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My name is Hudson Newgate, but my teammates call me "New Guy". That was my nickname in Chicago, too. And Vancouver. That’s what happens when you keep getting traded. Brooklyn is my last chance, especially after my poor performance last season.

Captain Hook isn’t loyal to anyone, but I’d die for her. Once I was a prince, then I became a lost boy, then their king. Now, I’m nothing more than a heartless villain. Or at least so I thought. Until I met her. Until I had a reason for that husk in my chest to resume its beating. I know I’m not alone. She’s worked her magic on all of us. Her monstrous beast

PerryI moved to San Luco to get to know my brother, and so far, it’s been great. Working as a bartender at Shenanigans, a bar close to Franklin University, there are beautiful men and women everywhere. When a hot guy falls into my arms at a party, I’m down for some naughty fun. Until I realize he’s way too drunk for anything to happen. Thankfully, we agree to meet up the next day. One near-kiss later, I discover Theo has no idea I’ve been hitting on him. He thinks we’re hanging out as buddies, and to my great regret, says he’s straight.

Ten years ago I crossed the line with my younger brother’s best friend. I knew she was in love with me, and I couldn’t resist her. River Adams gave me her innocence on her 18th birthday. I broke her in return and made her hate me. I thought walking away from her would be easy, but I never expected to come face-to-face with everything I gave up. Thanks to a stipulation in my dad’s will, she’s back and we have to live together. Me. Her. My brother Walker, who has carried a torch for her since they were kids. And, how could I forget, Bishop, the ranch hand who can’t keep his eyes off her?

Derrick "The Love Whisperer" King gives out relationship and sex advice on the radio to everyone, but he’s giving me something a bit more personal. Nobody’s ever talked to me the way he does. Daring, demanding, sexy…and oh, so dirty.

I did the unthinkable and rejected the only woman who ever really wanted me. What else was I supposed to do when she was asking for a future that could never exist? Horsemen didn’t have souls. And if a future did exist for our kind, it was bathed in blood and unholy fire. Hardly the stuff dreams were made of. Merri deserved more than nightmares. I thought I was saving her from such a fate, instead I’d unwittingly sent her flying into the arms of the one being I was supposed to protect her from. My wildflower was in Lucifer’s clutches, and we had no idea how to get her back.

Everything is falling apart just as I thought it was coming together. The Mercer twins say I’m their mate. I believe them, even if I can’t let them claim me. No matter how badly my soul yearns to be theirs.

These aliens seem nice enough, but she needs to figure out how to communicate with them and get back to Earth. Her alien captor finds everything about his new pet adorable, from her tiny toes to her blunted claws to her shiny mane. He will do everything in his power to make sure that his cute little pet remains healthy and happy. But what happens when this giant tentacled alien finds out his lovely pet is a sentient person who wants more from him than pets and treats?

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. I should know, I watched it happen. My twin and I didn’t believe we’d ever meet our mate, and then she showed up in our bar, and the world as we knew it changed. Fate hadn’t been kind to us. Not once. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that we lost her as soon as we claimed her. I spent so much time worried about her manipulative demon, I didn’t anticipate it would be my own sordid past that killed her.

Noah gave me his mark, made me his, and vanished all in the same night. Kingston used that moment to claim me and bind me to him irrevocably. What he couldn’t know was by sealing our bond, he set something in motion none of us can stop. He unlocked my wolf, freed her from her cage, and she wants nothing more than to make up for lost time by starting off with a bang…literally. His mark throws me straight into my first heat. My wolf mate can give me his knot, but I’m insatiable. I need more.

Twenty-seven-year-old Farrow Keene lives by his actions, and his actions say he's the best at whatever he does. As a 24/7 bodyguard and the new boyfriend to Maximoff Hale, protecting the headstrong, alpha billionaire has never been more complicated. And one rule can't be bent: Keep your relationship secret from the public. Farrow is confident he's the best man for the job. But a twist in Maximoff's fast-paced life sticks them with the rest of Security Force Omega and their clients. On the road. In a sleeper tour bus. For four rocky months.

Love and loyalty collide in the aftermath of war, where Sorin consumes my every thought. Haunted by nightmares, the intensity of our connection blazes brighter than ever. In the dead of night, he visits, whispering promises of a future that weakens my resolve. The fear of losing him becomes an inferno, overshadowing all else.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. Technically. I faked my death to get out of a loveless marriage, but that was only half the battle. To ensure my vampire duke can never find me, I have to run far and fast enough so he can’t catch me. Because if he does, it’s over. Not just my life—for real this time—but my entire family’s.

Secrets. Every one of his brothers in the Blood Fury MC has them. Including Rook. Especially Rook. What he’s done in his past. What he’s involved in currently. What he still needs to do. Even worse, what he’s tempted to do. With someone no one expects. Least of all him. But resisting her is impossible, no matter how much he tries. Problem is, his club’s on the verge of war, so she’s either with the Fury or against them. If she’s against them, she’s against them all. Including Rook. Especially Rook.

My fate is bonded to two princes—one born of blood, the other of power—but my trust lies in neither. My skin is cursed by the stars, my fate damned by desire. When the dark prince offers me a bargain that will save his people and my life, the cruel and intoxicating male gives me no choice. Our union is his revenge, and I am his sacrifice. His lies are unforgivable. His wicked touch still bathes me in sin. He is my mate, and he is tortured by a curse to protect his people from his own family.

Chicago homicide detective Tyler Jamison has accepted the fact that he was born defective. Women just don't do it for him, and he can't contemplate any other option. So, loneliness it is. Ian Alexander has met the man of his dreams, but the guy's in complete denial of his sexuality. Ian's not giving up on Tyler, though. Tyler's a domineering, controlling force of nature...just what Ian has always craved in his bed. When a serial killer sets his sights on Ian, Tyler will do anything to protect the much younger man.

Trip, son of the former president of the Blood Fury MC, is determined to resurrect his dead father's destroyed club. It’ll be a long, difficult road as the new president attempts to rebuild the club from the cold ashes left behind. Bad blood and bitter memories are only some of the obstacles Trip has to overcome. The local police department, Manning Grove PD, is another, since they don’t want to see their small town once again overrun by outlaw bikers.

I entered into a bargain—choosing my mate over my freedom. But I underestimated the crowned prince who took me. His touch like venom. His vengeance lethal. He craves a power I no longer hold, and he'll sacrifice every part of me until he gets it. But I don't belong to him. I belong to his...

I live my life head over heart and never rock the boat, which is how I wound up engaged to Bryan Davenport—the biggest mistake I ever made. We were a power couple, but no one knew how cruel he could be behind closed doors. When I decide to leave, my fiancé shows just how ruthless he can be and sends me running to the last person I expect: his best man.

She’s a witch. He hunts killers. Solving murders is just the foreplay. Maggie Maxwell didn’t mean to become the town’s newest scandal. But moving into her dead uncle’s haunted manor came with more than creaky headboards; it came with murders. Multiple. Right in her backyard. And a six-foot-four officer, built like a wall of muscle and her filthiest desires, babysitting her like she’s breakable. He’s brooding, bossy, and overprotective... and Maggie? She’s sworn off quick flings.