Job‑less musician Ethan moves into a cheap lavish mansion, only to find his three gorgeous roommates are witches. They use him as the sixth sacrifice to summon demon Ashtar. Teamed with his friend Mark, Ethan fights the coven, defeats the demon and escapes alive.
Dr. Elise Marlowe is fighting to save her neurological assessment research after
her ex steals the credit—and her funding starts to disappear. Then Misha Volkov, a star
hockey goalie with a trembling hand, walks into her clinic. His team wants him back on the
ice. Elise refuses to sign off on a recovery she can't prove, even for a man who knows exactly
how to flirt. When her ex tips off the paparazzi, one midnight photo turns a medical
appointment into a scandal. Elise and Misha agree to fake a romance in public. He pursues
her; she plays it cool. But away from the cameras, their chemistry becomes the one thing
neither can control. As Elise's painful past hits the headlines and her research comes under
attack, Misha is pressured to discredit her on live television—or lose his place on the team.
When pretending is no longer enough, what is he willing to risk for her?
Dragon King Sali bears a deadly curse. He loses his sanity and power during lunar eclipses, which will doom the dragon clan if unbroken. Severely wounded while fleeing lion clan hunters, he stumbles upon fox princess Rafina bathing in a forest hot spring. He senses she alone can lift his curse. Rafina flees with his dragon dagger, binding their fates.
Rafina was engaged to dragon prince Anlis, who betrays her with her stepsister Ilon. Forced by her father to end the engagement, she finds the mysterious man from the spring is Dragon King Sali, who swears to wed her.
At a dragon feast, Rafina is assaulted and stabbed by Anlis. Sali saves her. Back among foxes, her mother’s necklace is shattered. When the curse strikes, Rafina calms Sali with her singing. They resolve misunderstandings and form a soul bond. Rafina’s sacred magic dispels the curse. Sali executes traitors and defeats the invading Lion King. Finally accepted, they marry and welcome a princess, living happily ever after.
Transported into a brutal beast world facing the Great Winter, Harper uses her skills to become the tribe's sole Shaman. As she forges iron and claims the salt spring, her brilliance sparks a fierce rivalry among powerful shifters fighting to win her heart. But as a deadly enemy closes in, who will survive to claim the Shaman's heart?
On Alpha Adrian Blackwood’s thirty-fifth birthday, his foster sister, Selena Vale, put on a magic show for the entire Mooncrest Pack. Selena had insisted that I join her onstage and assist with the grand finale. She had spent months learning stage magic and bragging about every new illusion until the entire pack was convinced she was practically a master magician. So when the blades inside Selena’s illusion box turned out to be real, no one believed my screams. Selena laughed into the microphone. “Our Luna deserves an Oscar. Doesn’t she make it look real?” The entire pack laughed with her. Even Adrian frowned at me from the front row. “Elena, enough. Don’t ruin my birthday just because you can’t stand Selena being in the spotlight.” Our six-year-old son looked up at me and said, “Mommy, stop pretending. Aunt Selena worked really hard.” Then the next blade came down. And another. They thought I was putting on a performance to ruin Selena’s magic show. But I wasn’t acting. I was dying.
Winona Warren never imagined that on her birthday, her son would hand her a walnut cake that could kill her. As her consciousness began to blur, she heard Asher Rhodes' furious voice. "Carter, don't you know your mother is allergic to walnuts?" Carter Rhodes' childish voice rang out with startling clarity. "I do. But I want Ella to be my mom instead. Dad, you want that too, don't you? Even if I..." A crushing wave of suffocation overwhelmed Winona before she could hear the rest of Asher's answer. In the second before she completely lost consciousness, Winona had only one thought. If she woke up, she would never be Asher's wife or Carter's mother again.
My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca -the youngest Don in New York's underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don't confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our private line, and ordered his underboss, Luca, to stop reporting anything about me. When I went to DeLuca Tower in Lower Manhattan, security blocked me at the revolving doors. "The Don's exact words were that we could let a rival family walk in tonight, but not you." After that, whenever Roman saw me at a party or in a hallway, he left first. He kept it up for six months. Then a doctor told me an aggressive, high-grade glioma was growing inside my brain. It was pressing into the part that held language and memory, and the time I had left might be just long enough for one goodbye.
Ruined by her toxic friend Selina, Mara sinks into a steamy island affair with billionaire Alex. But paradise shatters—Alex is Selina’s fiancé. Bound by obsession yet torn by mistrust, Alex loves and hates her. Driven to the edge, Mara fights back—and in the crossfire, can their dangerous passion survive the war?
To be with Luca, I left New York and moved to Montreal. Three years of slaving over the stove, teaching myself the books, studying every detail of how to dress—all to fit into his world. To become his Donna. I actually believed I was on my way. But tonight, at the family banquet, the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Liliana—his childhood friend. His understudy leaned in and muttered in Italian. "Don, if you're settling things with Liliana, what happens to Catherine?" Luca took a slow drag of his cigar. "I love Catherine. But for the family, my Donna can't be some nobody." "And if she finds out?" "She loves me too much to walk away. I'll give her everything but the title." My chest tightened. A tremor ran through me that I couldn't stop. What they didn't know—I'd learned Italian in secret. I caught every single word. Liliana swept in wearing a long red dress. She shot me a look from above and gestured for me to move. Luca patted my hand. "Liliana's here to hold the room tonight. Go watch the kitchen. Don't let the staff screw up." I looked into his eyes. Three years of this—and it was all a joke I'd played on myself. I turned and walked out, pulling off his necklace and letting it drop to the carpet. My phone buzzed. My father asked how much longer I'd stay away. I stopped and typed. "Three days. I'm coming back to New York." Luca, when you find out your family doesn't even hold a candle to mine... what then?
At her daughter Poppy's graduation, Nora watches her call "Dad" three times-only to be met
with an empty chair.
A few hours later, Nora spots her husband, Elliot, at the mall celebrating the birthday of Maisie,
the daughter of college-the ex-wife he never seemed to get over. The same man who is always
too busy for his own family, and who claims he's no good with kids, is tying another little girl's
shoes, carrying her on his shoulders, and treating her with the patience of a perfect father.
Nora soon realizes this wasn't just one missed event. For eleven years, the more capable and
understanding she became, the easier it was for Elliot to leave the family-and their daughter—
in her hands, while giving his most attentive and dependable side to people who seemed to
"need" him more.
This time, Nora stops making excuses for him. She files for divorce.
During the ninety-day legal waiting period, Elliot is forced to learn what it really means to be a
father, while Nora begins reclaiming the life she put on hold for their marriage.
But by the time Elliot finally becomes the dad Poppy has always waited for, is it already too late
for him to become the husband Nora needed?