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The Blood of Two Worlds Anna Elara McKinnley is a living heresy. The product of a forbidden union between a high-ranking Warlock and a savage Wolf, she is a hybrid of volatile magic and primal instinct. After her mother fled the scandal and the packs branded her an abomination, Anna mastered the art of disappearance. For years, she has survived in the human shadows by suppressing her scent and shackling her power. But her carefully constructed anonymity shatters when her best friend, Sophie, is lured to the Solstice Gala. To the human world, it’s the social event of the season; to the Blackwood Pack, it is a cold-blooded hunting ground where Alphas claim human mates to anchor their bloodlines. When Sophie is "marked" by the pack’s ruthless heir, she is locked away in a gilded cage, unaware that her life of freedom is over. To pull Sophie from the jaws of the wolves, Anna must return to the world that hunted her as a child. Infiltrating the Blackwood estate under a false identity, Anna finds herself navigating a minefield of aristocratic politics and predatory dominance. The air is thick with the scent of her enemies, and keeping the "beast" and the "witch" quiet becomes a losing battle. Her greatest threat arrives in the form of the one man capable of smelling the rot in her lies—a man whose lineage mirrors the dark history she’s tried to outrun. As the gala descends into a game of power and blood, Anna realizes that a quiet rescue is impossible. To save the only person who loves her, she must stop hiding and become the very thing the wolves fear most: a hybrid with the power to burn their empire to the ground.

Saratan: I lost everything when my celebrity boyfriend decided to dump me for a more…popular actress. I lost my dignity, my safety, my apartment, my savings… you name it. I was at rock bottom and then sunshine came flooding my way. Do I call it sunshine though? Being recruited against my will as a blood vessel and then indebted to a recluse vampire who ‘saved’ my life, is that sunshine? Dregen: My kind decided to make our existence known to humans and offered a ‘hand of friendship’ which they more or less grumblingly accepted but I do know for sure that the Vampire Royalties wants a little more than to just co-exist with what we call, “Preys.” Power…Power is their Ultimate target but I don’t care. My hands are too full investigating the disappearance of vampires. Then she came barreling into my life. Saratan Credi. I don’t want her but I’m stuck with her. My vampire hates her but my wolf craves her presence like a man starved of water in a desert. She thinks I’m a good man…tsk… but what she doesn’t know is I don’t have a heart. It shriveled up and died right after I ran away from home, renounced my pack, my wolf, and embraced my vampire, my darkness.

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.

Haunted by her sister Sofia’s murder, marked by the signature black rose of the powerful Moretti crime family, FBI Agent Elena Rossi goes deep undercover as “Lia Moretti.” Her mission: find the killer and burn the organization from within her greatest obstacle: Dante Moretti, the lethally perceptive underboss who sees through her disguise almost immediately. Instead of exposing her, Dante makes her a twisted offer: her secrets become his to control, and in return, he grants her his protection from the rest of the family, for whom discovery means a death sentence. Forced into his trajectory as his personal project, Elena walks on a razor’s edge between her mission and her survival, while Dante’s cold dominance ignites a dangerous, all-consuming passion. As Elena digs for the truth, she finds her sister’s trail leads shockingly close to Dante himself. Her investigation is a minefield of conflicting clues, betraying her badge and her sister’s memory with every moment she spends in his arms. When a black rose appears on her own pillow a direct threat and her FBI handler forces her to betray Dante, her two worlds violently collide. Exposed and hunted by both the mafia and her own agency, Elena and Dante are thrown together as fugitives. In their raw, desperate alliance, they uncover a truth more shattering than either imagined: Sofia’s death was a message in a secret war within the family, and the real killer is the last person Dante ever suspected. To get justice, Elena must help the man she was sent to destroy and wage a brutal war for the soul of his empire.

Selene Duskbane, is the last daughter of a cursed bloodline. Every few generations, a Duskbane woman is claimed by the heir of the Veyrath werewolves, bound by an unbreakable mark. These women always die in childbirth, while the heir loses part of his humanity and succumbs to the beast. The curse has weakened the Veyrath line for centuries. When Selene is marked by Dorian Veyrath, the cold and ruthless heir, she is dragged into his fortress. He doesn’t love her, nor does he even want a mate but he needs her. She is the only one who might survive the curse and break it, restoring his kingdom’s strength. Selene resists him fiercely, even as the bond burns in her blood and betrays her body. But in resisting, she discovers something neither expected, her defiance may be the key to breaking the curse.

Layla is on a college trip to Rome when she bumps into a dominating force. His name is Atreus and Layla is immediately drawn to his dangerous smile and intoxicating gaze. Little does Layla know that Atreus carries a dark secret. He is drawn to her for one reason: her blood and hers alone. His only goal is to free himself from his curse and Layla needs to be his willing sacrifice. Through this story of thirst and desire, Layla is pushed to her limit and challenged on how far she would go to satiate the man that she is falling for.Is she willing to die to break the blood curse?***He brought that beautiful mouth to her lips, but only teased her with a whisper of a kiss. He then ducked his head to the juncture of her neck. She gasped as the sharpness of his teeth grazed her throat. "I finally found you," he whispered in a hungry growl, before capturing her neck in his mouth.The Blood Curse is created by Tiffany Nyx, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it was never been love. It was blood. Even her name has a red on it. Blood that she hates. If she will have the time to turn back things on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love will going to do its way to get way of the love she thrown at. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.

“I, Marcus Steele, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Luna Blackwood, as my mate and Luna.” Luna Blackwood’s wedding day becomes her nightmare when her Alpha publicly rejects her, declaring her too weak to bear his children. As her former best friend steps forward as his chosen replacement, Luna’s world crumbles. But what Marcus doesn’t know could destroy them all. Luna carries the last royal werewolf bloodline, a secret that makes her the most powerful supernatural being alive. Hidden from those who hunted her kind to extinction, she possesses abilities that could reshape their world forever. When mysterious Alpha Kai Nightshade reveals the conspiracy behind her rejection, Luna faces an impossible choice: remain broken and hidden, or embrace her destiny as the prophesied Lycan Queen who will unite all supernatural beings. From public humiliation to ultimate power, Luna’s transformation will prove that being rejected was the best thing that ever happened to her. But first, she has a war to win.

Some families run from their past. The Hawkins siblings hunt it down. Katherine Hawkins never asked to grow up in a world where demons were real and survival meant learning how to fight them. Alongside her brothers—William and Alex—she’s spent years tracking the things that live in the dark. But when an old exorcism tape surfaces and names from a forgotten case start resurfacing—Malcolm Smith, Matthew Conner, Gabriel Spender—their past begins catching up with them fast. Secrets their father kept buried are beginning to unravel. And the deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes: the monsters they’re chasing now are connected to something older, something unfinished… something personal. Now, with danger closing in and trust wearing thin, the Hawkins siblings must head straight into the heart of a mystery that could shatter everything they thought they knew—about their family, their history, and the war they were born into. Because sometimes, the real fight doesn’t start until after the ghosts come back.

Dmitri Volkov is the heir to one of New York’s most ruthless Russian mafia families—cold, controlled, and carrying scars no one is allowed to see. He has spent his life obeying blood oaths and burying every part of himself that doesn’t serve the syndicate. Love, especially love for a man, is a weakness he cannot afford. Ethan Moreau is a twenty-two-year-old French art student on scholarship at NYU—soft-spoken, openly gay, and painfully trusting. He came to New York to chase beauty in a city full of sharp edges, never expecting one of those edges to look back at him with ice-blue eyes. Their worlds collide by chance in Central Park. A fleeting encounter becomes stolen nights, desperate kisses in shadowed alleys, and whispered promises neither of them can keep. For Ethan, Dmitri is intensity and danger wrapped in tenderness he’s never known. For Dmitri, Ethan is the first crack of light in a life built on darkness—and the one thing that could destroy everything he’s been raised to protect. But secrets have weight. Dmitri’s family is closing in, a rival syndicate is circling, and every touch between them pulls the noose tighter. Misunderstandings fester into silence, jealousy into rage, and love into something that hurts to hold. When blood finally stains the canvas of their fragile world, Ethan will have to decide if he can love a man who was born to break hearts—and Dmitri will have to choose between the family that raised him and the only person who ever made him want to be free. In a city that devours the innocent, their story is a slow bleed of devotion, betrayal, and the kind of love that can ruin you completely.