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Serving a three-year sentence after a violent manic episode, I own this psychiatric institute and every last patient in it. Dealing contraband to the desperate and disturbed has earned me this kingdom. To survive, I simply sacrificed my soul. They all fear me. Worship me. Hate me. But no more than the demons I barely escaped last year. They thought they'd broken me with their greed and depravity. Instead, they made me ruthless. Now, my enemies are back—and they're out for blood.

I thought I could outrun my past, but some truths are impossible to escape. For years, I've hidden from the shadows that haunt me, but fate has a way of catching up. Now, my world has unraveled, and the secrets I've uncovered are forcing me to confront the person I was always meant to be. A...

In seven days, she will marry the King of the Fae as part of a century-old peace treaty between her people and the Fae. We all know that a lot can happen in a hundred years. And even more can happen in a week...

Fiona Mahoney’s past returns to haunt her present as a prizefighter from her hometown becomes the only suspect in a gruesome, high-society murder. No one in London knows what befell Fiona’s family back in Ireland. At least, no one left alive. That is until her late brother’s best mate arrives in the city for the bareknuckle bout of the century.

Nobody except Marcus batted an eye when I decided to escape L.A. for a temporary hiatus to Ireland. “Sometimes you have to press reboot,” I told myself. So here I am, visiting my mom on the Emerald Isle and loving every minute. However, of all the plans I had in my head, falling in love with an Irishman was not one of them. Especially one who presses all my buttons. All the wrong buttons.

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.

You don’t find many too-pretty rich boys in the New Zealand Defense Force. Turns out there’s a reason for that. Fortunately, you can find your true self in the oddest places. Of course, you can lose yourself in those places, too - at least some pieces of you. Since I was back home with a new leg, some facial alterations, and time on my hands, I might as well help out my sister. Showing a buyer around New Zealand’s ecotourism sites, having a few adrenaline-fueled adventures? Fine. It wasn’t like I’d never been camping, unlike the walking tornado that was Miss Karen Sinclair.

In a world where gentlemen openly court and marry fellow noblemen, the threat of scandal still lurks behind every velvet drape for kings and princes. Such has been the fate for King Arend Tollemach, forced to sacrifice his heart on the altar of regal duty.

The Rogues Division is a top-secret, highly classified, “I’d tell you but I’d have to kill you” kind of organization. The kind of organization the government pretends not to love having at its disposal. And we just got our newest recruit: Lachlan King, the sexy billionaire playboy who seduced me into one night of wild, soul-shattering sex. When I slipped out of his bed three months ago, I never expected to see him again. My future is set. I’m going to be a Rogues field agent. And field agents don’t date. Not to mention it’s forbidden to date each other.

For as long as I can remember, I've felt its whispers beneath my skin, pulling me toward something I can't name. But I never expected the sea to answer back until the day I found the ruins. Until the day they came for me.

My life was progressing nicely until my brother died. Since his death, I've ached to feel human again, and the feeling I gravitate towards most is danger. I'd never experienced that feeling… until Harry St. James stumbled into my ex-boyfriend's house at three a.m., covered in blood. It just so happens that his secrets hold the terror and release that I crave. And I'll stop at nothing to experience it.

Valeria is a dreamer. Rífíor is a damaged male. And, through no fault of her own, she finds herself entangled in the throes of his hunger for retribution. But for him, there will be no distraction, even if she becomes a momentary detour, even if he breaks her heart. What he fails to anticipate is Valeria's fiery spirit and the countless ways she will make him pay for stealing her innocence—not to mention the tempest of strength he'll find impossible to bend to his will.

They say I'm the key to everything, the Aether Gate, the end of the world, the beginning of something new. But I don't remember any of it. Not the power I once held. Not the men fate bound me to across lifetimes. Not why the Luminous are hunting me like I already belong to them. All I have are fractured memories, a broken past, and four dangerous warriors who claim to be mine. Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence—the Horsemen who burn for me, bleed for me, and would tear the world apart to protect me.

"Lachlan King Caught Naked Kite-Surfing with Hollywood Starlet!” “Scandal Rocks King Family…Again!” “King Media Family Furious with Out-of-Control Second Son!” Yeah, I’ve seen the headlines, too. My family is threatening to disown me if I get near another bloody scandal. So I’m staying out of trouble. Or trying to…until I see her. It doesn’t matter that she’s dancing with someone else. The moment our gazes meet across a crowded club, I know one thing. I have to have her.

I always believed in fate. But I never expected fate to come in the form of four archangels, watching me from the shadows, guarding me from threats I didn't even know existed. Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Michael. Warriors. Protectors. Divine beings who had no business being in my world. And yet, they whispered of bloodlines long buried, of ancient power hidden within me, power that made me a target. A force that, if awakened, could change everything. They were meant to watch me, nothing more. But the longer we fought against what pulled us together, the harder it became to resist.

My father always told me I was too impetuous, but when I see a chance to escape my horrible life—being forced to work on my back for the tavern-keeper who owns my brother's debt—I take it. And some valuables on the way out. Is it any wonder I'm chased into the snowstorm… and right into the single arm of a seven-foot-tall, wounded, and grumpy recluse?

Cricket thought he'd stolen the ultimate prize: a rare coin rumored to possess magical powers. But when an alluring sorcerer upends his world in a moonlit alley, Cricket discovers the coin is more powerful than he'd ever imagined. And he'll risk his life to keep it.

Prince Xander has one job to do: become king. Unfortunately, that means the confirmed bachelor must find a bride. Engaging the help of an elite matchmaking service guarantees finding a suitable wife. What he didn’t expect was to be friend-zoned by one of the ladies...especially when she’s the first woman to spark his soul.

One kiss changes everything when a chance encounter sparks a romance with the future King of England. From New York Times best-selling author Geneva Lee, begin the sensual, dangerous love story that's captured nearly three million fans' hearts worldwide.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.