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The Ancients and the Aeons. Two groups of powerful immortals that have not seen eye to eye for millennia. And right now, at the heart of their conflict, stands Wynter Dellavale.Wynter is a witch who sought safe haven for herself and her coven in Devil's Cradle. Founded by seven Ancient beings, the Home of Monsters provides protection, shelter, and will never give you up to outsiders . . . providing you pay the Ancients' substantial fee. Wynter already wears the brand of Cain - the mark that she is in his service and that her soul partly belongs to him. But as their relationship deepens, Wynter has to make a choice from which there's no turning back.Cain cannot reveal the nightmare which lives inside him, the beast that could tear apart the woman who means more to him than he ever thought possible. But with his brother Abel out for revenge, and the suspicious reappearance of his parents Adam and Eve, Cain sees that Devil's Cradle is on the verge of war. As the stakes are raised, Cain knows he needs more than anything to keep Wynter safe and by his side - forever.

HERIt's been over a year since my first taste of blood, since I've learned what it means to truly evolve in order to survive. I'm not proud of what I've become, but I'll do what I have to in order to remain on the pedestal I've been placed on. Hardened, determined, calculated, my motivation rests on the eternal satisfaction of one man, and I've gotten damn good at keeping it up. I can no longer afford to crumble like before. Mistakes are not acceptable and anything less than absolute perfection is deserving of the severe condemnation that follows. But as I develop deeper into this demanding role, I can feel a shift in the wind. Nothing ever stays the same for very long when it comes to this world. Alliances change, enemies expand, and trust is questioned. When everything is dependent upon the strength and brutality of your character, what happens when the one person you thought was beneath you is on the verge of becoming your equivalent?HIMI’d never been so satisfied in my life. In the course of a year, I took the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and molded her into a miniature machine of focus, death, and more sex appeal than I could have ever imagined. She was near perfection in all its forms and her dedication to remain so was impressive …if not endearing. Jaden was worthy of everything I wanted to lay at her feet, but as I watched her wear the crown, like usual, I had underestimated how well she would wear it, how well she would wear me. And with the growing threats of my enemies, I needed to make sure that her crown was bulletproof to everyone. Everyone except me. Because it didn’t matter how well she could evolve, one thing would always remain the same. She was mine in every sense of the word. Till death do us part.WARNING: Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.*NOTE: For every book that is sold, a portion of the proceeds will be donated to a charity that benefits victims of human trafficking.*

The devils aren't in the details. They're in my bed...When my warlock foster father trades me to demons for his outstanding debts, I find myself in Hell on Earth. I'm thrust into a supernatural underground crime ring I can't get out of, eternally bound in a contract I never made.Three hot-as-hell demons stand in between me and my freedom.A tattooed, brutish Hellhound shifter. An incubus with the power to bend wills on command. And the heir to Lucifer's throne-the original sin demon, Pride, himself. I have to find a way out of the deal before they devour me, body and soul.But I'm no angel. There's something inside me, something that craves the chaotic darkness these demons possess.Escaping may mean giving in to Hell's more sinful temptations. But playing with fire only hurts if you get burned...

Readers around the world have fallen for Kelley Armstrong’s intoxicating, sensual and wicked tales of the paranormal, in which demons and witches, werewolves and vampires collide – often hilariously, sometimes violently – with everyday life. In Armstrong’s first six novels, Elena, Paige and Eve have had their way with us. Now get ready for Jaime Vegas, the luscious, lovelorn and haunted necromancer. . .Jaime, who knows a thing or two about showbiz, is on a television shoot in Los Angeles when weird things start to happen. As a woman whose special talent is raising the dead, her threshold for weirdness is pretty high: she’s used to not only seeing dead people but hearing them speak to her in very emphatic terms. But for the first time in her life – as invisible hands brush her skin, unintelligible fragments of words are whispered into her ears, and beings move just at the corner of her eye–she knows what humans mean when they talk about being haunted.She is determined to get to the bottom of these manifestations, but as she sets out to solve the mystery she has no idea how scary her investigation will get, or to what depths ordinary humans will sink in their attempts to gain supernatural powers. As she digs into the dark underside of Los Angeles, she’ll need as much Otherworld help as she can get in order to survive, calling on her personal angel, Eve, and Hope, the well-meaning chaos demon. Jeremy, the alpha werewolf, is also by her side offering protection. And, Jaime hopes, maybe a little more than that.“As I knelt on the cobblestones to begin the ritual, I opened not some ancient leather pouch, but a Gucci make-up bag. . . .I know little about the geography and theology of the afterlife, but I do know that the worst spirits are kept secured, and my risk of “accidentally” tapping into a hell dimension is next to nil. Even if I do bring back some depraved killer’s spirit, what can it do to me? When you deprive someone of the ability to act in the living world, he’s pretty darned helpless. In death, even the worst killer plummets from lethal to merely annoying.Yet whatever had been trying to contact me apparently could cross that barrier, could act in the living world. . .at least on me. I added an extra helping of vervain to the censer.”—from No Humans Involved

New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter returns with her most explosive Lords of the Underworld tale to date, about a fierce warrior on the brink of sanity who will stop at nothing to claim the exquisite human with the power to soothe the beast inside him…Driven to his death by the demon of Distrust, Baden spent centuries in purgatory. Now he's back, but at what cost? Bound to the king of the underworld, an even darker force, he's unable to withstand the touch of another…and he's quickly devolving into a heartless assassin with an uncontrollable temper. Things only get worse when a mission goes awry and he finds himself saddled with a bride—just not his own.Famed dog trainer Katarina Joelle is forced to marry a monster to protect her loved ones. When she's taken hostage by the ruthless, beautiful Baden immediately after the ceremony, she's plunged into a war between two evils—with a protector more dangerous than the monsters he hunts. They are meant to be enemies, but neither can resist the passion burning between them…and all too soon the biggest threat is to her heart.But as Baden slips deeper into the abyss, she'll have to teach him to love…or lose him forever.

Evil forces are at play in this spellbinding continuation of the USA Today bestselling Crossbreed series.BOOK 7Transporting goods is part of the job, but when Keystone accepts the daunting task of moving precious cargo, the team splits up. Raven has orders to follow, but Christian’s seductive ways draw out her violent soul. Their journey is dangerous, their enemies ruthless, and one misstep could prove fatal.When one team member mysteriously vanishes, the rest must choose between cutting their losses in the face of chaos or seeing it through to the bitter end. Will Keystone have the fortitude to complete the mission, or will they fall like dominoes?United they stand, divided they fall.

'Utterly absorbing and deliciously erotic' Angela Knight 'Hot, sexy, unique, intriguingly wicked' Christine Feehan In the next Prison Camp instalment, No. 1 New York Times bestselling author J. R. Ward pens a heart-wrenching tale of love and betrayal in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world . . . Framed for the grisly murder of his shellan , Kane is condemned to the notorious prison camp - unaware of the dark truth behind his arranged mating. Centuries later, when he is horribly burned while attempting to save others, he prays he'll finally be reunited in the Fade with his mate . . . not knowing what revelations await him. Nadya is a self-taught nurse who does what she can to ease the suffering of the prisoners. When Kane comes under her care, she cannot help but empathise with his condition for very personal reasons - and as the guards take him away one last time, she fears he is facing a terrible death. After a daring rescue, Kane is offered a treatment that will change his very nature. Choosing life, for the time being, he goes back for the female who took such good care of him - but his duty to Nadya sets him on a collision course with his own past. When long-buried secrets are exposed, his self-destruction is inevitable . . . unless true love can save his soul. Find out why readers are OBSESSED with the Black Dagger Brotherhood . . . Insanely good! . . . Intensely romantic and straight up flipping steamy, violent and gruesome, heartbreaking and deep. Her addictive writing tells a story like none other' Goodreads reviewer 'I can't get enough of these sexy, tough, intriguing vampires' Amazon reviewer 'Emotional by epic proportions' Kobo reviewer 'The Black Dagger Brotherhood is a twisting, often surprising, but always awesome read' Amazon reviewer 'A must read' Goodreads reviewer 'The story had me captivated the whole way' Kobo reviewer 'Each and every character is compelling' Amazon reviewer

What's it like to be a monster in a town full of monsters, who don't know you're a monster?Complicated and a little scary, but doable.What's it like to be the girl who can't die...that everyone seems to always want to kill?Frustrating as hell.What's it like to accidentally raise psychotic alpha vampire everyone fears, who drops a lot of bodies on his first day out as a 'gift' for your troubles?Terrifying, if I'm being honest.What's it like when that crazed vampire tells you he wants you to be the happy little intermission, during an ongoing ancient story, and expects you to use your vagina to draw in a werewolf alpha, a Van Helsing alpha, and a sexual deviant alpha, so he can have his old friends back?That's when a girl has to stop, look around, and question her life choices.I really don't know how this stuff keeps happening to me. Life was simpler when it was just me accidentally blowing myself up while trying to create potions and shampoo.I've lived my life in such secrecy that I've spent most of it lonely. So lonely, in fact, that my best friend is a delusional ghost. I'd rather focus on her than all the crazy things happening in my life at current. Ever since coming to this town, I've had my throat slit by vampires, attracted way too much attention from some powerful alphas, and did a lot of regrettably stupid things because...I'm too gullible for shady monsters.To them, I'm the fool.To them, I'm the naive girl in over my head.To them, I'm the pawn on a worn chessboard, while the seasoned players knock me around.Meanwhile, I'm still left to figure it all out on my own, because, just like me, no one wants to share their secrets.**Reverse Harem**Sexual Content**DARK HUMOR**Cannot be read as a stand-alone (Gypsy Blood is book 1.)**Language warning

Embrace the seductive call of the latest novel in Christine Feehan's No.1 New York Times bestselling Carpathian series. . . Vasilisa Sidkorolyavolkva is a Lycan of royal blood. She knows what's expected of her, but all she wants is to be out from under her family's watchful eyes. There is a fire inside her that is building. A restlessness coupled with a sense of growing dread. Every day she feels the weight of the legacy passed down through generations. The prophecy that says a man will come to claim her as his mate and that she will guard his soul. She knows nothing about him, except that he is hers. But nothing seems real until the night she meets him in the flesh....Afanasiv Belan is a Carpathian, and an ancient one. In all the centuries of his existence, no one has ever affected him like Vasilisa. He can see into her mind and feel what's in her heart. They are so alike, warriors bound by honour and plagued by secrets. They both know they must reveal the darkest parts of their souls if they hope to survive and protect the ones they love. But if they claim each other as lifemates it will change them down to the bone. They will become something more-something both of their kinds fear....Praise for Christine Feehan:'After Bram Stoker, Anne Rice and Joss Whedon, Christine Feehan is the person most credited with popularizing the neck gripper' Time'Feehan has a knack for bringing vampiric Carpathians to vivid, virile life in her Dark Carpathian novels' Publishers Weekly'The erotic, gripping series that's defined an entire genre! Must reading that always satisfies!' J.R. Ward'The queen of paranormal romance' USA Today

Olivia's packing list: 1. Sunscreen 2. Bathing suit 3. Flip-flops FBI psychologist Olivia Sotiris was looking for a cool ocean breeze, sand between her toes, and a break from her crazy, chaotic, and sometimes all-too-dangerous life. But when she escaped to the small Greek island of Patmos, all she got were meddling grandmothers trying to marry her off. Can't they see that none of the men around interests her—except Robby MacKay? Robby's packing list: 1. Synthetic blood 2. More synthetic blood 3. Jogging clothes (even vamps have to stay in shape!) Robby needs to cool off, too, since all he can think about is revenge on the Malcontent bloodsuckers who once held him captive—but then he meets Olivia, the beauty with wild curls and a tempting smile. When a deadly criminal from a case back home tracks her down, Robby will have to save her life—along with giving her a first time she'll never forget . . .