Sloane Reyes tows broken things for a living and doesn't fix any of them. Then a shot-up Harley lands in her yard with an outlaw alpha bleeding on her passenger seat, and her wolf - silent for a decade - sits down inside her chest and refuses to get up. Ash Corrigan lost his club to his cousin Vance. He doesn't want a mate. He needs a place to heal, a place to hide, and a tow truck with a driver who doesn't ask questions. Two weeks. His bed, her yard, no feelings. Vance starts burning Sloane's lot down to smoke him out. Blackrock land was stolen from Sloane's grandmother three generations back. Turns out they've both got something to take back. An alpha shifter biker romance with bite.

Third string means you practice, you dress, and you watch. Priya Raman was fine with that. Then both starting goalies go down in the same period, and the net is hers for six weeks she didn't ask for. Dex Whitmore, the team's leading scorer, decides she's his project. He shows up at 5 a.m. to shoot pucks at her head. He refuses to celebrate his own goals until she stops one. He drives her to appointments she didn't tell anyone she was keeping. She doesn't want a coach. She doesn't want a boyfriend. She wants the crease. But the season doesn't care what she wants, and neither, apparently, does Dex. A college sports romance about the loneliest position on the ice - and the one person who wouldn't leave her alone in it.

The night of my engagement party, I walked barefoot out of the Hounds' chapel with my shoes in my hand and my heart in the trash. Two years in Corpus Christi, two years of a strip-mall chair and a decent man who flosses. Then Crow dies, and Havoc rides five hours south to tell me to my face. He could have called. He rents the unit next door. He buys the building. He stands outside in the rain and doesn't knock. He is ten years older than me, twice as dangerous as the man who broke me, and the only person who ever told me the truth about Crow. This isn't a wedding story. It's a get-out-of-my-way-and-watch-me-heal story, with a man on his knees at the end.

Calliope Ruiz retrieves things people shouldn't have. Her new job: a bridegroom. Teo Marchetti was taken from his own wedding and is being held in a Tampa mansion with three men keeping him: Xan, the rival heir finishing a vendetta he didn't start; Bishop, the bodyguard who takes him to the pool at dawn so he can breathe; and Rafa, the cook, who leaves the door unlocked every single night. Cal goes in as a caterer. Within a week she isn't sure who's the captive. She should be planning an extraction. Instead she's redrafting contracts - one that gets Teo his inheritance, Xan his justice, and all of them a house that isn't a prison. The rehearsal is Saturday. So is the defection. So is the wedding.

Sela Quinn wakes on an alien planet with an infant in her arms and no memory of the night that made her. Her physician, Vekhal, is patient, kind, and lying. He calls her his bonded mate and he says it like a diagnosis. Somewhere in his perfect Hesh records is the real story: a crash, a rescue, a bond he was not supposed to survive, and a choice the Council would have been happy to make for her. Sela is nobody's unclaimed property. When she finds the file, she takes the baby and runs. He lets her. He also follows. One alien world, two stubborn hearts, and a truth that will take an entire night to say out loud.

Hallow Ridge has no room for Odette Reyes - except the one Kade Brennan already lives in. Kade doesn't want a roommate. He wants her gone, he wants her brother's name buried, and he wants Odette to confess it was all a lie. He closes every door on campus. He follows her home. He leaves things in her bed that only he could have put there. And still she stays, because she's figured out something he hasn't: he isn't hunting her. He's waited two years for her. She isn't running. She's collecting. He'll break before she does - but not the way either of them planned.

Twenty-two years as a senator's wife. One live-television announcement. Nora Whitfield is divorced by Sunday brunch. At the party her sister throws to celebrate, a stranger named Theo watches her from the end of the bar. He is patient. He is kind. He knows things about her no one should. When the campaign tries to destroy her with a leaked lie, Theo produces photographs that save her - photographs he had no business taking. Nora has survived a husband who looked through her. She will not survive a man who watched her. She leaves them both, drives to a cottage in Beaufort, and puts her hands in the dirt. Months later, Theo returns with a folder containing every stolen image and one honest question. Nora is not ready to forgive him. She is ready to decide for herself. A divorce romance about trust, gardens, and the slow work of choosing.

Bonnie Reyes came home to bury her mother. She did not come home for Dallas Crow. But Dallas is standing in her mother's kitchen at the will reading, because nine years ago, while Bonnie was packing her car in the dark, her mother was signing a piece of paper giving him the house. He's president of the Brazos Hellhounds now. Tattooed, quiet, forty-two, and still owning every room he walks into - including the one Bonnie has to sleep in. He wants to explain. He wants to start over. He wants a second chance. Bonnie is a paramedic. She has told a hundred families the thing they did not want to hear. She can tell one man the same. She's keeping the house. She's dating the firefighter. And she is never, not once, letting Dallas Crow back in.

Petra Lindqvist has spent her career saying other people's words. She is very good at it, and she is very tired. When the first Vashkan delegation in two hundred years arrives in Geneva, Petra is assigned as interpreter because she is the only one who can hold the envoy's accent. She notices within an hour that the envoy is not an envoy - he is his delegation's security chief, sent because the real one was poisoned before departure. She should report him. Instead she asks him for one true thing a day. The treaty has eleven days. There are eleven true things. There is also a poisoner still in the room, a word they cannot agree on, and an archive room at two in the morning. A steamy alien romance about the translator who hears everything and the soldier who decides to mean it.

Wren Halloran is the first human admitted to Ravenspire Academy. She's there for one reason: she can read languages nobody else alive can. She lasts three days before she trips a binding circle in the scriptorium and tethers herself to three of the most dangerous shifters on campus. Ambrose, whose family collects grudges. Lio, whose bear form could flatten the west wing. And Nikolai, who hasn't spoken a word to anyone in two years but won't leave Wren's side. They can't shift more than a mile from her. They can't leave. They hate her for it - until the binding reveals itself as sabotage, and the archivist who set the trap comes for all four of them. A human, three shifters, one forbidden circle. Ravenspire was built on secrets. Wren is about to read them all out loud.

Six years of marriage. One file that says it was never a marriage at all. Elena Okafor-Marchetti found the proof on a Tuesday. Her husband's signature on a document that put her father in prison. Her wedding dress sketch in the same folder, dated three weeks before the proposal. Dominic Marchetti didn't marry her. He bought her - and signed her father as the down payment. Elena doesn't leave. Not yet. She stays, plays the perfect wife for eleven more months, and quietly moves half of Marchetti Holdings into a shell company built under her mother's maiden name. When Dominic finds out, he doesn't throw her out. He sits down at the kitchen table and tells her every lie he's ever told. Then he asks her to tell him hers. A betrayal romance about a wife who stops being collateral and a husband who learns, late and loudly, how to be worth keeping.

Sloane Reyes schleppt kaputte Dinge ab, repariert aber keines davon. Dann landet eine durchsiebte Harley in ihrem Hof, mit einem blutenden Outlaw-Alpha auf dem Beifahrersitz - und ihr Wolf, seit zehn Jahren stumm, setzt sich in ihrer Brust fest und weigert sich aufzustehen. Ash Corrigan hat seinen Club an seinen Cousin Vance verloren. Er will keine Gefährtin. Er braucht einen Ort zum Heilen, einen Ort zum Verstecken und einen Abschleppwagen mit einer Fahrerin, die keine Fragen stellt. Zwei Wochen. Sein Bett, ihr Hof, keine Gefühle. Vance beginnt, Sloanes Werkstatt niederzubrennen, um ihn auszuräuchern. Das Land von Blackrock wurde vor drei Generationen von Sloanes Großmutter gestohlen. Es stellt sich heraus, dass beide etwas zurückzuholen haben. Eine Alpha-Wandler-Biker-Romanze mit Biss.