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George Hunt is certain that spending time with his boyfriend’s family over the holidays will be a disaster. How can it not? For starters, he knows nothing about families, never having had one, as for the rest…talk about pressure. What if he messes up, says the wrong thing, and ends up losing the most important person in his life? Dr. Kurt Butler is his miracle; George can’t afford any missteps. But if he’s careful and does everything right, perhaps they’ll see his good qualities instead of the lethal ones.

I'm overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated, and up to my lavender eyeballs in missing and murdered shifters. To make matters worse, I've acquired a dog. Sort of. He's not actually a dog. I don't know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he's mostly hairless and is blind in one eye-and he's a witness to one of the unsolved shifter murders that's keeping me up at night. We found him at a crime scene, injured and scared, and I just can't make myself lock him up for obstruction of justice, even though I probably should.

George Hunt can think of nothing he’d like more than to skip the high-society fundraiser where he has to guard a precocious seventeen-year-old girl and her judgmental therapist, but there’s no way out of it. If anything bad were to happen and he wasn’t there to stop it, he’d never forgive himself. So even though she’s grilling him about his dating life and the good doctor is psychoanalyzing him, he’s going to soldier on, because protecting his charges is what a knight does.

I used to believe in fairy tales, but I've kissed far too many frogs that never turn into Prince Charming. The glass slipper never fits. I'm always the ugly step-sibling; never the princess. They're the same crushing blows every time. Why is it so difficult to accept that I like myself the way I am? With my pretty dresses, pastel tattoos, and sparkly nail polish, I like to feel beautiful. All I want is my happily ever after. To be cherished and adored and loved for who I am. I desperately want to find my forever person. Why am I always left with a broken heart instead?

I'm a gay preacher with more tattoos than sense and more notches on my bedpost than years in the ministry. You've heard of those romances where the priest is seduced by the worldly outsider? Yeah, this isn't that. I'm also not totally settled on the existence of God. Call me a skeptic, but when you work with abandoned and abused teenagers, you tend to have a few questions for anyone calling themselves divine.

After years of being ashamed of what my body wanted, I took a leap and signed up for a fantasy through Dark Desires with three masked men. What was only supposed to be one night of sexual freedom quickly turned into a whirlwind romance with two of my masked strangers. That is until the third man was revealed and it all came crashing down around me. I chose to walk away from the men who did unspeakable things to my mind, body, and soul. But they're not giving me up without a fight.

Love isn't something I get to wish for. Ten years ago, my nephew was sold to traffickers, and it was my fault. I spent the next decade doggedly searching for him in the most awful places imaginable, unable to stop until I knew he was safe. I finally track him down to Wild Heart Ranch, an equine therapy center in the heart of Texas with a secret mission to help victims of trafficking. While I get to know the funny, strong, disturbed man my nephew has become, I find comfort and companionship in Levy, the ranch's tattooed, pierced, much younger equine therapist.

Logan Cobalt rarely dates, but finds himself asking out the elusive waiter at Bailey's Cafe. Sure, he has spent numerous lunch hours chatting up the beautiful man over sandwiches, but nothing has come close to a real date. When Logan finds out Macy's hiding a secret, he will move heaven and earth to keep the man safe. After all, he runs a successful security and bodyguard business, so it wouldn't be hard to issue a protection detail. Would it?

Look, no one's ever accused me of being sane, y'know? So when I say that I am crazy over this RICO agent, know that I mean business. Sure, I'm responsible for getting him fired from the job he's wanted his whole life, but his grandfather just died and left him 13.1 billion dollars. Dude deserves a break is all I'm saying. And yeah, I'm a violent mobster with a savior complex, but that shouldn't get in the way of our epic love story.

I'm in the middle of a battleground between not one, but two cults and a group of people who think that witches, warlocks, and people like Ward and me shouldn't exist. And as if that weren't enough, I'm struggling to find time to work on self-improvement and maybe manage to go on a date or two in the meantime with a certain shifter who is just way too adorable for words.

I'm a mob boss. And I'm in love with a virgin. I run a high-end escort service, and Ford is a nervous, perfectly bow-tied, sexily bespectacled money nerd. It doesn't make any sense, this attraction between us.

Bashiri spends his days loving his animals, running his own meditation studio, and knowing his kind are hunted while hiding in plain sight. He also spends a lot of time avoiding a certain grumpy vampire who rejected him one too many times. When his life begins to change and enemies become bolder, the Blood Boss sends his vampires as protection. Including the sullen Petru.

A million likes vs. one true love. Bryce Bauman is one half of a famous influencer couple...until his boyfriend dumps him and puts the whole ugly scene online. Several months later, Bryce is at the end of his rope—he’s lost all his endorsements, along with his so-called friends. Licking his wounds, he escapes to the tiny town of Serenity, Pennsylvania, where he’s surrounded by too much nature and quiet. And...the hot as hell owner of the bed-and-breakfast who makes him think there might be life beyond what’s on a screen.

Mistakes were made. Lines were crossed. But nobody can mess with Fighter except for him. Okay, there might have been some issues along the way, but fighting his enemy never felt so good.

Percy was not dealing with his sibling’s disappearances, Kain was his closest sibling and Artemis was his only sister. Gabriel’s current quest to make everyone in the family miserable and the fact that the twins had moved out wasn’t helping matters any. But when he saves an elven child from a ghoul Percy is faced with an opportunity he never thought possible and a place where he might not have to hide the magic running through his veins.

Hot for teacher? No. Hot for teacher's widower? Maybe a little more than I should be.

I wait for the signal at crosswalks. I pay my taxes on time. And despite my association with a certain mafia family, I run a clean business providing security for Manhattan's wealthy elite. I don't break the law.

Stealing Ronan wasn’t the plan. I’d never imagined I’d steal a boyfriend from my sister, but when I saw him strutting to my couch with his perfect body, gorgeous face, and that mouth—God, that mouth, it was like he was plucked from my wettest dreams and brought into my life just for me. Lusting after a straight guy who’s dating my sister is a problem in itself, but the bigger problem comes when he’s invited on a family trip with us for Christmas. Just as I thought I was doing a pretty good job ignoring his soft lips and gazes, we’re hit with a blizzard, leaving me and Ronan locked up together.

Mason can admit that he's had the hots for rough and gruff Gage Hillcrest for well over a year now. Only Gage is bossy and overbearing as all hell. Not to mention that Gage is a closed book and Mason doesn't know anything about the man. Gage has wanted smart mouthed and sexy, Mason Taylor since he first laid eyes on him. But the two of them are like oil and water. Mason is wild. And well, Gage is not. Mason also has a big house and more money than he'd ever need while Gage is drowning in debt.

A year after Eli and Dag survived their second encounter with a monster, things are finally going well. Really well—as far as Eli is concerned, anyway. He’s lost weight. His energy is up. His hair is on point. There are the little things, like the occasional flare-ups of temper and the urge to murder the kids down the street, but that’s just part of living by teenagers. Right?