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When the latest string of murders sweeping New York City lands on Detective Fitzgerald S. Rodriguez's desk, the signature evidence hits too close to home. Being unable to stop the murder of his own mother has made Fitz a jaded man. Now, he will stop at nothing to protect the one he loves. Serial killer Mark Chambers is like a cat that preys on unsuspecting mice for sport. When a fresh kill no longer quenches his sexual appetite, he sets his sights on Makenna Justice. The fiery redhead, with her emerald green eyes, ignites a fire in him that he hasn't had since his first kill.

Trigger... I thought the light would bring redemption. Salvation. But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. My weakness has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell… Tess… I broke a promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell. But I don’t have a choice…The reaper is riding bitch on our backs.

Cozen Taylor has more than earned her place as one of North America’s most successful thieves. Her name is whispered among criminal elite as the go-to thief when someone needs a heist. She has never failed. A call from the Miami-based Astor family could change all that with a job that seems almost impossible to complete. The mark should be simple - a stolen family heirloom, the man who has kept it hidden for more than 20 years, and six months to return the piece to its rightful owners. Nothing is ever that easy.

I am werewolf. And I have seven alpha males as my mates. All mine to kiss and hold and touch, seven handsome men for my bed. Three glittering dark courts threaten our existence with their glamorous cruelty: the vampires, the witches, and the fae. Werewolves are missing from all the packs, and my boys and I, we have to find them. Or find out who's killing them. Because I'm the mistress of my men, my packs, a girl known simply as White Wolf. I've promised to protect the men I love, the family and friends I cherish. And the White Wolf...always keeps her promises.

In the Jericho Black series Will Hessler goes up against neo-Nazis, radical jihadists, East German assassins, and even the KGB, but how did he get his start? How did a starving artist from San Francisco become Israel's most lethal deep-cover operative? It all starts with Book One: Among Wolves. Growing up in 1970s San Francisco as a young artist, Will finds himself at odds with his Nazi war-criminal grandfather and radical jihadist mother.

Welcome to Rannit, an ancient city awash in magic and mayhem. Wracked by war, but embracing the dubious wonders of steam and iron, Rannit is on the path to renewal - but old magics and older shadows won’t go easily into the light. Markhat earns his living as a finder. On behalf of his clients, Markhat will find anyone, or anything, for a fee. In Three Mean Streets, his clients include a dead man’s ghost, a mighty Troll warrior seeking his cousin’s mounted head, and the true identity of the corpse allegedly stalking the grounds of a rich widow’s mansion.

A clue and a fatal accident sends Mark Springfield across the country to the Golden State. With him is an encrypted device able to communicate with The HUUT, the only satellite able to image below the earth's surface. If his sister is still alive, he'll use it as bait to get her back.

Justin managed to get the day off work. He has plans to make the most of it. Drugs, booze, hookers - total degradation. There's just one problem. Those damn flies.

By the year 2031, global warming cooks the planet, endless wars sweep the globe and pollution tries to finish everybody off. Science has declared r-incarnation a fact and legally sanctioned death houses have sprouted up like mushrooms in overcrowded cities. Those so-called "Last Resorts" provide the paying guest with the tools and the know-how for a successful exit from life - with one rule: once checked in, the check-out is feet-first only. Nobody leaves a "Last Resort" alive. Ansel Grayson has been a resident at the Hotel Terminus for over 12 years, unable to take the last step.

Jamie's life is one big financial mess, and it really isn't his fault. However, the last thing he expected to find in the library was a Good Samaritan. He might have been suspicious of Guy's motives at first, but it soon becomes apparent that his savior is a good man who has been lucky in life and is looking to pay it forward. Guy being gay is not a problem. Jamie's not interested...or so he thinks.

Young billionaire Sebastian Montero has hunted killers for 700 years, the murder of his baby brother still haunting his dreams. After a teenage girl is ritually butchered, Sebastian joins the LAPD in their search for the man known as "the Voodoo Killer".

I once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me. I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hoo-ah motherf--ker. Life or death. Ride or die. And I'm not only talking about the military. I'm talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere. My life. I fought for my brothers. I fought for my family. I fought for my country. And I fought for her...Never realizing I might die for them too.

Drawing the Dragon is a genre-fusion tale of what happens after humans leave Earth - only scratching the star-strewn surface of what they discover about the universe and themselves. A story about the power of intention, galvanized by compelling villains and passionately charged heroes. Both sides learn that hate consumes reason, love can cross any distance, and reality is what you make it.

I was raised by the Devil himself and formed into a man who was unreachable. I went from the boy with bruises to the man with a trigger. Killing is the only thing that calms the itch. The demons inside were a constant battle, until she changed everything.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. And all that f--king shit. I had killed. I had sacrificed. The innocent and the corrupt. I knew blood, and I knew violence. Never imagining I could know love, too. Mia Ryder was a woman to love. To cherish. To f--king claim. Now, forever, and every day in between. If there was anyone I'd go to hell and back for, it was her. Even if it meant going to war with...my f--king brother.

Many listeners have indicated that they wanted more motorcycle stories similar to those contained in the previous book, 50 Wild Motorcycle Tales. This new book gives 50 More Wild Motorcycle Tales for your listening enjoyment. Most of the stories were submitted to Motorcycle Views by visitors to the site. Walter lived and wrote 19 of these tales; eight of the 19 are fictional depictions of far-out motorcycle events that could happen. Jane Ann Kern wrote four stories before her untimely death. Some tales are short, and some are long. Each tale was edited to provide a good experience.

Undercover FBI agent Kat Baldwin isn’t the least intimidated when she strolls into the biker bar, but when she meets Marco, every nerve in her body sparks. He is unlike any bad boy she’s ever seen, but when she tries to get his attention, she quickly ends up with far more than a kiss and a promise.

Abby Stein is young, smart, and obedient. But even obedient girls can make a mistake once in a while. While most girls learn a lesson and move on, Abby isn't allowed to do that. When a poor choice at a party leaves Abby pregnant and alone, her overly religious parents and church community will make her life so miserable that she's forced to consider suicide as her only way out. With nowhere else to turn, Abby makes a desperate call from the parking lot of New Hope Christian Church.

Napoleon napped as rain spotted the habitat's skylight. Tonight as any other, he'd fallen asleep listening to the footfalls of spiders. But now, his super-keen ears detected something else - something more than rain ticking off glass. It was a faint squeaking noise, like chittering rats. His eyelids parted moistly, revealing yellow crescents which shined in the dark, and he blinked several times, awakening. The sound was that of his nemesis. Drawing closer.

Gus wasn't just my president. He was the father I never had. He was steadfast and strong. I looked up to him and trusted him without question. I'd never seen the man show a single sign of uncertainty until the day August James showed up at the Satan's Fury clubhouse. None of us knew why the beautiful brunette had come knocking at our door, but it was clear that her arrival had caught Gus by surprise.