can't have. But when I find her stranded in a storm, I can't stop myself. One night together, and I break every rule. I said it wouldn't happen again. I lied. I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine. And no one, not even her dad, is going to stop me.

I wasn't born a serial killer. The horror of my past made me what I am today. But I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Because only one thing gives me respite from my panic attacks. Murder. I used to have a broody protector that kept my demons at bay. His darkness rivaled my own, and he was my everything. Tragedy tore us apart when we were eighteen. And since then, he's stayed away. Not too far, though.

I came to clean up a scandal. I left begging for them. Day one on the job and New York's hottest firehouse hands me three disasters: Hale—the captain with a filthy mouth and zero mercy. Evan—the caretaker with kiss-it-better hands… and a staring problem. Noah—the sunshine sinner who...

I was manipulated by the Jester. I fell for the Fae Lord. But if we are to survive what is to come, then I am going to have to become The Harlequin. My name is Alana Leafborne, and my destiny hangs by a thread. Divided between light and shadow, I stand torn between a choice that will shape the...

I've been here from the start—watching, waiting, and breathing in the fear that clings to her skin. She prays to a god that doesn't listen, locks doors that don't keep me out, and walks through a world that I've already carved her name into. She thinks she's alone. She isn't. I live in the shadows, in the walls, beneath her feet. I sleep under her bed. I steal the scent of her skin from the clothes she sets aside. I keep her safe, even as I pull the strings that unravel her sanity, thread by thread. She calls me a demon. A nightmare. A Hellkeeper.

Everything that could have gone wrong did. With the threat of the barren, Freya's unknown location, and the High Priest looming over us, it's hard to rest, and Eryx and I are no longer. Mykill keeps telling me that he'll forgive me, but I know he won't. Our enemies continue pressing into us, trying to break us. And those I once considered allies prove themselves as foe. Will Mykill and I be able to partner enough to defeat them? Or will the crushing weight of our enemies flatten us?