Tamlin chose her. He loved her, cherished her, and dreamed of making her his mate. But there was one problem: he couldn’t accept the darkness within her—the very darkness she refused to apologize for. Then Rhysand meets her. And suddenly, the High Lord of the Night Court finds himself wondering what it would be like to have a female at his side who doesn’t fear his darkness because she possesses some of her own. She isn’t his mate. She isn’t his to claim. And she’s in love with another male. But Rhysand has never been particularly good at accepting things he doesn’t want. Tamlin chose her. Rhysand intends to make her choose him.
She’s five feet of pure attitude. He’s six feet of dangerous charm. She should hate Negan. He should want her gone. Instead, their war of insults turns into stolen glances, dangerous chemistry, and a tension neither of them can outrun. In a world where trust gets you killed, falling for the wrong man might be the most dangerous thing she’s ever done.
She came to Charming to disappear. Instead, she found Jax Teller. With a sharp tongue, a stubborn streak, and enough secrets to keep an entire town guessing, Y/N has no interest in Charming’s infamous Sons—or the dangerously charming biker who seems determined to get under her skin. Jax has dealt with plenty of women. He’s never met one who argues with him like she’s trying to win a war. She should be nothing more than a distraction. Until Jax realizes the Scottish girl with the wicked mouth is running from something far darker than he ever imagined. And the more he tries to protect her from his world, the closer she gets to uncovering the truth about hers. She came to Charming to escape her past. She never expected her future to be wearing a SAMCRO cut.
She may be five feet of fury, but the Inquisitor has never needed height to command a room—or put a blade to someone’s throat. Iron Bull finds her attitude entertaining. Her temper amusing. Her skill with a sword downright irresistible. What starts as relentless teasing soon becomes something neither of them is prepared for: a slow-burning attraction between the tiny Inquisitor and the towering Qunari who may have finally met the one woman capable of bringing him to his knees.
Four centuries after Valyria fell, its last princess is found alive—and rescued by the one man she should never trust: a notorious pirate captain. He expects trouble. She expects to be rid of him. Neither expects stolen glances, sharp banter, lingering touches, or slowly falling for the person they were never supposed to meet. Sometimes, the greatest treasure a pirate can find is the one thing he never meant to keep.
She was given to a dragon as the price of peace. He never wanted a human bride. She never wanted a dragon husband. Bound by a marriage neither chose, a defiant princess and a ruthless dragon shifter wage war against each other beneath the same roof—until hatred begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because dragons don’t fall in love gently. They burn.
