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My preordained mate left me, heartbroken and alone. Not only am I feeling these strange emotions, but my world crumbles around me as corruption and attacks threaten to destroy Shadow City. The fury of Hell continues to grow as more of their plans unravel. When my mate reappears, I can’t help but fear it could be a ploy…once more. Whatever happens, I can't allow him to use me again, even if my heart screams for me to forgive him. Because my decisions don't only affect me…they could endanger the entire world.

My father is alive, and he wants his research back—me. I am not a scared little girl anymore, and he will learn to fear the person he created with his twisted experiments. He thought he won. He believed he ruined us. He should know better...because I'm Unbreakable.

I am who I am for a reason. The monster the world sees when they look at me was born 20 years ago to protect my brothers from the same fate I endured on my 16th birthday. After that night, I locked myself away until the night I met Sloane. She was both forbidden and everything I’ve ever wanted all wrapped into one, but I wasn’t the only one who loved her. In the end, she made her choice, and it wasn’t me—or so I thought.

After a lifetime of fighting to get what she wants, Lexi Mills has finally made it into the elite ATF Special Response Team. But when a wrong move during a bomb disposal operation takes half her leg—and her partner’s life—Lexi must shoulder the guilt alone.

I’m not crazy. I’m the product of a schizophrenic mother who seemed more evil than human, and a bipolar father who didn’t love me enough to stay. But I’m not crazy. Now I’m struggling with life and question myself and my decisions every single day. Are these signs? Red flags? I won’t let myself look too close. I refuse to be crazy. Then four men swoop in just when I need them. They’re protective, supportive, and everything I never had, even though we’re unconventional. I want to be the person they need me to be. I need it. But I’m afraid...that I’m crazy.

Ghost lives his life under one rule—never fall in love, and never get tied down to just one woman.

I was not prepared for the man who showed up at my bookstore. River Kent was tall—so damn tall, good-looking, so damn hot he took my breath, crystal blue eyes, so damn captivating I couldn’t look away. But mostly, he was a bossy, straightforward, tell-no-lies type of man. Which didn’t work for me, since I’d been lying through my teeth for years denying my true feelings. More than that, I was not prepared to face River months after my sister had been murdered. I wasn’t ready to deal with the knowledge that she was gone and in the weeks leading up to her death I’d turned my back on her.

I remember the day he walked through our front door, bloodied and broken with the kind of torment that breeds, but never dies. Papa had one rule for him. Stay away from his daughter. He didn’t. Years later, he crashes back into my life and tears down all of the walls I built up around myself. We’re both hiding secrets, but when the mafia world collides with the MC world, the shrapnel could destroy everyone around us. Now the president of the Chicago chapter, not even I was prepared for his return.

It’s not true. It can’t be. Four DNA tests. Only one positive. The man claiming to be my father is quite literally the worst option imaginable. This isn’t happening to me. For the first time in my life, I know who I am and where I want to be and, in the blink of an eye, everything is spinning so utterly out of control. I thought the fight with Maddy was the worst thing I faced. It’s not. I’ve grown up in a house of lies, and it’s all crashing down on the five of us, and I have no idea how to protect the ones I love best from the fallout.

When I enlist the help of Redrock Protective Services, I expect to meet with one of the company’s gargoyle brothers. Instead, I find myself face-to-face with a demon. And by the heated glow in his eyes, guarding is the last thing he wants to do with my body. Eamon is rippling with muscles, rides a motorcycle, and has extra, uh...parts...for my pleasure—all the things that have my body screaming YES! Too bad a demon lover is a distraction I can’t afford, not when I’m running from a centuries-old spirit intent on stealing my identity.

Everyone knows her as Gloria Walton, the reigning queen of Willow Heights Prep Academy. But I knew the real girl, before she gave up everything for the throne. Her beauty tempted me. Her wildness seduced me. Her leaving broke me. Now it’s time to repay the favor. I will take the crown from her head and show the world it’s a fake, just like her. I’m the real thing. The king of your nightmares has found you, pretty girl. Ready or not, here I come....

The naga next door has perfect pecs, washboard abs, and the world’s sharpest jawline, but that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook for disturbing the peace. But this time, when I stomp over to give the my noisy neighbor a piece of my mind, I find Zayn’s front door ajar and his groceries scattered on the ground.

In the wake of an uprising of illicit sorcery, my men and I find ourselves on the run—determined to clear our names by protecting the kingdom. But to face off against the psychopaths who want to remake our country into a realm of chaos and brutality, I'll need to tap into my wild magic. And the god who's watched over me expects me to stand on my own now. If I can't overcome the odds against us, the lives of the men I love are forfeit. But how far can I go without becoming what I've feared most?

Life doesn’t come with a script, but some moments don’t need one. Senior year pushed us all. It dared us to embrace wonder and chase love. It challenged us to find out who we were as people, as partners, as a family. We’re so much better together. Graduation isn’t the end of our story by any stretch. It’s the next chapter.

You envision a dream, set a goal, and formulate a plan. I had diligently pursued all of these steps. I was on my way to obtaining my degree, engaging with breathtaking works of art, and unexpectedly falling into bed with my professor. Yeah, that last bit wasn’t part of the grand scheme, but even I had to admit that it wasn’t an unwelcome deviation. Ironically, despite my meticulous planning, attention to detail, and even despite my own deceptions, I ended up being the one deceived. Being manipulated and used.

Darius Prince shouldn’t be in the seedy strip club where I’m paying off my mother’s debts, one piece of my soul at a time. And he definitely shouldn’t be the one who claims me in exchange for a suitcase full of trust fund cash and a deal inked in blood. His dark eyes shine with a hatred so deadly, I wonder why he wants me at all. Especially when I find out he thinks I’m somehow connected to his twin sister’s disappearance. Darius doesn’t rescue me. Instead, he drags me into his web of tragic secrets and forbidden desires.

My plans were simple. Graduate from college, get a job, and not worry anymore if I can make next month’s rent. It turns out I might have a shot at getting drafted to play in the NFL, and nothing will distract me from that goal. I didn’t count on Sadie Clarkson wrecking my plans.

For years after Shades had lost Skylar, he’d tried satisfying the emptiness of losing her with booze, women and the club. He’d turned his frustration at having to give her up into a determination to climb the ranks of the club, but he hadn’t counted on the fact that the pull he’d felt toward Skylar had only lain dormant in him all these years. Or that all it would take to reignite it was just one look at her. And he sure as hell hadn’t counted on her showing up on the back of a brother’s bike.

In the course of a year, I have had my heart broken, re-forged, only to be shattered again. The tears won’t come. Not anymore. No more looking back. No more asking what if. Coop wants me to let myself feel it. Jake wants to distract me. Archie wants to put the world at my feet. Ian wants me to not make choices, until I’m ready. I’ve got family ready to catch me, but I refuse to fall. No more waiting. No more holding my breath. The future is now. We have a chance to forge the path we want, and I’m all in.

When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought. She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait. I made her beg. When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.