Quinn Montclair

Noah Hunter kills monsters for a living. Werewolves, mostly. So craving one is a problem he can't afford, and craving Dax Holt, the cocky Alpha who keeps catching him and pinning him down like he enjoys the practice, could get him killed. Or worse. Claimed. Dax's wolf made up its mind the first night Noah came for him. One word, low and sure. Mine. Noah's got a girlfriend. A family who'd disown him. And a body that stopped listening to any of them the second a werewolf got his hands on it. But people are vanishing from their town, taken by something patient and cruel, and the only one who believes Noah is the monster he swore to kill. To stop it, they have to trust each other. Wanting each other was never part of the deal. Alpha/omega heat, knotting, fated mates who fight it tooth and claw. No Mpreg. Filthy, feral, and headed for a happy ending.

Three hundred OnlyFans subscribers pay to watch Cody Brandt in a mask and nothing else, yet nobody has ever touched him. His wolf won't allow it. The only man he'll accept is Mato, the pack's giant, quiet enforcer, who decided three years ago that Cody was too young to know what he wanted. Cody hasn't set foot on pack land since. Then a podcaster starts digging into the months he went missing, and he can't risk shifting. Three weeks later his wolf stops asking permission and runs straight to Mato's back door. Mato has wanted him every single day for three years. Now Cody's sleeping on his couch while a cocky rival Alpha tries to court him. And Cody still has videos to film, in a house so small Mato can hear every sound. This is the second book in the Tsintah pack series. Can be read as a standalone, but don’t miss out on Dax and Noah’s story in “Knotting the Hunter”.

The Queen's assassin has one job: kill the enemy prince. Small problem. She nearly kissed him last week. Shannon Flynn is nineteen, a royal b*st*rd, and the deadliest secret her grandmother owns. She's very good at her job. Then the castle cats start talking to her. All of them. They have opinions about everything, and not one of them can keep a secret. When masked men drown her in the harbor, a huge black panther claws its way out of her skin. In a kingdom that collars shifters and sells them as pets, Shannon just became merchandise. The Queen will hide what she is. For a price of course. Kill Evan Rhys, heir to the enemy kingdom across the sea. Easy. Except Evan is the charming stranger from Kellsport. The one she almost kissed. Sparing him will cost her everything. Her name, her freedom, and quite possibly her mind. Good thing cat-shifters get nine lives. She's going to burn through every one.

There’s a dead boy behind Kron house, and Sol Hallowell’s prints are all over him. The broke warlock knows exactly who to blame. Lazarus Kron is a born vampire, filthy rich, and an ice-cold *ssh*l* to anyone outside his tiny circle. The Krons destroyed Sol’s mother, and now Sol’s sure their golden boy is covering up a murder. He says it to Laz’s face, every chance he gets. Nobody talks to Laz like that. Nobody’s immune to him either. One look and people do what he says, but on Sol it slides right off. Laz has his own reasons for wanting Sol gone. His brother’s slipping away, and every trail Laz follows to save him ends at Sol’s bar. Sol’s magic misfires when he wants someone, and it blows every light in the room whenever Laz gets close enough to bite. Laz noticed. He’s never letting Sol forget it. Enemies to lovers. Vampire x warlock. Rich boy, broke boy. A campus murder, a hunger Laz can’t afford, touch-him-and-die, and one hell of a grovel.