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Timur Yakov became so much more than just my love and savior—because he left me with a gift. A gift that will grow inside me, for the next nine months. Too bad I won't make it that long. His enemies have found me, and they will take my life and the one growing inside me. As bad men loom and my belly is growing, I must make a choice. Die from pain and grief in a pit of despair or sacrifice myself to save my baby. Just when my final hour comes and I'm cornered with no way out, a chilly breeze strokes my face and whispers something in my ear: "I'm coming for you, dushenka."

The first time I saw her, I knew she was trouble—the knock-you-on-your-ass kind of trouble you spend all night praying never ends and a decade trying to forget. I told myself not to give in, but she’s a defiant little thing that needs to learn a lesson about teasing a man like me. And come Monday morning, she’s sitting across from me at our quarterly board meeting as the new director of social media for Slade Brewing, my family company. Brooklyn Dyer isn’t just a transplant from Chicago looking for the next step in her career. She’s kind of, technically…my new boss.

Madison is trying her best to escape a life of poverty. Young, innocent, and guarded. She’s finally getting ahead when she witnesses a murder outside the dance studio and finds herself in deep with a dark and dangerous criminal. Archer is smitten by Madison from the moment they meet. The protocol says to leave no witness behind but he can’t imagine hurting her. Against his best judgment he lets her go, but he can’t seem to get her out of his head. Like a stalker he follows her, making certain she doesn’t spill about what she’s seen.

Our worlds shouldn't cross. I'm a performer in the spotlight, and he's the monster people in the underworld fear most. He's someone who doesn't feel, let alone touch another person. The thought revolts him, so much so that he always wears gloves. So why can't I seem to stay away from him? And why is he able to touch only me?

Detective Braxton Hero should keep his distance from me. Even though I can't seem to stay away from him. Letting him get too close is a mistake. One I can't stop making. He sees me. The woman I pretend to be and the one behind the mask. And for the first time, I don't know which version is real. Even though I've spent my life in the shadows, I've never been conflicted about who I am… until he blurred the lines. The thought of him seeing my darkness does something to me. He makes me want things. Things I can't have. A life that isn't mine to take. A love built on lies.

A dangerous Bratva mobster walked in on me... As I was getting my Brazilian wax. And now, I'm pregnant. Okay, I know that's a lot for one day, but bear with me. It all started when I got kidnapped by "Mr. I Ooze Danger" I just told you about. There's a lot more to Timur Yakov than just oozing danger. Sure, he's a 6-foot-4 mass of broody arrogance. Sure, his gaze could pierce through ice, and his body deserves a standing ovulation. Excuse me… ovation! But Timur is haunted by demons. Demons that could easily crush me and tear my heart to shreds.

Veyka Pendragon was crowned queen in a farce fit for any circus. Now, as her traitorous court plots around her, the new Queen of the Elemental Fae must take revenge on the humans who betrayed her while also guarding a dangerous secret. The arrival of her betrothed, the storied Brutal Prince, is merely another cog in the wheels of time and space spinning around her. Arran Earthborn is the strongest terrestrial fae in millennia. If Veyka wishes to keep the peace her ancestors fought and died for, she must join with him soon.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. I’ll have my daughter back in my arms, and we can start over. Spoiler alert: Tomorrow never comes. At midnight, there’s a tap on my window. And who should burst in but the devil himself? Isaak Vorobev never intended to let me go. He made me his fake wife. He made me his Bratva queen. Now, he has one more request…. And this time, he won’t take no for an answer.

Rich girl, poor boy. It was the oldest story. Yet it was ours. I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her. But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits. My best friend told me not to mess around with the new girl. He didn’t say anything about marrying her. Or what might happen if we broke our vows.

One of my guys has been kidnapped. I don’t know if the Anti Magick Alliance took him or if it was the Human Extinction League. But I do know I’ll do whatever it takes to get him back. My magick is growing stronger by the day. I can feel it surging beneath my skin. I just hope I can put thoughts of my past out of my head for long enough to focus on what needs to be done.

Ballet is the only thing I’ve ever had, my only reprieve from my sad life after my father died and my mom turned to the streets. That’s until the night I’m attacked. I tell myself it won’t happen again, but then it does, and this time I make the ultimate mistake. I fight back. My only option is to call them: Kane and Cash Hale. From the moment I met the two terrifying, yet gorgeous, men I knew to cross their paths would mean trouble. I can’t trust the cops and I’m afraid I’ll end up in jail without their help.

Aria’s dream was to be a professional gymnast, and if it hadn’t been for a freak accident a couple years ago she would’ve been. Now she teaches little girls at the local dance studio, working two jobs to help her parents pay the medical debt from her accident. Life at home is horrible, and her step-father does everything he can to remind her of the mistake she is. She wonders if she’ll ever escape this life. Then she meets him.

Once upon a time, Emmett Mercier was the golden boy of St. John’s Boarding School. The crown prince of his father’s vast business empire, unapologetically attractive...oh, and fluent in French. At school, I kept a picture of him hidden beneath my pillow, a tiny token of my adolescent infatuation, but I might as well have been worshiping a distant demigod. He was hardly aware of my existence. I was far too young, and he was far too consequential—until one day we found ourselves alone together in the dark library and struck up a friendship...of sorts.

Hazel is down on her luck, without a job or a place to live and things only get worse when she gets into a fender bender with a beautifully dark man named Myles. He’s supermodel gorgeous with dark hair and piercing eyes. She’s afraid, and worried. With no money she’s not sure how she’ll repay him. When he offers her a job at his club dancing, she doesn’t know what to expect, and she certainly isn’t prepared to fall for the man. What started as repayment soon becomes obsession, need, and want.

Witches who play with fire are bound to get burned. It's my second year at the academy, and I have to prove I'm not the villain people think I am. Now that I've joined House Spark, I've learned three things: First, I'm a fire witch who's impervious to flames. Second, my magic is nearly impossible to control. Third, everyone's scared of what I could become. Turns out every fire witch in history was corrupted by her magic, and I'm next in line if I don't figure out how to keep my flames from turning into a firestorm. Welcome to the Academy of Shadowed Magic, home of the last witch in the world.

A Guardian has staked his claim upon Mirror. Artos Null aims to take everything Zora has ever held dear, but mostly he wants what's inside her. The darkness. The void. The thing nuzzled against the back of her skull that pulses with power. It's a piece of him, and he wants it back, but Zora refuses to be his pet. She will never submit to his reign—even as Estal Kingdom burns, even as he chains her to a pit, even as the anchor bond between her and Cristen is stretched impossibly thin.

I invited the infamous Blackwell Beasts to live with me for one reason: to find out if they killed my brother five years ago. They did the time, but did they really do the crime? I thought I was prepared for anything, but deep down, I didn't want to believe they did it. How could I when guitar-playing Wolf made me feel so safe? When quirky Otis made me feel so seen? Even Jace, my MC bully, brought something to the table, pushing me to explore parts of myself I didn't know existed.

The heart-stopping final installment in the Secrets of the Faerie Crown series! What do I want? Once, I thought it was an easy question. Blood. Vengeance. But with every beat of my heart, the truth becomes more painfully clear. I want to live. The promises of prophecy press in on Veyka Pendragon...

I made a mistake. Hearts are the most fragile part of the body, and I trusted mine with Jude Carlisle. My villain. My weakness. My stepbrother. Fairytales have a way of turning the most innocent things wicked. Jude lied through his teeth, and I fell for every word. Then he burned both our families to the ground in a sick game of revenge and never looked back.

I have one simple rule: Don’t date professional baseball players. There are no exceptions, no workarounds. With a brother in the league, I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those guys might seem tantalizing when they’re in uniform down on the field, hitting grand slams in front of a crowd of adoring fans, but I know better. The huge egos? The insane travel schedules? The veritable buffet of female companions? No ma’am. Professional athletes are best handled at a distance, preferably far enough away that their chiseled jawlines blur into oblivion. Enter Grant Navarro.