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I'm a trained assassin. Enlisted by the Fae Corps and instructed to kill, there is no place in my life for a fated mate. Then Gia crashes into my life. Flashing eyes, luscious lips that beg to be kissed. One whiff of her sugary scent and I know she is mine. But she's human, and no way can she withstand the barbaric mating practices of the Fae. I am too lethal. I should stay away. When she takes the hit meant for my target, I cannot let her die. So I do the only thing that will save her life...I form a soul-bond with the unconscious human. I want to make her bend to my will.

With the bonds I forged in the vampire court shattered, I seek refuge in a foreign kingdom. Surrounded by questionable allies, I long to forget the past. But every time I close my eyes, I see the men I left behind. My dreams haunt me, stirring up feelings and desires I'd rather forget. And then there's Midian, a king who shouldn't exist. He whispers in my mind, hinting at power that could be mine for the taking. Enticing me with the promise of true freedom.

Cyrus, the egotistical and frustratingly gorgeous leader of the fae under-city, can’t seem to decide whether he wants to kill me or claim me for his own dark and delicious desires. And Reid, a dangerous and hypnotically beautiful human Authority Agent whose sole purpose should be to keep me in the dirt, has decided to keep me as his own personal Pet instead. But when dark, demonic creatures start attacking, killing human and Fae alike, alliances must be made, especially when the monsters seem to be determined to find and slaughter me.

Three steamy age gap mafia instalove romances full of spice and feels.

What's a spelled, violin-wielding thief-for-hire to do when parts of a poem that lead to a map to unknown treasure falls into her lap? Follow it, of course. After being shot while retrieving the first piece of the map, Finley knows she's going to need some help with the next piece. On the road to figuring out where the second piece of the map is, a tip points her in the direction of three men. Obsidian, the hamrammr, Stolas, the hellhound, and Verkor, the unseelie fae. Finley gets a little more than she bargained for when they meet.

The old legends are true. Each full moon, at midnight, the veil between our world and the orcs' weakens, and raiders can pass through the standing stones... to take what they want. And what do they want this warm summer night? Me. All three super-spicy, instalove, romantasy Highlander romps of the Stolen Harlots series in one volume! This collection features: Bred by the Orc, Running from the Orc, and Wagered to the Orc.

He’s her captor, her hell, and the only man who makes her feel alive.

The Bond has been made, Reid and Cyrus will never let me go. But who is trapped with who? They will protect me from my father. Rescue the Fae who were stolen. And indulge my deepest, darkest desires. They have their hidden agendas. But I have mine. As the world turns to darkness in Ivan's shadow, the Dark Fae grow in number and ferocity. The lines between magic and science are blurred, and a hidden weapon lies in wait.

Something never felt right with me. And I have to take these mysterious pills my parents insist I need. Until one night, my life turns upside down when my parents reveal the truth about me. That I'm an omega. But when I convulse in pain on a cruise ship, I start to panic. And maybe throwing away the mystery pills wasn’t such a good idea after all.

I didn't know he has been watching me all this time. I had a plan to escape. Everything is going perfectly at my wedding rehearsal dinner until he turns up. The Kingpin. Twenty years older. Dark, dangerous, gorgeous. I was going to get out of this arranged marriage, but he steals me away. I want freedom. He wants me. We make a deal. If I can escape, he'll let me go. If I can't, I'll be his to do with as he likes for twenty-four hours. A thirty second head start and a key.

Imprisoned for an agonising two years, I was a pawn in my father's twisted game. He made me a weapon to be wielded against those I held dear. Now, I'm free. But freedom has only hurled me from one hell into another. Ivan and the tyrant Fae King are shattering the fragile harmony between Fae and monsters. Ancient abominations are crawling back into existence, painting the world crimson with blood and despair. All eyes are on me, the reluctant queen, to fix it all. But I'm fighting my own monsters. My two Bonded Mates betrayed me, broke my heart and abandoned me to a fate worse than death.

The moment he lays his eyes on her, there's no doubt about it… She will be his. Women like me don’t get happily ever afters. We’re chained. Kept women. There to fulfill men’s needs and nothing more. But I’m okay with that. I have a roof over my head. There are rules in place to keep me safe. As long as I follow directions, I get food in my belly, a warm, comfortable bed to sleep on, and an entire room to finally call my own. But then he steps into the room I’m in for the night. The mafia don.

Vale Tenebris never intended to honor the pact with the cursed Beast of a king, nor did she expect to fall so hard for the dragon shifters who saved her life. But when the ruthless Guild infiltrates the kingdom, this witch finds herself caught between impending war and the promise she never meant to keep.

I broke the rules and stole an auction item from her buyers. Because somehow, they’d managed to abduct a Gryfala princess. Though, she doesn’t look, or act, or sound quite like I thought one of her kind would. But I’m merely a Rakhii gladiator; this is the closest I’ve actually ever been to a princess. I’d be considered lucky, indeed, if she chose me to guard her. Instead, I want more. I need her to claim me. Because she doesn’t know it, but now I can’t let her go.

When the alien ship holding me malfunctions, I'm thrown into a shuttle and expelled from the ship. I awaken to find myself on what looks like a toxic waste dump - miles of inhospitable, eerie land where the ground smokes, the hills are black and barren, and it's unpleasantly cold. Soon I discover I'm not alone. There's an alien on the awful island. A familiar alien. He's the one who bought me from my captors. He's the one who paid extra because I'm a virgin. And he's the one who put me aboard the shuttle and saved my life when the ship went down.

When my human mate was auctioned, she was sold to a savage lot of aliens. I rescued her body from her tormentors. But her mind... She is hurt. She’s afraid I will abandon her; but I’ve been waiting all my life for my mate. I am not going to walk away. I’m going to help her heal. And I will help her fight for us.

Sergei has pined for months, waiting for his assistant to turn around and see he's the perfect man for her. But Ada only sees him as her boss. Until one night when they both have to work late and the office is deserted.... It doesn’t happen right away, but soon Sergei has Ada right where he wants her - in his bed. Then demons from his past resurface, and he brutally pushes her away before the darkness inside him can consume them both. But Ada isn’t about to let herself be used. Soon she turns the tables on him and disappears.

Being the daughter of a Butte copper king won’t buy Mary Millard happiness, especially when she discovers her father’s plan to marry her to a cruel man. Desperate, Mary makes an arrangement with a man she meets on a train: pretend to be my intended so I can delay the inevitable. But little does she know it isn’t one man who will save her, but two.

Leka is the perfect result of her planet's gene manipulation program: the beautiful young woman's only desire is to be bought by the man who will become her master and to serve his pleasure. But Leka's dreams for her future are shattered when Hend, a mysterious space-captain, steals her and brings her to another world in the hope that studying her will aid his cause.

Eight different psychologists, four police officers, two doctors, and my mother are all convinced that I now belong in the category of a survivor. Although I strongly believe the definition is sorely lacking, it's more of a stereotype for people who were lucky enough to live through unfortunate events or circumstances. The word survivor doesn't seem sufficient. It's too simple, also insipid.