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When I'm charged with bringing back runaway Sloan Masters to her father, the instructions are disturbing: If you can't extract her, unalive her. I don't hurt women, I protect them. But I still have a job to do.

One man is set on revenge, another man for justice. Can the two of them work together to find the answers to right two wrongs? Kelly Brown is finally free from the United States Disciplinary Barracks, where he took part in an experimental program that changed his life forever, and he’s got a few scores to settle—who kidnapped his sister at fourteen, and who got her pregnant? London St. Michael is mourning the loss of his good friend, Mathis Sinclair, who is mown down in the prime of his life by a hit-and-run driver.

Addie has a stalker. And not one of those hot ones from the romance novels. A real, murderous, and probably not-so-drool-worthy stalker. So when her best friend pushes her towards a private security company how could she say no? Especially when the owner of the company has dark hair, tattoos, and… oh no. Natalia has an obsession. A lethal obsession in the form of blue eyes and freckles.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

Two steamy, emotional Romantic Thrillers from New York Times bestselling author Toni Anderson.

Two pulse-pounding FBI Romantic Thrillers where danger, justice, and passion collide. Packed with high-stakes action, emotional depth, and addictive chemistry, these stories prove why Toni Anderson is a master of modern Romantic Suspense.

I hate obscure school rules. Especially the one that says siblings have to room together after a tragedy. Now I'm stuck sharing my dorm with my stepbrother, and I have no idea how either of us is going to make it to the end of the school year without offing the other. Just as I'm getting used to having Felix around, someone else tries to off him, and now my cousins and I have to figure out who's after him, and why. We might not like each other, but Felix is family, and that means he's mine to protect.

Waitressing isn't a calling; it's a way to pay for my art degree. Until Killian Smith walks into the bar and turns my world upside down. It isn't that he's drop-dead gorgeous. Rich. Powerful. It's that he's unhinged. I know the dead look in his eyes. I've seen it before. And he sees me too. Every night is some twisted game of cat and mouse and he's drawing closer to catching me. Until one night when I step into a back alley and I'm a witness to a Bratva murder.

Ivy's weekend misadventure in the sticks goes from bad to worse when she hits an animal with her car and winds up in a ditch. One minute, she's faced with a giant black wolf, and the next, he's transformed into a naked man before her eyes. And he insists—she's coming home with him. Tyson hasn't been in man form for years, for very specific reasons. Instead, he's chosen to stay a wolf, deep in the forest.

The deeper we dig, the darker the secrets. Silverwood is filled with nothing but liars and deceivers. I thought I could trust them. I thought I could have them. Now, I know … none of it was ever truly mine to keep. There is a thin line between love and obsession. The Scorpion Kings have crossed it. And I fear I’m not far behind.

Born into a Russian Mafia family, Vlad Karev is no stranger to violence… but this time it’s personal. Someone has murdered his father and Vlad can’t rest until he finds the killer. When the trail leads to an art gallery, Vlad wants to dig deeper, but he needs help from the owner’s daughter. The pretty redhead is far too innocent for a man like Vlad, but he’ll do what it takes to get the information he needs. His obligations are to the family, even if that means using the fiery woman.

Rare bookstore owner Dmitry Karev left the Russian Mafia behind when his wife died, but there’s too much at stake to keep his back turned any longer. His father is dead and his brothers may be next. Someone’s been leaving Dmitry clues about the killer, but he never expected his informant to be a bombshell like Harper Allen. Now the curvy computer expert is testing not only Dmitry’s methodical nature, but his self-restraint as well. But with his family’s lives in the balance, Harper may be the best chance Dmitry’s got to catch a killer.

Former Russian mobster Maxim Karev is a man with something to prove. His father’s been murdered and even his own brother thinks he’s guilty. To clear his name, Maxim has to return to the organization he left behind. He likes to work alone, but this time an FBI agent leaves him little choice—either she goes in undercover with him, or Maxim can rot in jail. One thing’s for sure—he’s not going down for a crime he didn’t commit. If playing with the beautiful agent is what it takes to prove his innocence, Maxim is prepared to go the distance. FBI agent Savannah Casillero never backs down.

My life got turned upside down when I got an inheritance from the grandmother I never knew existed. Of course, it came with stipulations, one of them being that I attend this rich as hell private school. Not so bad, right? Wrong. I come from the wrong side of the tracks, and I thrive there. Cursing is my only language, I’m covered in tattoos, and the sound of breaking bones is like music to my ears. I’m bored though.

She's not alone anymore. But them knowing the secret she's kept for fifteen years may be the one thing she can't survive. The men who found her have begun to quiet the darkness that once consumed her, slowly helping her piece herself back together. But Darla is still clutching one devastating secret—one she swore she'd never reveal. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep it buried. As old wounds resurface and deadly threats close in, it's clear their pasts are far from finished with them.

A party is all fun and games until someone goes missing. Unfortunately, sometimes people wind up dead. Not usually because of me, and I can’t say burying a guy is something I have a lot of experience with. So when a scary, sexy stranger wanders up and taps into all of my fears and all of my dark tastes, I can’t help wondering if this dark tragedy was meant to be.

I've survived combat zones and classified missions. But watching her walk into danger? That might kill me. The assignment seemed straightforward: pose as a dutiful boyfriend while she infiltrates a finance mogul’s operation. Keep her safe. Keep my distance. Get the evidence and get out. Simple, until the mogul hired me as his personal security. Now I have a front-row seat to his empire of greed—and his predatory interest in the brilliant woman I'm supposed to be pretending to love. Every day I watch him dangle millions in front of her like bait, testing her limits, pushing her boundaries.

Don't miss this classic gothic tale from New York Times bestselling author Jana DeLeon After working as a cop in New Orleans, Carter Trahan is back in Mystere Parish, where his latest assignment seems like a joke: making sure Alaina LeBeau lives in her childhood home for two weeks to comply with...

We made a deal with the devil many years ago and sentenced ourselves to a life of hookups and casual sex. It's not safe for us to bring a woman into our lives, and until recently, it was enough. But then we met her. Our Angel. On the outside, Leighton's a good girl forced to live a life as a pawn in a game she didn't choose to play. But on the inside? On the inside, she's the missing piece of our puzzle. There are a million reasons we shouldn't want her. We're eighteen years her senior. She's the police commissioner's daughter. We work with the most infamous criminals in the city.

Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.