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At her brother’s wedding, Goldie Jacobs brushes shoulders with Ace Bonetti, his childhood best friend turned Hollywood hotshot. Ace has been crushing on Goldie ever since high school, and seeing her again reminds him exactly why. They spend one toe-curling night together, then part ways, expecting nothing more. But when those moments under the mistletoe felt so right, how can they ever let each other go?

I’m Caleb “C-Bomb” Baumgarten, the bad boy drummer of Red Card Riot. After tragedy strikes, I get the bright idea to hire my daughter’s remaining lifeline, her “Auntie Aubbey,” as my live-in nanny in her small town. I’m determined not to give in to my white-hot attraction to Aubrey, since I need her to certify my sobriety and testify on my behalf at an upcoming custody hearing. But you know what they say about best laid plans, right? Yeah. My bad.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

They see me as the joker. The charmer. The playboy. But it is just a mask I wear to hide the demons that dance in the dark. My life is too dangerous for me to fall in love. Until Willow Stanton landed in my lap. Literally. I knew the moment I met her that she was the forever type of girl, so I immediately drew a line and placed her on the other side of it. I told myself she was too good for me, that she deserved more. But when it comes to her, I'm weak and all it took was one night to seal our fate. I tempted the flame and now, we're both at risk of going up in flames.

I keep showing up to church. I don’t speak. I don’t confess. I just sit there—close enough to remember what it felt like to be his. Father Rafael Vitale thinks he can keep this professional. Measured. Contained. Holy. I’m none of those things. I’m Alessio Trentacapelli—the technocrat of the Park Avenue Kings. I live in shadows, break systems, and protect my brothers at any cost. I still believe in God. I just don’t forgive Him for demanding the man I love.

Get in. Get paid. Get the hell out. That’s the plan. Scotland’s rolling hills are calling me home, and this job is just another stop along the way. But being her bodyguard is harder than expected. Keeping tabs on a fiercely independent lass who refuses to follow the rules? Nearly impossible. Then my cold, blackened heart starts to thaw as I watch her dirty little shows. She’s maddening, bratty, and curvy in all the right ways. Ach, what am I doing? And what happens when my compass home begins pointing toward her instead?

My life was good. My life was normal. My life was stolen away in the blink of an eye. At eighteen-years-old, I was kidnapped and sold. Purchased by a couple who'd put their life savings into rescuing a stranger, with only one request... I'd befriend their mentally-unwell son. So, I did. And he made it easy, being everything I needed to escape the darkness in my own head. But it was all lies. I was never meant to be a friend. I was here for a purpose, a means of controlling someone they couldn't. Someone volatile and unpredictable.

In the city of Valveron, an elite academy seeks to control all magic. But in the darker districts, every kind of power is for sale. If you can pay the price. Nina Veyr has a dangerous secret—illegal magical abilities she cannot explain. If the city’s enforcers found her, she would be executed… or worse. For years, Nina has stayed in the shadows, picking pockets and smuggling enchanted relics to get by. Then she steals from the wrong man.

Azalee Saunders is a dream wielder whose wellness magic calms a troubled night’s sleep. Her enemy since childhood, Gabriel Ford, is the grandson of the High Witch, Salem’s honored protector, and was raised to distrust all who share Azalee’s powers. But when Azalee saves Gabriel’s life, the life debt makes him a dream wielder too—a secret that could cost him succession to his grandfather’s reign.

Ruby’s my best friend and bandmate. The sister of my good friend, too. Which makes her “triple off-limits” to me. I’d even say she’s like a sister to me, if it weren’t for the unbrotherly dreams I’ve had about her since age sixteen. But when Ruby drunkenly kisses me at a party to piss off her ex, the spark I’ve been working hard to snuff out for years bursts into a raging pyre. And now, I can’t stop obsessing about that kiss and yearning for another one.

The Bratva rule Las Vegas. The Cosa Nostra rule New York City. What happens when they merge their families? A new King and Queen of the Mafia are born. Illayana Volkov and Arturo De Luca have a long road ahead, with enemies around every corner. They'll have to protect and trust in one another to...

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back. 

When Prince Theodore Rinaldi vanishes, Shepard “Shep” Winchester III will do anything to bring him back. What starts as a mission of duty ignites into a forbidden obsession—one that blurs every line between loyalty and love. Back in New York, the Kings are under attack, their secrets exposed, their brotherhood fractured. And when an attempt on Theo’s life plays out in front of flashing cameras, the world sees what they were never meant to: a touch too intimate, a look too raw.

In this thrilling and sensuous dark academia fantasy, an ambitious graduate student and her advisor dive into studying a taboo branch of magic, igniting a dangerous passion between them. 'Addictive, thought-provoking, and extremely hot' L. K. Steven, No. 1 New York Times bestselling author of...

She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

Older. Hotter. And way out of my league. Hannah Prescott has been my obsession since the moment she uttered those five simple words. She thinks she'll deter me by her dismissive attitude, but her words only spur me on. I love a challenge, and since Hannah is my literal dream girl, she's worth putting in a bit of work.

Obsession was a five-letter word. Ten years in the making. And her name was Emily. But the real question was who was I? When my pretty little pet leaned forward, offered me a view of her cleavage, and tried to make a deal, I said why the hell not? Five days. Thirty minutes. She could ask me anything to her heart’s content. Anything but my name. She had to figure that one out on her own.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

The plan was to collect everything I could on the Bonetti Brothers and take them down. As an Assistant District Attorney, I want to keep the community safe from this mafia family. More than that, I was attempting to make a name for myself. Little did I know the way things would fall apart. I didn’t see him coming. The man with the nickname that matches him to a ’T’.

Before I found a love I was willing to die for, I had to survive one I had to kill for. Chapel Crest wasn’t a place of solace. It was made for suffering. I would know. I’d been locked inside ever since my mother tossed me away like I didn't matter. In my suffering though, I found her. Isabella. The girl who made me believe I mattered. The girl I gave everything to. The girl I loved. The girl I would do anything for, even kill for. Or just plain kill. Because you don’t betray a watcher and live to tell about it. This is the prequel to Chapel Crest and is best read AFTER book one.