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I almost hooked up with a werewolf… but before we got to third base, he dragged me off to jail. Apparently, he's the leader of the pack in town. The fact that I’m an illegal blood wolf—a vampire/werewolf hybrid—doesn’t help my case. And he didn't appreciate me accidentally biting him when we were kissing, either. Luckily, or unluckily, he seems to think I'm his true mate, which means he won't let anyone hurt me. But he also won't let me go. Between his possessiveness, my need to be near him, and the vampire clan hunting me, one thing's becoming clear:

Clara Blackwell sleeps an unnatural sleep, led deeper into her dreams by a figure from her past. Driven into powerful mourning, Elliott struggles to balance watching over her slumbering body with ruling over a vampire civilization, in a world where magic enhances everything - especially the vicious, dangerous wildlife. But events have begun to shift on the global scale. No longer can Elliott Craven ignore the threat of the other vampire lords ­- powerful enemies eager to get their hands on the world’s single human being, no matter the cost.

Carter isn't sure what to call his two alien protectors. Friends? Boyfriends? Mates? Or merely indiscriminate lovers with sexy purrs and tangling tails? He would be lost without them, he knows that. When their home is invaded by a dangerous new kind of alien slaver, they strike out into the jungle. He depends on them for food, protection, a direction to walk in. He's helpless even for shelter and warmth. Thankfully, his alien lovers seem devoted, but why?

So there's a name for what I am. Ruby Wolf. And apparently, the rules don't really apply to us. For one, we come in pairs. The other half of mine is a douche named Ezra, and he's convinced that walking around naked is all it will take to talk me into choosing him. If we don't mate, I'll die. Period. End of story. But I won't betray Roman like that, so I'm dying slowly and painfully. Until he goes and signs up for the trials that can make him like me. The trials no one has survived in more than a hundred years.

All it took was one friendly barbecue to change everything.... Because when I showed up, I met him. Rocco. He says I'm his mate, which is basically a werewolf's instant wife. Honestly, I'm not all that opposed to the idea. Mostly because my instant-hubby comes with a house, and I'm a day away from being homeless.

My life has taught me to expect the unexpected. A serial killer rampaging through the New York Pack? Sure. Why not? But a serial killer who smells like me? That's a heck of a lot more than unexpected. With the Alphas of All poking around and my own Alpha on a rampage to figure out who the murderer is, it becomes a race to see who finds the truth first. I'll find the killer. Or the Alphas will find me. Either way, it's time to face the facts. There's a lot more to being "Wolfsbane" than suppressing my pack's shifting. And I'm pretty sure it starts with my freakishly red hair.

I made spaghetti for my hot arch nemesis, kissed him, then somehow ended up mated to him. Planned? No. Desired? Also no. Unless we're talking about physically, because—whew—there is some serious heat between us in more ways than one. I never wanted to be in a relationship again, but he's not walking away. And the more time I spend with him, the less I want him to leave. We're going from enemies to friends with benefits faster than I realized was possible… and I have to fight like hell not to let us go any further.

Soldiers Don't Go Mad tells for the first time the story of the soldiers and doctors who struggled with the effects of industrial warfare on the psyche. As he investigates the roots of what we now know as PTSD, Charles Glass brings historical bearing to how we must consider war's ravaging effects on mental health, and the ways in which creative work helps us come to terms with even the darkest of times.

A world-renowned composer of symphonies, operas, and film scores, Philip Glass has, almost single-handedly, crafted the dominant sound of late twentieth-century classical music. Rapturous in its ability to depict the creative process, Words without Music allows listeners to experience that sublime moment of creative fusion when life merges with art. Biography lovers will be inspired by the story of a precocious Baltimore boy who entered college at age fifteen before traveling to Paris to study under the legendary Nadia Boulanger; Glass devotees will be fascinated by the stories behind Einstein on the Beach and Satyagraha, among so many other works.

Dan S. Kennedy, joined by coauthor Ben Glass, delivers a fresh take on preserving your most underappreciated and valuable asset, time! With new material addressing social media addiction and time consumption, you'll learn to redefine the saying, "time is money."

When stepping into a town full of werewolves like me for the first time in my life, I expected to be welcomed—or at least tolerated. Instead, I got hit in the face with a door. And then, found my dad's face on a dartboard in their diner.

After nine years in a tower, I was finally rescued...by a deadly fae king who wants to make me his mate. He's harsh, beautiful, and being hunted by an ancient magical monster. If he wants to stay hidden, he needs to keep my magic close. To do so, he ignites a forbidden mate bond between us that connects our minds and prevents me from leaving his side. Though he insists it means nothing, the longer we're connected, the more our desire for each other rages beyond our control. We have to fight it, because in his land, love is a weakness.

Glass has reported extensively from the Middle East and travelled frequently in Syria over several decades. Here he melds together reportage, analysis, and history to provide an accessible overview of the origins and permutations defining the conflict, situating it clearly in the overall crisis of the region. His voice, elegant and concise, humane and richly informed, is a vital antidote to the sloganizing that shapes so much commentary and policy concerning the civil war.

In Cantagna, being a sorcerer is a death sentence. Romy escapes her hardscrabble upbringing when she becomes courtesan to the Shadow Lord, a revolutionary noble who brings laws and comforts once reserved for the wealthy to all. When her brother, Neri, is caught thieving with the aid of magic, Romy's aristocratic influence is the only thing that can spare his life—and the price is her banishment.

I thought my first mate was bad enough. My wolf rejected him after he hit me, and I was more glad than I can ever say. Especially when I found out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. But things are more complicated this time.

I accidentally slept with my fated mate… and now, he wants to make it permanent. It doesn't help that I may or may not be growing his baby as we speak.

I'm trapped in a cabin with a gorgeous dragon shifter. Granted, I was the one who accidentally ignited his heat, an intense mating process. So, it's kind of my fault. Whoops. If we can resist sealing the bond by avoiding, uh, sealing the deal, we'll both be free to go. If we can't, we'll be stuck together. Forever.

All it took was one look to end my life. Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt. And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too. Now I'm trapped in some guy's house, he's stuck in his wolf form, and there's no way out for either of us. Life as I knew it is over, but my fight to survive is only beginning.

I threw a penny into a fountain, and ended up abducted by a group of fae called the Wild Hunt. They dragged me into their world and made me one of them. And then, they started hunting me. I managed to convince their leader to take me somewhere safe, but after I got there, he revealed the price of his help: Me. I thought their hunt was going to be the death of me, but it turns out there's nothing more dangerous than a male fae who has decided you're his mate.

He wants a mate bond. I don't. He's even more stubborn than I am, though. So, I agree to move in with him, for the sake of putting more emotional distance between us. But the plan backfires. And it makes me like him more.