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Sebastian "grumphole" Sovrano is ruthless, arrogant, and fixated on me. The first time we meet at a bar, I dump my drink all over him. He's grumpy, high-handed, full of himself, and...so very appealing. No way can I act on the attraction that sizzles between us, right? But I need to get custody of my daughter, and he promises to help me. Provided I pose as his wife. Only problem? I can't resist his mean smirk, his wickedness that appeals to the darkness inside of me.

Literally colliding with the hottest guy in the world and agreeing to be his date to his sister’s wedding? Done…for some reason. Finding out he’s actually an aristocrat and will one day inherit an ancient Scottish dukedom and castle? Yep, that’s a surprise. Sharing a bed with him at said castle because his family thinks I’m his girlfriend? Okay, I’m sure I’ll survive. Even if he does make my heart pitter-patter and my lady bits—uh, never mind.

My life is a mess, and so is my house, but I'm a good teacher, right? So why are some of my best students going off the rails? I meant to ring their uncles to let them know what was going on. But not like this. I drunkenly dump out all of my problems down the phone line, thinking it was my bestie on the other end.

I don't want an alpha. I don't want the legendary Murphy pack as stepbrothers. I don't want to share a house with the four boys every girl in school wants. And I definitely don't want their breath on my skin, their scent in my nose, their marks on my neck. Their father told them to look after me. But he doesn't realize just how they've decided to twist that directive. I'm a pet omega for them to play with. And they're about to give me everything they decide I need.

Every famous love song has been written by an alpha for an omega. As a beta, I've never expected to be anyone's muse. I'm happy to stick in the background—and with a past like mine, it's simply safer avoiding the spotlight. That changes the day I learn my long-lost brother is Stix Rain, the drummer for one of the biggest rock bands in the world. We lost touch when we went into foster care. He ran away, I stayed, and I still carry the scars from growing up alone. I have so many questions for him—until I discover he died three months ago.

Isabel hates Christmas. She’s got a Christmas disaster for each of her 25 years. When her boss sends her from the sun-kissed beaches of Australia to snowy small-town Wyoming, it’s just another thing to add to her "do not like" list. Snow sucks. Christmas sucks. And cowboys suck most of all. Except, maybe, for one.

The supercilious cow who just hired me for my dream job didn't do so because of my impeccable filing or my ability to type 80 words per minute. She did so because she took one look at my plus-size body and assumed my smoking hot billionaire bosses wouldn't look twice at me. I assumed the same. But when I meet the big alphas running Dacian Enterprises, we're all in for a shock. Their eyes turn silver the moment they take me in, looking for all the world like the big bad wolves that want to eat me up. One of them already has—a Howlr hookup that I ghosted after the hottest night of my life.

I'm the girl next door who looks for love in all the wrong places. Until the day my smoking hot neighbors who've always treated me like a little sister rescue me from the men who hurt me. They tend my wounds. They care for me. They make me whole again. Now the gloves are off. They're my fated mates, and they won't give me up for anyone. My enemies are determined to find and enslave me, but my three possessive, dangerous, and slightly unhinged alphas will lay waste to an entire city if that's what it takes to keep me safe. And they may just have to.

When I received the notice my divorce was final, I decided the best way to celebrate my freedom was to have one night of passion with a complete stranger. No strings attached. I chose the hottest club in town, Rapture, to find my prey. Little did I know the person I hooked was the head of the Irish Mafia, who became haunted by the memory of our night. When I drunkenly return to Rapture with a broken heart, I find myself being drawn into the dark underground world of the Irish Mafia and the four men that rule it.

Alphas are taught to take what they want. Or at least that's the motto of the elite alpha academy where I work. My probation is around the corner, and the headmaster has already warned me I don't fit in. But I need this job to prove to my family and my ex that I'm more than just my past mistakes.

Bowen Barclay lived to ride bulls—until his single-minded focus cost his wife her life. Four years on, raising his son alone is the only thing he’s getting right. His rodeo career is going down in flames, and instead of dating, he’s playing his kid’s video games.

Did you know the medical term for a butt crack is intergluteal cleft? My name is Reagan, and spouting random facts like this one at inopportune moments is my affliction. I’m chronically awkward, socially inept, and completely lack a filter. Believe it or not, men do not find these attractive traits. When my sexy-as-sin neighbour barges into my apartment at the arse crack of dawn, everything changes.

After a stint in the Irish Defense Forces, I drifted. No purpose, no place I felt truly at home. Until I joined Second Sight, Boston's leading security and protection firm. It's more than a job. It's a family. One I don't deserve. One of these days, they'll see through my sarcasm and bravado and realize I'm just a screw up. My first solo assignment? Hunt down a trained assassin and stop her. Whatever it takes. But the more I learn about Zephyr, the more I wonder if there's more to this case than meets the eye.

Neville Astley, Viscount Wilton, is a recluse by choice who has mostly avoided society until becoming the guardian of his niece. For her sake, he’s attending a Yorkshire country house party, despite preferring to be anywhere else. He wants nothing to do with romance or a wild hellion like Lady Charity. And yet, there’s something about her that he finds impossible to resist. Unexpected desire flares between the gentleman most likely to follow the rules and the lady most likely to break them. But while Charity will surrender her body willingly, she’ll never cede her heart.

My name is Tilly, and when I was 17, I lost the love of my life because my mum and his dad did the nasty, made a baby, then got hitched. It drove us apart, me into the arms of another and him as far away as he could get. Now six years later, he shows up telling me he doesn’t care that he’s my stepbrother, that we share a sibling, or that I’m a single mum with three kids to a guy he’s always hated. He wants me back and he’s willing to prove it.

"You're our fated mate," Bjorn tells me. It's every woman's fantasy, isn't it? To hear a big, tattooed bear shifter tell you that you're the only one for him and his sleuth. So why aren't I falling all over myself to accept the bond? Sounds great, but I'm not ready to be anyone's girlfriend, mate, anything. My selfish ex left me hurt, exhausted and burned out. I just want to have a little fun for once—not hook up with his hot brothers. Rather than take "no" for an answer, these sexy shifters offer me a proposal. If I surrender control to them, they'll give me all the pleasure I crave.

Being locked up pisses me off. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. I'm f--king good at those. But Brigid is...different. And tough as hell. I like her Irish whiskey, and the way her lips feel on my...skin. She's got secrets. Hell, we all do. That's what the MC is about. Hers might get us all killed. Just another day at the office.

Ashton Scott is not my type. He’s arrogant and presumptuous, and way too bossy for me. The man is persistent, though. Nothing stops him when he decides he wants something, and he’s decided he wants to buy my building. He’s also decided he wants me. And like I said, when Ashton Scott wants something, nothing stops him. He’s sexy AF. He wears a suit like nobody’s business. And his bossiness turns me on in ways I can’t understand. But I’m not going down without a fight. Or at least, I wasn’t.

My name’s Charlotte. I’m a fashion blogger and city girl, through and through. I also have the misfortune of sharing my uterus with a demon I’ve come to call Lilith. Doctors call it Endometriosis, but potato, potarto.... I am determined to live a fulfilling life despite the endless battle with my body. It would just be my luck to find an awesome man when I’m in no condition to do anything about it. Not that I thought I would ever in a million years be attracted to a flannel-clad llama farmer. Me, flannel, and llamas absolutely do not mesh.

I may be on the straight and narrow now, but my past self was anything but the picture-perfect good girl. When I am left with no choice but to return to my bad ways to help pull the family out of debt, I do it in style. Little did I know I would end up committing myself and my best friend to the devil himself—Dante Mendez—and his brother to pay back the debt, and in the process, I would end up falling into a world that isn't what it seems.