Stone was my best friend. My protector. My everything. Until he wasn’t. Kids like us didn’t have the best life, riddled with trauma, bounced around in a system that didn’t want us and couldn’t handle us. In our darkest hours, we had each other. Until we didn’t. We tried to hold on to what little we had. Maneuvering the rough waters of our circumstance. Until I couldn’t.

I've always been a tough North Shore girl. Fighting is in my blood, survival in my DNA. But two years ago, Caden King broke me, and he has proof of it. Now he wants to blackmail me into doing a job for him. The kind that puts my chance of escaping the North Shore at risk. The kind that means betraying my own crew.

Kaden Black was hired to kill me. He's a scarred ex-soldier with a list of bodies behind him and a decade-old vow of revenge. I'm the key to drawing out the man who destroyed his life – and now I'm under Kaden's ruthless protection. Every camera he installs strips away another layer of my privacy. Every order he barks reminds me I'm trapped.

The Obsidian Order only cares about three things: secrecy, loyalty, and power. Every man born to the founding families is bred for this purpose, to serve the society and its objectives. As a result, we are the elite. Untouchable. Unbreakable. If we make it through the Trials. I will, as long as my obsession doesn't get the best of me. This girl… If the Order doesn't kill me, she'll be the death of me. Because I won't give her up. She's mine.

I abided by one rule, and one rule only... Show no mercy. Not to anyone. Not even my closest friends. So, when I was tasked with hunting Emma down and taking her life, it was just another day on the job. I couldn't have been more wrong. She's not like the others. She tangles with me without fear of the devil she might discover. Now, I find myself willing to challenge my darkest demons, or worse, unleash them—all for her. There's just one problem...I don't know if either of us will make it out alive.

When my father died and I stepped into his shoes as leader of Enigma, I vowed to protect the gang he’d built. And I won’t break that promise—no matter what I have to do to keep it.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

We were always told as children that monsters are the things that go bump in the night, but they were wrong. Monsters are often the ones that warm your bed, poison dripping from their teeth and claws, embedding in your skin. I hunt them. I end them. Without hesitation. But…then I hesitated. I stumbled straight into the monster’s den, the biggest and baddest of them all. The king of New York. Roman Antonov. I fell in love with him, and his demons. And I hate him for it.

When I was five years old, I told Toren Grace we were going to get married someday. He’d been my closest friend, my protector, and my rock since the day I was born. But during my senior year, our relationship slowly changed. Silly conversations morphed into serious heart-to-hearts. Innocent friendship turned to stolen glances. Then one day, an unexpected kiss changed everything.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty-one turned into twenty-three.

Bruised and abused, and victim to a loveless household, I shimmered with new life the moment he found me drowning my sorrows in a lake beneath the stars. A chance encounter. An unspoken connection. I was smitten. He was curious. But, as everyone knew, fate could be decidedly cruel. He called me Halley, like the comet. I called him Reed. And my best friend? Well… she called him Dad.

After our rival gives up the throne as my dying wish, my men trust him to protect me from any danger that may come my way. He keeps me safe, somehow understanding the darkness that lurks inside of me. He knows it cannot be caged, and he allows me the ability to set it free when we’re alone.

No one knows Freya is actually the daughter of the Cross-Cut Killer, America's most notorious serial killer. Living under a false identity as a detective is isolating but at least Freya's safe. That is until she falls onto the radar of Special Agent River Park and his team. River, Oz, Elijah, and Jude have been chasing the Cross-Cut Killer for years. They're the best the FBI has to offer, not to mention unfairly attractive. They know exactly who the killer is but he's always one step ahead of them. Freya is about to change that.

Remi Hayes is beginning to think she’s cursed—her fiancé cheated on her, her brother Jude is a major pain in her ass, and the moldering mansion she inherited from her uncle might just be haunted. Flipping Blackleaf Manor already feels impossible, even before Remi is blackmailed by Dane Covett, the dangerously hot doctor-next-door, and Grimstone’s most eligible bachelor—if you can ignore the fact that everyone in town thinks he murdered his wife.

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

I abided by one rule, and one rule only... Show no mercy. Not to anyone. Not even my closest friends. So, when I was tasked with hunting Emma down and taking her life, it was just another day on the job. I couldn't have been more wrong. She's not like the others. She tangles with me without fear of the devil she might discover. Now, I find myself willing to challenge my darkest demons, or worse, unleash them—all for her. There's just one problem...I don't know if either of us will make it out alive.

When I walked into his office for the first time, I planned to make sure Hunter Blackwater knew I wasn't the kind of girl who would let her gorgeous billionaire boss bend her over his desk. But by the end of the day, I was on my knees, showing him what a good girl I could be.

She’s hated me for years, but tonight everything changes. She doesn’t know it yet, but by morning, she’ll be mine. Nicholas Isabel’s been in my life since our parents got married, always looking at me with resentment in her eyes. She thinks I’m nothing but my father’s money and power. But she’s wrong—about everything. When danger comes knocking, I’m the one stepping in, and once she’s in my arms, I’m never letting her go. She might despise me now, but by sunrise, she’ll be begging to be mine. I’ve waited too long to claim her, and nothing—not even her stubborn ...

Everyone who knows Veronica "Roni" Walker understands there is one thing she does not play about, Halloween. After back-to-back years of subpar celebrations with her friends, Roni opts to do something totally different to cap off the spooky season. Like booking a solo, weekend stay at a haunted bed & breakfast, different. The Glosbe Grove Inn is a once storied hotel near Maryland's Chesapeake Bay.

I’m used to demons and voodoo. What I was not prepared for was my life turning into a fairytale, complete with the Wicked Step Mother. My awful step mother is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She’s always hated me for being a Succubus. It just got a hundred times worse after my father died mysteriously. I inherited the family company, but I can’t remove her as VP because she’s made the entire board into her zombies.

Teacher by day, stalker by night. Who ever thought college could be this interesting? I'm teaching a hundred students. But my eyes are only on one. She's my obsession—and I'll stop at nothing to make her mine.

Ember doesn't know how, but on the brink of death, she calls to them. They come in the darkness, like phantoms in masks, and rescue her from her pain. But that rescue comes with a price—her soul. She must give all she is to the Cirque, where it doesn't only house you, it owns you. Nothing is ever as it seems, and the truth behind the striped curtain is no small matter. Can Ember keep her vow? Can she embrace the madness the Cirque demands?

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me.

THIRTY DAYS. That’s all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife. Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands, then he’ll sign her divorce papers, give her his half of their company, and walk away. He has 30 days to rediscover the man he once was. The Dominant Master he hid when he fell in love with the woman who would leave him five years later. Diana wants the company they built badly enough to go to the cottage with him. She’ll give him her body, but her heart will never yield. She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage. She’s wrong.

I'm the new girl on a scholarship at Crestmont University. I thought I had enough to deal with just keeping my grades up. But then I stumble into the orbit of the Crowned Syndicate, and suddenly, grades are the least of my worries. Callum Wakefield: the leader, enigmatic and seductive. Quentin Ravenscroft: Calum's twin—dark and brooding, suffering a world of pain. Thayer Pierce: the thief who hides a dark side that thrills me. Harrison Bennett: the hotel heir who covers his darkness behind a winning smile.

They call me The Hitman. The NHL's dirtiest player. The ender of careers. On the ice, I'm unapologetically ruthless. Off the ice, I'm worse. All it takes is one pissed-off message from a stunningly beautiful fan after a brutal game and I'm knocked off balance. Suddenly, I'm stalking. Watching. Obsessed. Cassidy thinks she knows danger? She hasn't met me yet.

What’s better than watching my favorite team on TV? Gettin’ to see them play live in action. My family surprised me with a once-in-a-lifetime trip, so I’m gonna live it up before the snow flies and I’m frozen to the bone with no one in my bed to warm me up. Here I am in London, ready to catch the game and find a man to set my bedsheets aflame. Realizing my tickets were a scam led me to seek out the next best opportunity and boy, did I find it.

In the smash hit She Comes First, Ian Kerner singlehandedly waged battle against male sexual "ill-cliteracy," and women everywhere benefited from his "viva la vulva" philosophy of female pleasure. Now, in Passionista, it's time to learn all about what turns men on—and makes them stay on. In this point-by-point, "blow-by-blow" guide, Kerner makes giving as much fun as receiving as he covers every angle of male sexuality, unlocks the secrets of satisfaction, and offers knowledgeable answers to the questions every woman wonders about.

Everything in this world has a price tag. Even my innocence. That's what my father thought when he sold my V-card to the highest bidder. A million dollars and a chance to escape the country, far away from my toxic family. I thought I knew what to expect. Some old rich guy who thinks he can have anything he wants. Kirill Vyronov is not some old rich guy. Sure, he may be twice my age and so rich he could pave his driveway with solid gold bricks. Sure, he's the most gorgeous man I ever laid eyes on. But he's also the most bloodthirsty Bratva boss on the planet.