In the past three weeks, I’ve gone from a boring adjunct college professor to seeing my own ghostly doppelgänger around every corner. I’m apparently a witch. Thanks, Universe. A little heads up would have been nice. Now, a secret government organization is trying to force me to wield my power for their own dark desires. Just as they’re about to bring the pain, I’m saved by an honest-to-God—yes, that God—angel. He smells nice. His voice is like spun gold. And when he holds me? I’m ashamed to admit…I swoon.

I’m nothing but a payment, bartered to the most powerful cartel in the northern hemisphere and forced to marry a man I do not know. My father sold me to save his own skin. He might as well have ushered me to the gates of hell. The Marino family is sadistic. If rumors are true, they’ll own me, use me, control me, and strip me of every freedom I’ve taken for granted. I’ll be a shiny new toy in a dark and deadly underworld.

My ruthless husband hunts me across the country and in my dreams. If he catches me, I'll lose not only my freedom but my sanity. I have to stay one step ahead, but he's closing in. So I keep running, straight into the arms of a man who whispers seductive promises of protection and safety. One way or another, this race will end. I'll risk everything for it to be at the hands of the powerful man who revels in my darkness. But should the devil get me first, then death shall be my solace. May the best man win.

My life in Chicago was perfect. I had a great boyfriend, a great job, and an amazing apartment. Then it all went to shit and the city turned its back on me. Going home was my only option. Now the man that invaded my fantasies but avoided me for years is my new boss.

The fae spend their entire lives searching for their true mate. But me? I know who my mine is. And I don't want him. My name is Astrid. I'm a fae—a seer and a healer. Not much scares me. But him? That's the darkness I'm never going to let catch me.

Rory is an omega prince, heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Igella. His country's laws dictate that omegas must have a Regent to rule in their stead-and that the Regent must be an Alpha. Rory's wicked stepmother, Queen Berenda, needs to find an unscrupulous Alpha, because she has nefarious plans for her stepson.

Only in an insane world would a young wizard find herself battling monsters and automatons one day and returning to Convocation Academy to cram for finals the next. But this is the world Alise Phel lives in. Like it or not, Alise must face the consequences of ditching out a second time and dealing with the crushing workload assigned to her as a punishment. Worse yet, succeeding at the Academy means Alise must learn to master her powerful and unusual magic—the same magic that caused her to accidentally murder her own mother.

In four months, I’ll be free from our fake marriage. But in nine months… I’ll be giving birth to his heir. Nico clawed his way to the top, now ruling as the ruthless Don. His chiseled jawline and smoldering dark eyes would make any heart skip a beat, but I’m his unwilling prize. As they say, break my heart twice…shame on me. Each day is a battlefield. His presence is a storm—intense, inescapable. His grip on my waist is a possessive claim I can’t shake. Four months of pretending, of playing the obedient wife—that’s all I have to survive before he sets me free. But ...

Hank Donner-Varian yearns for something beyond his perfect, but routine marriage. Forbidden fantasy beckons until a chance encounter with the enigmatic and devastatingly sexy Abbott Lowery turns curiosity into a dangerous obsession. Hank’s unaware of the sinister depths beneath Lowery's facade. When Hank's flirtation spirals into nightmare, he's thrust into a world of horror orchestrated by a man who once embodied his deepest desires.

Lady Amanda blackmailed her way into a prestigious London medical school… Not the preferred method of entrance, of course, but necessary, for it’s the only way to force Lord Thornton, a professor at the school, to help her perfect her invention: a clockwork spider capable of spinning artificial nerves. And Lord Thornton is interested… but is he interested in Amanda, or simply the invention that could cure his own debilitating injury?

I sit on a throne of sins. Silent in the shadows, untouchable like the King of the Underworld himself. Few even know the sound of my voice, but those who fear me call me Monster. My men just call me Pakhan. To her, I am Nikolai. Her savior. Her captor. Her lover. With hair as bright as the sun, a face that could sink a thousand ships, and more curves than I can handle, Cassiopeia. Is. Everything. But she’s in danger. And safety comes with a price tag.

Torren King is rock-and-roll’s broodiest bachelor. Mysterious, moody, and coveted by nearly everyone. But to me, he’s just the sad boy who set fire to my heart, then reduced me to ashes in the desert. For four sweltering nights, I burned for him, and he conquered my heart one whispered lyric at a time. But on the fifth night, he shattered me in the way only a flawless rock god can: irreparably, and with devastating finesse.

The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they'd existed. They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don't go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tamed. They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell.

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.