Mature Fantasy Romance

Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past. For the last seven years she’s been collecting a bracelet of black beads up her wrist, magical IOUs for favors she’s received. Only death or repayment will fulfill the obligations. Only then will the beads disappear. Everyone knows that if you need a favor, you go to the Bargainer. He’s a man who can get you anything you want … at a price. And everyone knows that sooner or later he always collects. But for one client, he’s never asked for repayment. Not until now.

Haunted by vivid nightmares, 17-year-old Clara Blackwell suffers a miserable and downtrodden life in Great Britain. When a simple act of kindness leads her astray, a chance encounter casts her across the dimensional barrier between worlds. Clara is thrust into a captivating realm of vampires and magic that is desperate to tear her apart. Awaking in a mysterious castle under a cosmic sky, she quickly learns that the beauty of this new world is matched only by its immense peril. If word of her arrival spreads, the entire world could erupt into a brutal war over Clara’s fate.

Charming, deadly and smart enough to hide it, Christian Harper is a monster dressed in the perfectly tailored suits of a gentleman. He has little use for morals and even less use for love, but he can't deny the strange pull he feels towards the woman living just one floor below him. She's the object of his darkest desires, the only puzzle he can't solve. And when the opportunity to get closer to her arises, he breaks his own rules to offer her a deal she can't refuse. Every monster has their weakness. She's his. His obsession. His addiction. His only exception.

Danger lurks in the shadows and desire shimmers in the sultry heat as leopard shifter Drake Donovan is sent to a Louisiana bayou to investigate a murder. He's ready for anything except the insatiable hunger that rocks him when he meets Saria Boudreaux, a woman with a compelling motive-and ability-to distract him from the task at hand...

When my husband ran off with our saloon’s hostess, I left Montana, joining my college-aged son in Oregon. Eugene’s a far cry from my little hometown, But I did my best to blend in with the locals, And tried heading out for a jog. I thought I saw a hippie gathering deep into the trail— Until they changed into a pack of wolves.

As if being a 40-year-old runaway bride wasn’t bad enough, I had to shift at the altar and become a runaway wolf. My human fiancé may not be my fated mate. But we share a child, so I thought I could make it work. I never understood how a wealthy real estate mogul could be interested in a meager seamstress like me anyway, but he was persistent on making me his bride. Fast forward to today, I’m walking down the aisle. I think I'm having wedding day jitters.

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They say life begins at 40.... But when infertility led to my divorce, it seemed more like the end. When I’d rather be at home in my sweats binging '80s movies, my dad begs me to go to Carlton with him for moral support as he presents my much younger sister to their unmated Alpha.

When I got divorced and moved to the quiet Oregon countryside.... The last thing I expected was for a hot stranger to pound on my door, demanding I go with him in the middle of the night. His sister-in-law’s in labor, and he swears she’s on death’s door. The weirder part? I’m not allowed to tell anyone what I’m about to see.

Living on a beach teeming with shifters wasn’t how I pictured retirement. Neither was becoming one’s mate.

Hated and mistrusted. Feared and misunderstood. For decades, the Master Shark has protected the underwater city of Atlantis. Now, his Empress has set him his most difficult mission yet: A relaxing beach vacation. Coyote shifter Martha Hernandez doesn't want to take a vacation. She doesn't want to sit around in some fancy all-shifter resort when her pack could be getting up to who-knows-what mischief in her absence. And she definitely doesn't want to bang this mysterious scarred, silent stranger like a screen door in a hurricane.

My divorce from my controlling ex was final, but I had one last thing to check off on my list: Covering the tattoo of his name on my inner hip. I’d made an appointment with a fellow female, but she was overbooked and referred me to her colleague: Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague. Her ripped, gorgeous, very male colleague. My skin flushed thinking of him working so close to an intimate spot, but Brody was a complete professional—both during the appointment, and between my sheets days later.

When Max and I got into an argument all those years ago Over deciding the best way to raise our little boy, I needed to blow off steam and take a walk. Little did I know my father would have me captured, Demoted to the lowest member of our pack, And living a life of servitude. As Alpha of the Greystones, He never accepted me being mated to a Glenwood, Knowing a witch bloodline runs through their veins. So when I discover I’m pregnant, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my baby girl safe.

My husband got into a fight and plunged off a bridge, leaving me to raise our two children on my own. After struggling for the last fourteen years, I pack up my kids and move in with my crazy old aunt in Carlton. I land a waitressing gig, and the moment I meet the head chef, his deep green eyes have me spellbound.

After Dean Thompson broke my heart 28 years ago, I left my hometown and never looked back. Now my adoptive parents are nearing their 80s, And even though they’re shifters, they need help more than they’d care to admit. So I packed up my life and my hormonal teenage daughter And finally headed home to Carlton. Just as we were getting settled, Mom accidentally started a fire at her chocolate shop. And who showed up to put it out? Friggin’ Dean.

When a rugged stranger with soulful eyes showed up and asked me to take a round with him, I soon learned just how good this carpenter is with his hands. But there’s another side of Pax unlike anything I’ve seen. At the risk of sounding certifiably insane, when I was attacked by a client, Pax changed from the man I’d come to love to a snarling, ferocious bear.

Have a divorce party, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. It was, until I ended up in handcuffs. A group of Karens rained on my parade at the winery And in my drunken haze, I mooned every last one of them— Along with the responding officer called in to arrest my ass. Not a good look for a teacher starting off in a new little town. When he cuffed me, I stumbled into his rock-hard body, But he softened up once he brought me down to the station, Taking pity on me and caring for me throughout the night.

Ever do a good deed that was as hard as possible? Julep should have left the goblin beside the road. She saves him instead, and finds herself changing bloody bedpans until they’re rescued by his goblin henchmen. Meanwhile, Artur’s found gold, and not the stuff hidden in the bottom of Julep’s cart. When her greedy family kidnaps her, he steals her back and brings her home to stash with his treasures. But will she thrive in the Goblin City? Or will she be a casualty of brutal goblin rivals? slow burn, no explicit sex

In love with death. The banshee are spirits of death. Some were once human; some are of the Good Folk, come up from the darkest shadows under the hill. In the end, it makes no difference. The banshee sing death, and that is the whole of it. When the banshee come singing, death follows behind, and there is no fighting it. No appeal, no bargains to be made. But tonight, Bridget Flanagan has an offer that the banshee have never heard before…

I was a 19-year-old woman and one of my very good friends was a guy named Harry who lived down the street from us. The thing about it was that Harry was almost 60 years old. But I didn’t care about his age or feel weird about our friendship, because he was really cool and we got along great — we hung out a lot and he was always turning me on to awesome music and movies and things like that. But Harry was also turning me on in other ways, too. He was handsome, fashionable, and undeniably sexy, and I realized that I was developing strong feelings for him. Yes, I wanted to do naughty ...