Salem Summers is a rare vampire. The ruler of Nitehelm’s blood-sucking kingdom possesses a gift—one that could well put a price on his head. As a Blue Blood, Salem is gifted with the ability to conceive—a rare trait in Boodborne’s cursed, infertile society. Men like Salem are hunted by ruthless, mercenary predators who will exploit his fertility for their own nefarious purposes. Salem must conceal his gift while he searches for his mates, but the clock is ticking.
If he fails to conceive an heir by the next blood moon, Bloodborne faces certain extinction and will crumble beneath the sands of time. To save his kingdom, Salem undertakes an ancient ceremony to summon his mates, and three answer his call: Thoren—a werewolf whose first touch soothes Salem’s battered heart; Ulrich—a dragon shifter with a kiss that unravels Salem’s defenses; Cecil—a Sorcerean prince who casts a sultry spell over Salem’s very soul.
The three men are so much more than he dared hope. Their days together, and their nights too, draws Salem closer to the child he so desperately yearns for. But enemies lurk in the shadows. Without an heir, he’ll lose not just his kingdom, but the three fierce and protective men he’s grown to love.
All they have left is their pride.
Elliot Smith was once a hotshot attorney, but those days are long gone. A midlife crisis of conscience has left him with shattered confidence, abandoned by his former friends and scraping by at a legal aid clinic. When a smoking hot bad boy rescues him from the side of the road, Elliot is sure he doesn’t stand a chance.
After a misspent youth boosting cars, Lucas Kelly runs his own garage and is finally getting his life back on track. He isn’t about to risk everything by daring to hope for something more, especially not with a man so far above his pay-grade.
The heat between them is enough to have them questioning everything they thought they knew about themselves. But is explosive chemistry enough to keep them together when Elliot’s career threatens to drive them apart?
A biker’s love is poison to the one who captures his heart.
Thirteen years ago, he came into my life as my son’s best friend. Knobby knees and eyes wide with admiration. Six years ago, he exited my life, leaving Smoky Vale behind for good. Or at least so I thought. Now he’s back, and he’s made it clear what he’s after. Me. The President of the Grimm Reapers. His best friend’s father. Now his lover and his protector. But when my life is cloaked with uncertainty, death, and retaliation, how can I keep this beautiful brave boy knowing that my love is poison?
My best friend doesn’t understand the way I feel about his dad. My father, the chief of police disapproves of the relationship. My supervisor cautions me against it—that it won’t be long before I end up in a body bag. But one day with Grimm is better than a lifetime without him. It’s a risk I am willing to take because the biker the world knows is not the Daddy Grimm who comes to my bed, ready to bare it all for his boy. Secrets must be confessed, lives must be taken, new paths must be forged. Can we survive the war that’s about to rage in Smoky Vale?
It’s not stealing if you’re stealing it back….
Ari had a game plan for life. Shoot people. Get money. Hang out with fellow criminal friends. He saw absolutely no reason to change that plan until one dark night in Memphis, when a little girl reached out to him with pocket change and a desperate plea for him to help her.
Nick Fairfax vows to do whatever Lord Bane Dunsaney desires for one year. In exchange, Nick’s family gets a chance to regain their fortune. Is this the worst mistake of Nick’s life, or will it lead to a love only found in fairy tales? Book 1 of our modern, M/M retelling of Beauty & The Beast.
When you’re faking a relationship, the last thing you should do is fall in love…especially with a prince.
Charlie is back in his hometown of Chester Falls for his sister’s wedding. What he needs is a date to keep him away from the wandering hands of his ex.
Prince Kristof of Lydovia, or simply Kris, needs an escape from the latest press scandal. Hiding away in an American small town doesn’t mean he can’t pretend to not be royal, or be someone’s boyfriend. Especially when that someone keeps falling all over him, literally.
Baxter Rawlins: a real heartbreaker.
He broke mine ten years ago.
Back in high school, Baxter pretended not to even know my name. I was a skinny, plaid-shirt-wearing nobody. I was openly gay, but nobody even cared — except Baxter, when he wanted a hookup. That was all a nerd like me could expect from the star quarterback and prom king.
Our trysts were his dirty little secret.
I’ve stayed away from Baxter for a decade now, even when he came back to visit Honey Bay.
I’m older now. Wiser. I know I deserve better. Even if I can’t stop thinking about his smile and his laugh. Even if I remember those fleeting moments when we were together.