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Tales you win. Heads you lose. And the fighters of Tales never lose. The men my father ruled were his faithful soldiers sworn to protect the club, him, me. Until one day, his most loyal soldier, Beast, makes a decision that changes my story forever. But this is no fairy tale and I don't own a crown. This is real life. Bloody, violent, and filled with alpha men who use their fists to settle every dispute. And if the man who calls me Princess thinks he can break my heart and get away with it, he can think again.

The Mate Games: Death is a spicy paranormal series with a cast of antiheroes utterly devoted to their heroine (even if they haven’t realized it yet). It contains a cursed Novasgardian berserker with primal energy, a dastardly pirate captain who deals in pixie dust, a possessive fae dragon shifter who is fond of hand necklaces, and a mysterious Southern gentleman who’d show her what he liked if only he could remember.

With the king's health in decline, the time is short for Crown Prince Phillip of Elsinore to choose a suitable wife. Preferably not one of the many titled women who seem only interested in the crown. Like the logical, responsible man he is, Phillip treats this task the way he does everything else—analytically, with measurable data points. Leaving Elsinore in secret, Phillip travels to a tiny Italian village to meet the woman best matching his qualifications. The plan is to present Alessia with a proposal of marriage and return to the palace before anyone notices his absence.

Varinn can't hide his jealousy or his bitter, broken rage—but he refuses to leave Kitty behind. Soon, she's under his stern supervision and on her way to Orc Mountain. Back to the orc who so cruelly spurned her. The orc who's been losing his own battles and still longs for Varinn's firm handling… and his heart.

In a world of orcs and men, Eben of Clan Ka-esh is shy, awkward, and desperately lonely. No one notices the sickroom's quietest scholar, not even when he's saving lives or offering up decadent pleasures in Orc Mountain's darkest depths. Until Tryggr, of Clan Skai. A tall, shameless, laughing orc warrior who can have anyone he wants... And Tryggr keeps looking at Eben. Seeing Eben. But Skai are risky, reckless, dangerous—and all his life, Eben's been taught to run from them. To hide safe and quiet and alone. Or else he'll be forever crushed and conquered beneath a deadly Skai's claws and teeth…

Everything I thought I knew was a lie. Including the one I kept telling myself… that he was coming for me. The illusion that I was safe, shattered with every step as I ran. Much like Alex, this world is nothing more than wolves dressed in sheep’s clothing. Beautiful, breathtaking. Until you find yourself alone, running barefoot through the woods, second-guessing every shadow. What I need is a miracle, and thankfully one comes. Weak and broken, I find my way into my family’s waiting arms, against all odds.

She was my salvation—until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn’t just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she’s back—wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don’t believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie.

Witch Briar Wyngrave's time is limited. The wasting curse that killed his mother is coming for him too, consuming his magic bit by bit. At least he'll have the chance to make his name as a magical fashion designer with an elite placement in Pentawynn, the country's glittering capital, after graduation. Until, that is, a prophecy sends him to the remote island of Coill Darragh instead, in search of a predestined lover with a mysterious mask.

One night with no strings was supposed to be the plan. After barely escaping my last train wreck of a romance, I’ve got a new dating goal—play it cool. I stick to that strategy when I bump into a charming Brit I met once before. He’s newly out and eager for all the things he’s never done, so I make the helpful suggestion we jet off to the city of sin for the night, then say goodbye.

For years I’ve been content with meaningless one-night stands and zero promises for tomorrow. I had a good thing going, until he crashed his way into my life...and heart, and wrecked them both. Nico Cirillo.

The night we met, she left behind a lot more than just her shoes on my bedroom floor. She left an impression. A lasting memory burned into my brain. It teases me… tortures me. Months have passed since that night. I’ve tried a million and one ways to get her out of my head. But she’s always there. Haunting me. Stealing my sinful thoughts. Fuelling my darkest desires. I warned her to stay away. But I didn’t mean it— not really. Before I can make her mine, I’ll have to find her. With nothing more than her red heels, it’s impossible.

One heroic act damned me for eternity. With a name like Tor, I should have been a hero, just like my father and twin. Turns out I’m not. Not even close. Instead I’m the very thing we hunted. A depraved monster. I thought there was no escaping the curse. No hope for a future. And then I met my mate in the unlikeliest of places: Blackwood Asylum. A place for criminals. Power-hungry madmen. Supernatural outcasts. And her, the curvaceous writer who sees ghosts.

In Season Six of Powder River, Etta and Jacob discover a 10-year-old boy, Levi Curtis, chopping wood at their home, acting as if he lived there. Britt soon discovers he is the sole survivor of an Indian attack on the Conestoga wagon he's traveling in with his family. Britt realizes Levi has no relatives and prepares to take him to the orphanage in Sheridan. When the telephone line arrives in Clearmont, Millie hires Etta to work the switchboard. Etta soon begins hearing things she shouldn’t: other people’s conversations.

Brookeside, England, 1822 Jemma fielding has always considered herself an independent woman, but to honor her beloved grandmother’s dying wish, she makes a promise that she will marry and fall in love. To fulfill her promise, she turns to the Matchmaking Mamas Society for assistance and is paired with the charming Mr. Bentley. Though he is everything Jemma could hope for in a match, she is clueless about how to win his heart. Desperate to make a good impression, she seeks guidance from her dearest friend, Miles Jackson, a humble rector with a talent for understanding matters of the heart.

There is no room for sweet or innocent in my world. No room for mistakes or weaknesses. My life was full of darkness, greed, and corruption. Blood was spilled as easily as water and life taken without much thought. I made a vow to my sister that the people who harmed her all those years ago would pay, and the only currency I would accept was their lives. Until she arrived.

Turns out happily ever after isn’t what the storybooks promised. We thought it was over, that we’d earned a peaceful life filled with love and tender moments. We couldn’t have been more wrong. With Sunday and our sweet Eden at the center of our group, the four of us are more protective than ever, so when I’m called to return as Headmaster of Ravenscroft University, I assume our family is safe.

With everyone she’s ever loved dead, Effie’s fate is no longer one of her choosing. Overnight, she becomes the newest initiate of the Keepers of Prophecy, a secret order that Sees what the future holds. War looms for the land of Elysia, unless Effie can prevent it by harnessing her visions and interpreting their meaning. Yet as what she Sees becomes far more dark and sinister, she finds herself no closer to deciphering it. Forced to rely on her tutor and Guardian, her inner turmoil deepens when feelings within herself—those she thought died with the man she loved—resurface.

I was playing with fire. I knew that. I’m the one who lit the match. But the possibility of getting burned still wasn’t enough to stop me.

Being invited to my cousin’s wedding really shouldn’t be a big deal except, oh yeah, I haven't seen my family for a decade. My parents turned their backs on me, and I’ve done everything since to become successful and show them what they've lost. Only it’s kinda hard to be a success when you’re a walking trainwreck.

For years, all I dreamed about is getting away. Starting over… a new life. Far, far away from where I grew up. But I always expected to be the one to save myself. I was naïve enough to think the decision about where I went, and more importantly, who with would be up to me. Turns out, I never had a say. In any of it. My future had been mapped out long ago. A future that begins at eighteen when I’m ripped away from the only home I’ve ever known and thrust into a world darker than the one I was running from.