It was an average day . . . until a gorgeous demon waltzed into my coffee shop and asked me to be his mate. I jokingly agreed, but he was serious. And now I'm mated to him. Permanently. He drinks lust to survive, so that makes me his immortal meal. If that wasn't bad enough, he's just gotten out of prison. Because I accidentally bound myself to him, I automatically take responsibility for keeping him on the right side of the law.

Never stop running. And no matter what, never let the world know who you really are. I’ve spent my whole life hiding. Training. Preparing. Hoping that no one will discover my secrets. What I can do. Who I am. And I’ve gotten so good at it, sometimes even I forget. Until them. The wolf pack with a ruthless reputation and a penchant for revenge. The protective fighter. The charming Brit. The shy hacker. The silent mercenary. The cruel assassin. They see more than anyone ever has before. And even with demons of their own, they give me sanctuary.

I'm the lowest-ranking wolf from a pack that only exists to guard the shifter prison in our territory, but I've been planning my escape for years. I just have to make it through one more heat, then I'm done with this pack and the alpha-holes that run it. Everything changes when my pack gets an invitation to Mating Season, the reality show where Alphas and Lunas from around the country meet to pick their chosen mates. And my Alpha is sending me.

All shifters are cursed, but me more than anyone. With barely any abilities to speak of, staying two steps ahead of the monster stalking my every move has been nearly impossible. But a freak robbery that goes awry brings my life on the run crashing to a bloody halt. I need to run again, but my escape from the hospital is complicated by a doctor with eerily colored eyes that see far more than I want him to. He and his friends have decided I'm theirs to protect, want me to believe I'm safe with them, but I know the truth.

In New Orleans, a pair of undead serial killers is about to turn Mardi Gras into a horror show - unless the immortal hitman Bones can hunt them down first. From Jeaniene Frost comes a thrilling novella featuring characters from her New York Times bestselling Night Huntress series. Originally appeared in the anthology Unbound.

Cyan of Blood ‘til Dawn never wanted a blood pet, a human to protect and care for in exchange for blood. But thanks to a centuries-old agreement between humans and vampires, he’s stuck with me. As long as my best friend is safe, I’ll accept the hand I’m dealt.

Violent visions have haunted Meghan her entire life, but little does she know they have a reason and a purpose. When she arrives in the Afterworld, she learns her true identity: Megaera, one of the furies and goddess of envious wrath, cursed by Kronos, the Titan king himself. And if that wasn't bad enough, the gorgeous shapeshifter, Aaron, wants to deliver her to Hades, while the Olympian gods will stop at nothing to kill her for good. Can she break the curse without it breaking her first?

It's scary how much life can change in an instant. One minute I'm preparing for a new school year in my San Diego town, and the next I'm being ripped from my childhood home. Making the cut from my father's death two years ago that much deeper. Not only am I being forced to leave a place that reminds me so much of him, but I'm being forced to move hundreds of miles across the country to a city I've only learned about through Mom and social media.

However, I’m not just any wolf shifter. I’m a Lunar Lord, and she doesn’t yet know that she’s in the presence of an immortal. Nor is she aware that I’ve waited hundreds of years for her. She still refuses to believe she’s mine. No matter. Her family and her fiancé mean nothing to me. Her contempt and hatred of me even less.

It’s been six years since my last confession. Once, I was an innocent. My life was a rose-colored dream with four best friends by my side: Eternity, Heath, Angel, and Saint—my big brother and my hero. When Eternity was murdered, everything changed. My family put me in hiding to protect me. But no one can hide forever. Now I’m back, attending a tiny Catholic college and attempting to move on with my life with the help of the sinfully tempting priest, Father Salvatore. I never expected to find Heath, Angel, and Saint roaming the halls of Thorncrown University, thirsting for vengeance.

Katie’s biggest worry starting university in Vancouver is finding her place in a new city… until she adopts a fluffy kitten that turns out to be cursed. Her misfortune leads her to Natalie, a beautiful “veterinarian” with a secret: she’s a witch whose job is to keep dark magic under control. Turns out, Katie has a rare ability to sense curses. Thrust into a secret coven of witches and deadly magic, she’s determined to use her special ability to help Natalie do her job. Natalie, on the other hand, just wants to keep Katie safe.

When a shadow from Kaden's past threatens to tear us apart, I'll learn that loving a monster means becoming one yourself, because some nightmares are worth embracing—especially when they're wearing your lover's face.

The darkness of the Hunt is going to find out exactly what the light of Summer is made of. Dancing With Darkness is a deliciously slow-burn fantasy romance. The heat and court intrigue ramp up as the series continues. The world of Eadha is full of unique fantasy creatures, magical artifacts, and tavern-type songs.

Thornfield Academy is a place where I, Ivy Hammond, blend in with the everyday supernatural creatures that flock these halls. But when darkness falls, I embrace my calling. I'm a shapeshifting assassin, summoned through a combination of ancient rituals and the dark web to deliver supernatural justice where mortal laws fail. This me is called Poison, and I'm a master of secrets. But when an assignment comes up, for the first time, I can't complete a job, and it could end up being my last days. My bosses are not the type of creatures you want to mess with, but this one…strikes too close to home.

They call him the beast. The savage. Feral monster. Kept as a pet by the cruel Barbarian Empress since childhood, Rolan has been granted his freedom and given a bride to call his own. Another like him, he is told—covered from head to toe with fur-like hair. Ugly like him. An outcast. A pariah, hated by a society that accepts no differences. But he won't hate her. After all he's endured, she will be a welcome cure to his loneliness.

Max Troika never thought he’d be the alpha of his pack. That was his older brother’s fate. Assassinations have a way of ruining everything. Including who Max can take as a mate. It sure isn’t the cute and curvy librarian inspiring his dirtiest dream every night. Galyna has it bad for the guy she never thought a chubby librarian like her could ever win over. Now, he's got all the hots for her too. But there's something strange about Max. No… it must be her imaginations and all those paranormal romance novels.

I swear this is the last time I come to Kira’s rescue. Not that she’s ever realized it, because my best friend’s little sister is too busy hating me to notice. And while she may be infuriating, temperamental, and unpredictable, my wolf felt her pain when her mate rejected her publicly. Now, she’s determined to claw back her reputation by taking part in The Reject Project, an infamously dangerous TV show featuring irresistible bachelors and rejected mates.

After yet another bar fight and arrest, bad boy Ronan Reed leaves Texas to live with his Uncle Shane, alpha of the Blood Moon pack. Since werewolf cage fighting isn't illegal in Louisiana, Ronan makes big plans to lead his own team in the ring. But when he sets eyes on sweet Celine Cruz, his whole world stops, and she becomes a tantalizing distraction he doesn't need.

As the second-born princess of a kingdom conquered by a brutal empire, I'm nothing but a pawn. Little do I expect my parents to arrange my marriage to the most powerful bachelor of all: the son of the emperor himself. But when I arrive at the imperial palace, I discover I must compete for my betrothed—vying with the court noblewomen in a series of humiliating trials to prove our devotion.

Maybe I have an overactive imagination, but the hot guy next door totally gives off serial killer vibes. Why else would he know how long it takes to bleed out from a wound? Yeah, ok, so I asked, but it was research. Being an author definitely makes for some odd questions (someone had better clear my browser history when I die, that's all I'm saying). It's not like I'm stalking my hot neighbor or anything—there's nothing wrong with watching him out my window. Although I might have my own stalker (and not the cute harmless kind), which is kind of terrifying.