It's the number one rule in this beach town: don't fall for a tourist.
But Jonah Lachlan isn't like any tourist I've ever met.
He's not here for a good time, that much is obvious. In fact, the brooding, boy-next-door cutie is clearly hell-bent on being miserable. Though he's here with his best friend, he doesn't seem interested in hook-ups. Or fun. The guy brought a book to this beach full of gorgeous single gay men, for crying out loud. Who does that??
And as if he couldn't be any more confusing, he seems superhumanly immune to anyone who flirts with him. Myself included.
Just one brief encounter with him on the boardwalk was all it took. Now I can't stop thinking about him. I'm sweating in places I didn't know I was capable. I'm at a complete loss to explain my feelings. I can't let this short weekend slip by and let a guy like that go. I don't care if he's a tourist. I don't care about our cardinal rule.
I'm going to break all the rules and dive in deep with this one.
Contains mature themes.
I thought getting shot, losing my memory, and being hunted by people I didn't know for reasons I couldn't remember was rock bottom. Turns out I was wrong. I found a shovel, dug a little deeper, and found a whole new sublevel of suck.
Apparently, I took something from the Formicary that doesn't belong to me. The boss, Petar Dobroslav, is willing to do just about anything to get it back. Making an enemy of a super-secret organization of assassins might seem like a bad idea and . . . well, it absolutely is.
To be honest, it was inevitable that Grayson Laurie would get dragged into my mess. In my line of work, love is a luxury, a vulnerability I can't afford. But I couldn't stay away, and now we're both paying the price.
But I can fix this. I will fix this. Everyone knows the Formicary is a formidable adversary. It's time to remind them that so is Christian Cross.
Workaholic attorney Max Robertson is one meeting away from making partner at a big NYC firm when his best friend calls and guilts him into coming back home for Christmas. But there's a reason he hasn't been back to Edgewood for a decade-too many bad memories. The plan was to go for just one night, until a wild deer and a snow bank wrecked everything.
Former Army Sergeant Dominic 'Nicky' Bell is the new guy on the Edgewood police force, so of course he drew the short straw and is stuck working the night shift. But his evening gets turned upside-down when he gets called out to a wreck in the snow-and it's his one and only high school crush, looking even sexier than he did back then.
When they both end up stranded together at Dominic's house, sparks start to fly and Max isn't sure what to do. But everyone deserves a present this holiday season, right?
Contains mature themes.
Desire is his downfall.
Rejected by his ruthless family and the god he betrayed them for, Leth is desperate for a chance to prove himself. A purpose for his sword and magic. Anything beyond the legacy of restraint and repression that's broken him down again and again.
But his new quest comes with an infuriatingly familiar companion.
Evain draws power from human desire. Every heated glance or tender touch feeds the flames of his magic. He has little patience for a frigid sword-witch who hates anything demonic-but somehow, traveling with pretty Leth makes him feel stronger than ever. On the rare occasion Leth deigns to look at him.
Wild magic and winter nights throw them together, and cracks start forming in their first impressions. Leth wants more than a purpose from Evain, and Evain wants more than heated glances from Leth. But Evain's hiding a secret that could shatter their fragile trust: he isn't human.
And Leth can't afford weakness when his family's out for blood.
Contains mature themes.
His secret could kill him.
Karis is the arrogant young prodigy of the Radiant Order, and his talent gets him plenty of attention but very few friends. Under the order's prying eyes, there's one secret Karis has to hide at all costs: the meddling, un-paladin-like voice in his head. Sometimes the voice is helpful. Sometimes it gets him into trouble.
This time, trouble's name is Ronan.
Ronan does the dirty work. Anything for the trickster god he serves, no matter how tired he's getting. He's so used to deception, he wouldn't recognize real love if it bit him. When he's captured by the Radiant Order, he doesn't think twice before kidnapping a cute little squire to cover his escape. His new hostage is a lot more complicated than he expected.
Between escape attempts and counterspells, Karis keeps getting under Ronan's skin, and Ronan keeps getting inside Karis's head. And the longer they stay together, Karis starts thinking less about escaping, and more about how Ronan might taste.
But the conspiracy they're tangled in is far deadlier than they know.
Contains mature themes.
Waking up in the hospital with a gunshot wound to the head is bad. Finding out I have amnesia is far worse. My memory is practically wiped. I don't know why someone wants me dead. Hell, I don't even know my name. They say my name is Christian Cross. Too bad that name means nothing to me.
I haven't forgotten everything, though. Grayson Laurie has always been my kryptonite, and it would take more than a bullet to the brain to forget him. He assures me that I'm imagining the distance between us, but I know better. I just don't know how to fix it. I console myself that at least I've reached rock bottom and things can't get worse . . . until they do.
My life is a tangled mess of lies and deceit. The more I learn about myself, the less I want to know. I want nothing more than an honest future with Gray, but the past isn't about to let me go without a fight.
Fortunately, I'm starting to realize that fighting is my specialty.
He'll die without touch.
As a necromancer, Shae loses a little more of himself every time he uses his magic. Always cold, always touch-starved, the only thing that helps is human contact. But that's hard to come by when those same dark powers scare everyone away from him. Nobody likes a necromancer.
Especially a paladin of the Radiant Order.
Arthur's still bitter and broken after his last lover stabbed him in the back, and the last thing he needs is another brush with evil. When he agrees to escort the wandering necromancer north, he's just doing a public service. But he never expected Shae to be so clingy. Or distractingly attractive.
Shae has never felt an aura as warm and safe as Arthur's. He craves the man's touch-and more. But everyone he's ever known has left him, and it's just a matter of time before Arthur leaves him too.
Assuming the soul-stealing monsters don't kill them first.
Contains mature themes.
“I kissed you because I wanted to, not because of the cameras.”
Champion surfer Declan Bishop is living a lie. His friends hate him. His girlfriends are fake. One wrong step could send him spiraling out of control. Then Pearl walks into his life, and he has a chance to make all her dreams come true, even if he has to sacrifice his heart in the process.
Destined to fulfill her mother’s legacy, Pearl is determined to become the first famous female surfer. But it’s easier to wipe out on a dangerous wave than catch a break in the male-dominated world of surfing. She’s desperate to get noticed. Desperate enough to fake-date surfing’s bad-boy Declan Bishop.
Tall, blond, and brooding isn’t her type, so it should be easy to dump Declan after a week of pretending.
There’s only one problem—nothing this fake has ever felt so real.
Declan’s reputation is on the line. Pearl’s career hangs by a thread. And if they don’t bail out of their affair on schedule, their dreams will be swept away like yesterday’s tide.
