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I'm a romance writer in a slump. All I did was tag along to a hockey game with my brother. The star player slams a guy into a wall and turns to give the crowd a thumbs-up. Just like that… a spark ignited in me. I went home and scribbled down a story idea, posting it to Instagram. The next morning, thousands of new followers and an avalanche of comments. People loved my idea. So, I followed the inspiration, bought season tickets to the Vipers games, and kept my new project a secret.

Serenity Rose Johnson has only one hope, and that's to find a pack that will treat her kindly and maybe allow her to follow her dreams of being a fashion designer. She hasn't had it easy, but somehow, she's never given up that hope, not even after her dads sold her to omega traffickers to settle their debts. Her foolish hope helps her to escape her abusers, but she finds herself alone on the side of a deserted road in the middle of winter, in the dead of night. Headlights are the last thing she sees before unconsciousness and certain death.

This isn’t a typical love story. This is a story of what happens when love is so powerful and all-consuming that it has the ability to destroy everyone involved. It’s definitely not pretty and it’s certainly not a fairytale, but it’s their story and it couldn’t be told any other way.

The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort. Apparently when you’re a billionaire sports agent, finding strange half-naked women in your hotel room is…normal? That didn’t stop me launching a stiletto at him. He’s fine—good reflexes. Still, he walked into my hotel room—claiming it's his—and has no plans on leaving. Neither do I. Which is how I end up sharing a bed with Mr. Jerk. Platonically…more or less. Nothing happened, I just might have had a few naughty thoughts and some very pleasant dreams. He’s hot, all right? A hot jerk.

My irresponsible mother strikes again leaving me with a surprise sibling. I need the money in my trust fund to take care of this baby, fast. The only way to get it? I have to be married. Enter Brett Ratcliff, star player for the Vermont Vipers and my ridiculously hot client. He's all charm, easy smiles, and bad decisions. He offers to marry me. He thinks marriage is a fun game; I think it's fraud. Moving in with him is supposed to be temporary. But there's something about the way he holds the baby… and me. This fake marriage is starting to feel way too real.

Every time Smokey stares at the President patch on his cut, he feels like an imposter. After all, that was not the life he was supposed to lead. In his former club, he did what they asked, when they asked, and that was enough for him. But 30 years later and the fate of the Broken Chains resting on his shoulders, all eyes were on him.

The demon prince is arrogant, dangerous, and hot as sin. He is also my new owner. As a fae slave, I knew that one day I'd be sold at auction, but I never expected to be purchased by royalty much less by the demon prince himself. Rumors say that Prince Leo is a cruel master who murders his fae when they no longer entertain him. They say he's just like every other species that harvests the magic in our fae blood. But I know the truth.

I've been suppressing my inherent Omega nature since the damn Council member delivered the news of my designation in the spring of my senior year of high school. I had dreams. I had travel plans. One stupid packet changed all of it—mostly. Four years later, I'm finally letting the Council match me with a pack. One night to determine the rest of my life. I'm skeptical until Logan makes the night fun, Carter makes it unforgettable, and Jude makes it intriguing. The Council pairing me with them is a dream come true.

Watching the dynamic between my mother and fathers has stripped the rose-colored glasses from me, though. I've never wanted to match. And I certainly never wanted to attend one of the glitzy galas the Council uses to woo Omegas. At least, not until an absolute nightmare of a heat a couple of months ago and the fallout of it. So now I have one night that will dictate my future. I'm determined to make the most of it. Running into the Alpha I haven't stopped thinking about since my time at the Haven last fall is a dream come true.

Nine months ago, I hooked up with the funniest, hottest, most amazing woman. It was supposed to be a vacation fling. She'd broken up with her ex. I don't do commitment. I was totally cool with "what happens in the skiing lodge, stays in the skiing lodge." And damn, did a lot happen. All over the place. In all kinds of positions. Over and over again. I was stupid to agree to her rules. Stupid to let her go. Then I see her walking down the fairy-lit street, a couple of weeks before Christmas. Our eyes meet and the chemistry is still hot enough to melt snow.

Detective Emily Sinclair has spent her life chasing justice, but when her childhood best friend Ava is brutalized by men who walk free, Emily is forced to confront a hard truth: the system isn’t broken, it’s working exactly as designed. Money buys verdicts, silence, and the right to destroy lives without consequence.

Hunter, Ash, Ledger, and Samson. The Kings of Ravenwood Academy. Their names still send shivers down my spine, for more than one reason. Back then, they didn’t expect me to fight back. But I did. And now I’m theirs. After making a pact with them, they help me get revenge on the one man who wronged me. Now, I have four ruthless guys willing to risk everything for me. The only problem is, I promised them everything I had in return. So while I may be the new Queen of Ravenwood, the Kings still own me, body and soul. And I’m not quite sure I’m ready to hand over my crown.

At 18, I was a young man winning the game of life. I had a college football scholarship and a cute girlfriend on my arm for my hometown’s annual Halloween party. Forget spiking the punch. The eccentric old scientist who lives in the woods brewed something more potent…and permanently life-altering.

I lie down for just a second…. The next thing I see is the chiseled and extremely grumpy face of my billionaire client, Theo Barnes, looking down at me. If I’m Goldilocks, he has all the grouchiness of three bears. I was overworked and overstressed, juggling photographing his fleet of yachts with my other projects. Add in a super comfy bed on one of his yachts, and I’m out. Now I’m about to be fired.

I’ve always been a good girl. The perfect daughter, the perfect student. And now, I'm the perfect prey. Caught in the trap Professor Richards so neatly laid out for me, I have no choice but to submit to his every depraved demand.

Rich girl, poor boy. It was the oldest story. Yet it was ours. I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her. But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits. My best friend told me not to mess around with the new girl. He didn’t say anything about marrying her. Or what might happen if we broke our vows.

As a lowly cousin and the only female offspring in the Torrio mafia family, Luciana is just the bargaining chip her uncle needs to make an alliance with the Bilotti family. Luciana is terrified of essentially being sold off to a mafia boss, especially one as cruel as Romero, but there’s no saying no in her world.

Hockey is the only thing I care about. College? Hell no. And the last thing I need is Kayden, a golden retriever teammate who thinks I'm gonna drop my surly attitude and become his BFF. I know from painful experience to never let my guard down, and the only rule I follow is my own. But unlike everyone else, Kayden doesn't sprint away from me. Instead, he's skating too close. And we're set to collide.

The first rule of touring? Don’t fall for your crew. Especially not the grumpy, emotionally caged, impossible-to-read sound guy who acts like tolerating pop-country singers is pure torture. Patrick “Patty” O’Shannan clearly doesn’t want to be here. He does his job and barely looks at me unless it’s to scowl. But my last sound engineer quit days before the start of my first tour, and Patty? Well, he was my only option. The deal is simple: he helps me survive the tour, I help him save his family’s bar, and then we go our separate ways. No complications. No getting attached. 

If this feisty little human hadn't tried to blow one of our heads off before we even caught her scent, we might have been a little bit gentle when we mounted and rutted her for the first time. But now our naughty mate is going to have to earn our seed before she's bred. We're going to hunt her down, tear off her clothes, and teach her what happens to bad girls. Then we're going to make her come so hard she begs for our knots.