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Half-hyena, Trista has spent years rotating between Grayslake, Redby, and Boyne Falls. When the Grayslake Itan - the local clan's werebear leader - orders a purge of all hyenas, she finds herself fighting to hold onto the hand-to-mouth life she's created. Her carefully built existence is threatened further when a gorgeous werebear strides into her life and demands not just her heart, but her very soul. She'll think about it, but not until her shift ends at seven.

Rejected by her mate and betrayed by her pack, Delilah doesn't need a mate, let alone two. When Delilah's alpha tries to sell her to another pack, she runs rather than submit. No one will look for a shifter in the big city. But when she encounters a strange alpha at the freaking grocery store, she realizes she might not be as safe as she thought. But alphas Graham and Jude are as relentless as they are sweet and soon Delilah's caught between them—right where she wants to be.

Schoolteacher Abigail leaves her pack in shame and pain when her mate's father informs her that she's been rejected, a message he punctuates with his teeth and claws. Injured and frantic, she runs as far as she can. When she can't flee any further, she ends up in Dominic's pack and under his care. But it soon becomes clear that her mate Luke had no idea of his father's claims and when he shows up at the Moonstone pack Abigail is more confused than ever. How can she want both Luke and Dominic? And how will she ever choose?

Ally doesn't want to have anything to do with werewolves. Kade is a werewolf who wants to do everything to Ally. Just because Ally Rose can turn into a wolf doesn't mean that she's happy about her status as a shape-shifting, occasionally howling, never-butt-sniffing werewolf. As a result, she has only two rules in life: 1) avoid werewolf packs at all costs and 2) stay the hell away from the man who turned her against her will. Packs are evil, violent, and deadly. And the wolf who turned her is the worst of the worst.

At 457 Preor years old, Jarek sen Claron is a dragon ready for his final flight into the skies. This voyage to Earth as the War Master of the third fleet will be his final assignment. Once he has helped his fellow Preors secure human mates, he will return to Preor before the madness of loneliness overtakes his mind. That all changes when he meets Melissa. Human Melissa with her sparkling eyes, bright smile, and body that would make any hot-blooded male drool. Unfortunately, she never registered as a Preor mate hopeful.

Human Lauren has a protective streak a mile wide and one immediate goal in life - get her best friend out of an abusive household. If that involves a little bat-based redecorating, so be it. Unfortunately - or fortunately - a certain sexy-as-hell cop breaks up the fight before she has a chance to really get going. Grayslake police officer Van Abrams is too hot for his own good, and his handcuffs make all those wonderful places tingle. Too bad he, you know, arrested her and stuff.

Anyone judging Tiffany Ufora by her cover would undoubtedly think the goth witch was a necromancer - and that's fine by her. Much to her dismay, Tiffany's particular brand of magic has a habit of spitting out oodles of the most adorable fluffy, pastel-colored critters at the most inopportune times.

He wants to return to Preor and she wants a job, but you don't always get what you want. Lana Cooper is down to her last hundred dollars, has no job, and her clunker of a car has finally clunked out. How has her life become such a cluster of horribleness? Oh, right. A guy. Only she doesn't get a chance to beg for a job. Nope, one walk along the beach changes everything. Oh, she has a job now...as the mate to a hot, hunky Preor dragon male.

Rebecca Twynham hates nature, loves a juicy steak, is not Marked, and thinks wolves come in one form: on four feet and with fur. So when she's hauled to the annual werewolf Gathering by this scary as hell magical vortex, she's pretty surprised to find out werewolves are real. With that new knowledge, she finds she still hates nature, she'd love a juicy steak, and maybe - she might be - Marked. Well, she doesn't see a Mark, but she also has heavy scarring from a childhood accident - or was it intentional?

Since she's creeping up on the age of bearing service, the Earth government wants Jassa to have a baby and then hand it off for a family to raise, but Jassa wants her own family. Which means calling Celestial Mates. One questionnaire, a bit of blood, and a race to get away from the Department of Population, and she's got her wish - tall, sexy as hell, and occasionally green alien Vroe, the High Warlord of Vialea. Vroe aches for a mate who doesn't see him as just a rise in status. He wishes for warmth and affection and goes to Celestial Mates to find...Jassa Marizen.

Baila spent one night with the sexy alien—over six feet of purple hotness—and now she’s paying the price. The cost? One great big (purple) alien bun in her very human oven. With no alien partner in sight, she’s determined to take care of herself—and her baby—on her own. Except, it’s hard to hold down a job as a sexy waitress with a huge stomach the color of grape Kool-Aid. Jobless and twenty-four hours from being evicted, she runs into the one person she never thought she’d see again…

Weremole Kira has spent 29ish years of her life half blind and occasionally half dead. In an effort to remain fully alive, she moves to Grayslake, Georgia, with her guide dog - a guide dog who decides to lift his leg and relieve himself on werebear Isaac Abrams' belongings. And when he roars...well, it makes her heart go pitter-patter. Just when she thinks she might have found happiness, a raving she-b*tch werebear chick tries to kill her with the same poison that scarred Isaac to hell and back. The poison that Kira's family happens to manufacture....

I can't get enough of Montier. Those broad, golden shoulders and big arms that want to sweep me off my feet.... Those alien bedroom eyes that look into my soul.... Those abs that I want to feast on.... It's enough to make any human woman swoon. Except we don't have time to swoon when we're in constant danger. The people who kidnapped me have chased me around the galaxy, and they're not giving up. We don't know why they want me and my friends so much. Hell, we don't even know who they are.

No one suspects that straight-laced witch Aurora Rhonelle comes from a family of powerful necromancers-a fact they never let her forget. So what if she prefers Anne Klein over Anne Rice and pastels over shades of black? That shouldn't make her any less respectable. Unfortunately, never having raised a dead human does damage her street cred.

Love isn't real. It's just a biochemical reaction. Right? That's what I've always believed. All my friends falling in love with these gorgeous golden alien pirates? I'm convinced they're just experiencing biological impulses. I mean, I get it. I watch Zander stride through the hallways to me and my heart skips a beat. I see him lean over to speak to me and my knees weaken. When he touches me? It's like a supernova...down there.

I'm a wanted woman. In more ways than one. I was arrested, then imprisoned in cryosleep, and finally rescued by a crew of horned, golden skinned aliens. Now my government has branded me a traitor. Whoever is after me is willing to kill - to destroy anything and anyone in their way. They're powerful and without mercy. It's enough to make me lose all hope. Until Grantian. He's a dangerous man and he promises to protect me. Former mercenary with the Hael Hounds - more blood on his hands than he cares to recount. He's experienced suffering...loss. I can tell that he sees something in me.

I'm a greaser girl from Novaria. I know my way around an engine room. And I never got close to anyone. Much less a serious relationship. As for Swipt? The handsome alien pirate that rescued me says I'm his mate. Fated. Destined to be together. Kind of a big commitment. But he's...different. Swipt is strong. He challenges me. Excites me. Pisses me off. But maybe I need that kind of fire. Maybe it's what I've been missing.

Werewolf Reid Bennett has one goal: investigate the Brookfield clan's Itan. Reports are coming in that the male is abusing his werebears and - even if he's a werewolf - Reid will put a stop to it. Unfortunately, the resolution ends up being permanent, and now Reid's the clan's leader. The only positive about his new situation: curvy werebear Evelyn Archer. She makes his wolf howl, and he aches to explore every inch of her lush frame. He's the clan's leader, and he knows exactly where he'd like to lead Evelyn - his bedroom.

The vamp life sure as hell ain't the glam life. Just ask Alena Falkov. One day she'll be a full-fledged attorney, but for now, she's stuck working her fangs off at a thankless job while she attends Othercross University's esteemed law school. Of course she might not have the job for long if she can't be on time, but when a vampire catches the scent of her Beloved - her one true soul mate - in the hallways of the courthouse, no one could blame her for tracking him down. Now if only he wasn't the defendant...and by all accounts, guilty. Or is he?

Kintar has had a hard past. I can see it in his eyes. They speak of unbelievable loss and sadness. The life of a soldier. But his chiseled, muscled, alien body is more than a collection of his past. He towers over me and pushes reality from my view - until there is only him. His deep voice whispering in my ear, soothes me. His eyes roaming my body, lure out my wild side. His strong arms wrapped around me, protect me from the madness of the galaxy. But it's his heart that gives me hope. His soul that brings me peace.