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With Tarnil free, Blue and his allies consolidate and recover from the mage-king's depredations. As he establishes himself firmly at home, he starts reaching out to the world that he is now a part of. There is a lot of work to be done to prevent further war, or worse.

So, our mission on an alien planet fell apart before it even got started. Great. Now I’m the only surviving military crew member, leading a gaggle of civilian women in unfamiliar terrain. But it turns out one soldier isn’t enough to protect them from the monsters of this planet. Soon enough we’re all scooped up by a bunch of alien barbarian warriors with tails. When I meet their huge, red-eyed leader, he wraps his claws around my throat and looks like he wants to crush me. I can only think of one name for him: The Enemy.

NEVER CATCH THE COURT JESTER'S ATTENTION. AND NEVER BE ALONE WITH HIM. Those were the rules. And I'd broken them. The jester had been a dark temptation. Forbidden. Magnetic. Seductive. His wicked tongue was impossible to resist. Captive to my enemy's heated embrace, I became his obsession. And this devious, sensuous trickster became my destiny. Now our fates are linked. In a kingdom where passion and power clash, I'm the ruined princess he'd walk through fire to protect.

Sebastian Frost frequently found himself marrying women he barely knew. His first wife demanded that he marry her as payment for saving his life, his second tricked him into marrying her, the third he married to secure an alliance, and his fourth was Lysandra. Lysandra was the only woman that Frost chose to marry and she was also the future mother of his child. He thought that after marrying Lysandra he would be finished marrying women he just met but it seemed he was mistaken.

When an Arachne ships herself to Mike Radley's home, he doesn't know what to expect. He didn't expect to get caught in an intricate trap laid by the Jersey Devil. He really didn't expect an angel to steal his home and lock it away in Purgatory.

When Liona stumbles upon Beck, the ogre's trap, and becomes his prisoner, she's determined to escape. But it doesn't take long for things to start heating up between the two. Beck is trying to protect her, and Liona can't help her body's reaction to the buff green monster. The lines between captive and captor become blurry, and the passion becomes a raging fire neither of them can put out.

After escaping the castle of a warlock, who intended to use me as a magical breeding vessel, I thought my problems were finally over. That is, until gravity betrayed me and dropped me straight into the massive arms of Rudgar, an orc warrior who took one look at me and decided fate had finally delivered him his mate. Now I'm stuck with an overprotective giant who growls at anything that dares to breathe in my direction.

Corruption runs rampant even in a not-so-distant future where the biggest lottery is rigged so that the only winners are rich and white. In a world that has been ravaged by a destructive alien attack, an opportunity for a lifetime of riches in exchange for serving as consort to one of the alien defenders is indeed a great prize. Down on her luck, Karma will be the first Black consort, despite believing that being an alien's whore is only slightly better than being one for humans.

Accused of a hate crime and expelled from school in his final year, Connor returns home to his seaside town to let everything blow over. There, not only does he have to learn to deal with the addition of two new stepbrothers and a new stepdad, but he also has to grapple with a world set against him. It's not all bad, though. Within his dad's underwater lab, he discovers something in the deep. Something exciting. Something that calls to him.

Nix never put his name in the marriage lottery for a reason. He doesn’t need a woman. There aren’t that many to go around anyway after a genetically engineered virus wiped out 90 percent of the female population. He has his job as head of the Security Squadron, and it’s all he need. He looks out for the township. He protects the few women there are left.

Melody Simmons desperately needs to fill her bank accounts with credits that could help her family climb out of near poverty. And in the Virgin Hunt Games, that means enticing as many hunters as possible to bed her. The downside? Billions of viewers from all parts of the galaxy would be watching her fall from virtue with avid interest.

And this particular beast takes me to the brink of my sanity, only to pull back at the last second. He swears it's to help me, but I know the truth—the Erlking wants to make me miserable. Why else would the monstrous man kidnap me, steal me away from Earth, and force me to learn how to be the very thing I despise? Ugh, the nerve of him—and don't even get me started on how he teases me.

This season, on the most unfiltered reality show in the universe, the one to watch will be human …Succubi treat all other species as livestock. Gene seeds from every corner of the universe are bought and sold for sustenance, for labor … for fun. Yet, for all their advantages over natural breeding programs, gene seeds are not without risk. Occasionally, such seeds retain episodic memory of a past life. These seeds – called ghosts – are routinely destroyed when discovered. Succubi, however, are ruled by their desires. Wherever there’s potential for profit, exceptions get made.

Jack Calloway is the pumpkin-headed boogeyman of Hallow Hill. As the legend goes, he was a man of wicked tastes, devilish allure, and had a knack for dark magic. He and his lover—my ancestor—were tried as witches and burned at the stake at the edge of Hallow Hill’s pumpkin patch. Some say he made a deal with the devil to spare his lover’s soul and haunts the pumpkin patch to this day, waiting for her return. “Don’t go near the pumpkin patch on Halloween,” they’ve always warned the women in my family. “Jack might get you.”

Everybody feared the man with the metal band over his mouth. Stryker was part of an elite group of Cyborgs genetically enhanced with inhuman DNA. He was known as the Creeper, the quiet, the man with half a face. His fate was his own and his freedom hard-earned, having nothing to live for but the hunt and his perfect record. Until he received a distress call that changed his bleak existence.

Humans lie. I learned that lesson once before. I thought I found a mate, but she betrayed us all. I won't let that happen again. Not even when I find Sia and four other females nearly dead on a defunct planet. Not when the lovely female is remanded to my custody. She's not being honest about what she knows. But with a little pressure, a little punishment, I might get her to talk. Teach her to obey. Find out all her secrets. Because every human needs a master. And I won't allow any other being to be hers. Sia belongs to me now.

I've been abducted by the werewolf king. He’s deadly. Violent. Cruel. But not to me. To me, he's almost nice. I guess it helps that I'm the only female werewolf he's ever met. And that his wolf has decided I'm going to be his mate, whether I like it or not. Luckily, I can survive his pack just fine, as long as no one learns what I could do for them. I can't tell the king the truth, no matter how much I'm starting to trust him. Or like him. Or want him.

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.

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.

I get it, most humans grit their teeth and bear it through their time with The Solar Breeding Agency. It’s a necessity, a way out of the shambles the Intergalactic Alliance has erected around us. But for me, it’s because I can’t stand another second trapped between these four walls. Where others wither and hunger, I have opportunities, but at what cost?