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Quando um encontro casual desperta um vínculo improvável entre os assassinos e rivais Sloane e Rowan, eles constroem algo aparentemente impossível: uma amizade de duas almas sombrias que por acaso gostam de matar outros serial killers. À medida que a sua amizade se transforma em algo mais, o perigo aumenta e eles passam de predadores a presas, correndo o risco de perder não só o amor recém-descoberto, mas a própria vida.

Finn Davenport has spent the last year living alone on his California ranch. A former Navy SEAL with a bleeding heart, he's going to hide in his cabin in the woods until he can leave the world better than he found it. Rosalie Thorne is the world's biggest pop star, but after falling for her smooth-talking manager, she finds herself at the mercy of a cheating control freak with a chokehold on her career.

Devon Murphy has never believed that there were fairies at the bottom of the garden, but when he's in an accident on his way to his grandmother's house and comes face to face with the biggest, baddest wolf he's ever seen, he's forced to reconsider. When his grandmother asks him to look into a string of suspicious accidents, he finds a much bigger mystery to unravel. From his childhood best friend to the too-attractive deputy Wade Hunter, everyone in Rowan Harbor seems to have something to hide. Devon has to get to the bottom of it all before the accidents turn deadly.

In this steamy and intoxicating dark mafia romance, Wren Montana will do anything to save her brother – even make a bargain with the most dangerous man in Los Angeles. Bane Rivera. My name is feared in the seedy underbelly of Los Angeles. There is only one rule that I live by, only one rule...

Fifteen years ago, Sawyer Caldwell murdered four people—but left me alive. Now, on the run from my abusive ex, the dense Appalachian forest where I once escaped a killer's grasp is the only place I feel safe. Except someone's lurking in those trees. Watching me. Waiting. It can't be Sawyer Caldwell. He's dead. Shot by the police. So who's hunting me in the woods— And why do I wish it's the serial killer who let me live?

He collected beautiful things. Rare things. Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor. The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being. He came to kill me. That was his business. Death. He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things.

Жизнь – театр, где все мы играем какие-то роли. Какая тайна скрывается в прошлом скромной аптекарши из провинциального городка? Чего боится начальник городской стражи? Поможет ли любовь им сбросить маски и одолеть своих демонов?

When the oracle warns Prince Aeson that his future mate is in the human realm and is in great danger, he wastes no time going in search of her. Problem is he has no idea who he's looking for. He's never met her, and the oracle couldn't give him anything more than small clues as to who she is and where she might be.