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I'm the lost princess of Howling Sky. Only a few days ago, I would have said that was crazy, that I'm just Sorissa. Now, I'm living crazy. Everybody wants to use me for their own gain in the Prime War. Except for Phantom Fangs, my werewolves. I left with vampires to save their lives. Maybe the vampires intend to kill me, but I'm not that fragile. I'll survive, and I'll keep my werewolves safe.

We've all been there. One minute, you're sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business, and the next, you're lying in the back seat of your best friend's car as she races you to the ER. And not the closest one either. No. You're headed to the one 50 miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week. So there you are, lying in cubicle nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn't young, sexy, or male. Of course, he's all three.

I'm Hollywood's leading lady, the daughter of a mafia boss, and my stalker's sick obsession. Griffin Scott is my new protector, my dominant, and my salvation. I was taught that blood is thicker than water, but I'll defy that belief for a future only Griffin can give me.

Rumors swirled around the Rake Forge University campus about a scandalous game played by none other than the Devil's baseball team. Honestly, I didn't care. Not my business, but when my editor takes away my chance to be featured in the senior showcase, and my little sister gets a mysterious playing card, a devious idea emerged. I decided I'd sneak into the party, and scoop the story. I would not get caught, definitely not seduced, and absolutely wouldn't die.

Fashion designer Ridley Ethridge thinks she's found the perfect stable sort of guy in her childhood friend Will Reaver. With seduction in her sights, she arranges to rock Will's world at an exclusive club that caters to those with adventurous and erotic appetites. What happens next is both intense and satisfying-until Ridley's blindfold comes off to reveal Will's twin brother. The same twin who broke her heart eight years ago.

I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.

I was raised knowing the difference between lust and love. I was warned to never fall for someone who simply set my body ablaze. As the daughter of a southern preacher, I held on to my virtue...sort of. A man always knew his place with me, but only one would someday hold my heart.

Penelope Carson loves to steal clients from Will Reaver. Yet something in her business nemesis's icy blue eyes makes Penelope nervous. It certainly doesn't help that the man is the living embodiment of a Norse god. Which she really should have remembered before she made a bet with him - because losing means becoming Will's personal submissive for a week. There's nothing Will would like more than to have Penelope kneeling before him, her fiery dark eyes inviting him in. Challenging him. But their bet takes Will and Penelope deeper than either of them have ever been.

Young, dumb, and broke. That's what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode's life is over. Done. Destroyed. Ten words. One text. That's what it took to change the whole world. A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That's what it takes to start all over again. Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls. But can one broken person really put another back together again? And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?

To Jackie Ryan, insults are foreplay and love is war. What the feisty redhead lacks in stature, she makes up in attitude. She's made more than one grown man cry and she's damn proud of it. Little does the rowdy barista know she's about to meet her match in the shape of a walking, talking pair of starched khakis.

I never meant to become the PR specialist for the biggest jerks in professional sports. Unfortunately, I built a reputation for turning douchebags into media darlings, and now I'm stuck.

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

Jessica "Jessie" Allen is sugary sweet and perpetually perky. Running on an endless supply of enthusiasm, she's in constant motion. The people pleaser is running herself ragged to make other people happy, anything to avoid having to figure out what would make her happy. Devin Bennett is her complete opposite, the immovable object to Jessie's unstoppable force. Jessie is drawn to him like a valley girl to an outlet mall, but Devin dodges her advances better than a UFC fighter.

One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together.

As captain for the Boston Blades, I've spent years working toward bringing home the Stanley Cup. But when the owners sell us out to Hollywood, suddenly we're not just playing for thousands of fans, we're cracking open our lives on Getting Pucked, a new reality show. I agree to sign the contract on one condition: They hire New England's reigning queen of media to call the shots. Holly Belliveaux Carter. The woman who drives me to insanity and turns me on with nothing but a quirk of her lips and the sound of her laugh. The only woman I've ever loved. The problem? She's my ex-wife.

Ben Wilde was cocky, charming, and sexy as the best sin. He was also Courtney McKenna's weakness. Every single inch of his muscled perfection was trouble and temptation. They'd sparred in the courtroom more times than she could count, and the tension between them had always been red-hot. One night should have been all she needed to get the guy out of her head. Only...it wasn't.

Out of money and out of options after her yearlong exile, Eleanor Schreiber agrees to join forces with Kingsley Edge, the king of kink. After her first taste of power as a Dominant, Eleanor buries her old submissive self and transforms into Mistress Nora, the Red Queen. With the help of a mysterious young man with a job even more illicit than her own, Nora squares off against a cunning rival in her quest to become the most respected, feared dominatrix in the Underground.

Rebellious, green-eyed Eleanor never met a rule she didn't want to break. Sick of her mother's zealotry and the confines of Catholic school, she declares that she'll never go to church again. But her first glimpse of beautiful, magnetic Father Marcus Stearns - Søren to her and only her - and his lust-worthy Italian motorcycle is an epiphany. Eleanor is consumed, yet even she knows that being in love with a priest can't be right. But when one desperate mistake nearly costs Eleanor everything, it is Søren who steps in to save her.

Clam jam. Definition: the female equivalent of a cock block. Example: You're chatting with a guy you're interested in, and your friend comes along and lays claim to him. That's my life - except it's worse. My friend who keeps "jamming" me is my gay roommate. Fact: He went home with three - yes, three - of the guys I had been so sure were into me. Fact: He's really pissing me off. I'll never manage to get a boyfriend before the age of 50 if he keeps this up. Fact: Secretly, I wonder what it would be like if he weren't gay.

Long have we been alone; without brides, without females to warm us during the long nights, without sweet mates. But we see them from afar, the brides that could be ours. Kept away from us by walls and weapons. Females we long for greatly...obsessively. Human females. And the one with red hair? I want her. I saw her first. I will fight to the death for her. She is mine. So, we’ll come together and make an exchange with their men that will benefit us all. After that? To the winner goes the spoil. Let the hunt begin...but the red-headed female is mine.