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I was in the wrong place at the wrong time—and that moment changed me forever. After walking in on a masked man murdering my neighbor, I went back to the one place I swore I'd never step foot in again. Citrus Cove. The sleepy town hasn't changed much, but the people have. Including my old high school bully, Cameron Harlow. He's the last person I want to see. He should be the last person I want.

Every town has a history. Ours is just a little darker than most. For years, I've celebrated Halloween and Hollow Bridge's history with everyone else who lives here. Parades, festivals, and insane Halloween parties have always been a staple for us. Some bad behavior is expected, given what we're celebrating. But murder has never been on the table before. Someone in Hollow Bridge wants to bring the stories to life, and they're not firing any warning shots. When rumors of someone wearing a Halloween mask surface, it isn't long before the first person is killed.

They call me The Hitman. The NHL's dirtiest player. The ender of careers. On the ice, I'm unapologetically ruthless. Off the ice, I'm worse. All it takes is one pissed-off message from a stunningly beautiful fan after a brutal game and I'm knocked off balance. Suddenly, I'm stalking. Watching. Obsessed. Cassidy thinks she knows danger? She hasn't met me yet.

As Captain of an NHL team, I'm rich, successful, and have women falling at my feet. I thought my life was perfect until a pint sized blonde checked into me one day, knocking my life off course. Wolfie Williams is sass personified. Beautiful, fiery, funny, and oh so sexy. With every eye roll she gives me I become more and more wrapped around her finger, making me realize she is my missing piece. The only problem is she hates me and she's heading back to England in five months. So I'm against the clock to make her understand that she can't live without me either.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to my mother. When I watched her coffin lower into the ground, I swore I’d never love another that deeply again. I didn’t have to. I found solace in the opposite.

I'm caught between the devil and the deep-blue serial killer. Well, he's more green than blue. He's also a lizard maniac determined to take over all of Hell. And with Taj fatally wounded, X kidnapped, and Dev so weak he's in a coma, I'm more than caught. I'm falling apart—and so are Ark and Joseph.

I'm very professional, but I'm not superhuman. I can't resist a broody man in a suit, and the new principal wears his well. He's so put together and sophisticated—a far cry from the duds I've been out with lately. On top of that, his smooth British accent gives me the feels. I didn't think men like Oliver Westbrook existed in real life. I just wish I would've made a better impression at our first faculty meeting. In fact, I wish every encounter with him didn't end with me nervously sweating through my blouses. If only I could stop putting my foot in my mouth.

Skyscraper cheekbones, lush lips, and magnetic topaz eyes. I’m talking about Eric Hansen. Rich prick. Glorified hockey star. Thinks he’s amazing. Yeah. The Golden Boy and I are well acquainted. In prep school he trampled on my heart and kept right on going. Three years later, he’s living the high life with frat parties at Hawthorne University. On the other hand, people barely notice me. I’m the nobody, surviving in the seedy part of town as I struggle to keep my head above treacherous waters. The avoidance game we’ve been playing was working—until he rescues me.

Here's a tip: when you fall into Hell, seduce the devil. Not that the devil needs much seducing. He's seen all the twisted, blood-soaked things I've done on Earth, and he's already obsessed with me. A little too obsessed, if you ask me. I already have four mates, and they're more than enough trouble. But when the devil—I'm calling him Dev—gives me a chance to hit my psychopath father where it hurts and take out some of his minions, I jump at the chance. I'm not an assassin-for-hire, but if Eidolon keeps amassing power, he'll be even more dangerous.

She broke the rules of our game—she ran. Now she will pay. When will my pretty pawn learn that I am the master of this game? Only I will be the victor. She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks she can escape my wrath. She's wrong. This time when I catch her, there will be no escape. I no longer want her as just my beautiful captive. She will now become my wife, even if I have to drag her down the aisle. I want her under my complete control. I want her every breath, her every movement, her every thought to be only of me. This is no longer a game. She changed the rules, but I will still win.

I've surrendered. I have no other choice. With Babydoll gone, I'm going to do whatever it takes to find her. I will lie. Cheat. Murder...and I'll do so with a smile. I'll even sell my soul to the devil...because that's who my father, Sean Kelly, is. He won't stop until Belfast is his. He knows I'm at my breaking point. Just how far will he push until I lose myself to the darkness for good? But I'm prepared to give it all away. She's all that matters. However, this life isn't done with me yet.

I messed up. One too many shots in Las Vegas, and I wake up with the hangover from hell, a man in my bed, and a ring on my finger. The only problem is that the man in my bed is my family's enemy, and… he's naked. All we need is to annul this mistake of a marriage, and we can go back to our lives as if this never happened… or so I thought.

After escaping both my father’s plans to marry me off and the Russian mafia, I woke up this morning thinking I was a free woman...until I saw the man sipping coffee in my hotel room. He’s a billionaire as powerful as any mob boss, yet even as he spanks me into soaking wet, shameful surrender I can’t help begging him to ravage my virgin body right then and there. I can run, but I know soon I’ll be kneeling at his feet, bare, blushing, and ready to be claimed.

She's finally under my complete control, yet it's not enough. I hold her body captive but not her heart. She has no money. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to for help. She knows I took everything from her to make her mine, so she fights me at every turn. This began as a game, but she needs to understand that I will do anything to win. Anything. She is my possession. Nothing, and no one, not even her, will keep us apart. One way or another, I'll get what I want. And I want her...all of her.

I sold my soul to the devil only to turn around and slit his throat… Thomas Kincaid took everything from me. My mother. My hopes. My innocence. Now, it’s my turn. He thought he was safe. They all did. They were wrong. Men always think they can take without ever having to deal with the consequences. Well, now I’m back, and I'm the last consequence they’ll ever see.

I've always been the dutiful son, living my life for everyone else but me. So, walking in on my fiancée with someone else during our engagement party should have filled me with devastation, but instead, I felt relieved. When a drunken message to the woman whose heart I broke all those years ago comes back with a reply, will this be the second chance I've always hoped for, or is it too late?

Following her departure from Faerie, Alice tries to adjust to the rhythm of her old life. But confusing emotions draw her into a new venture with Dorothy, a girl from a neighboring farm. When the pair are transported to a whole new part of Faerie, Alice encounters former acquaintances who, like her, haven't moved past what transpired in the Unseelie kingdom.

When I agreed to be an adjunct professor for a semester, I never anticipated Savannah. When she walks into my classroom, I'm struck by her beauty. There's no way I can deal with seeing her three days a week. She's pure temptation. There's just one problem… I keep running into her. First, it's our dogs getting tangled together on a walk in the park. Then I see her ex putting his hands on her when she repeatedly asks him to stop. Of course, I step in.

I'm not interested in love. It's the chase that intrigues me. I saw her in the park, my pretty little prey. I intend to make her mine, and the closer I get, the more she will lose. Her friends. Her family. Her freedom. Each move will bring her further under my control until she has nothing left... but me. Am I playing a cruel game? Of course. But I warned you: It's not love that I want.