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FURY IN DEATH
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Some promises cost you the one you love.

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The Temple of Kronos wants her dead. The Stoneslayer wants her destroyed. Neither will have her.

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A poisoned cousin, a five-year-old's life, and a family with too many secrets.

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Betrayal runs in her blood. Justice runs in his. Together, they burn it all down.

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"ANOTHER WINNER!"
From New York Times
Bestselling Cleo Coyle

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Running from her past, she finds a killer, a protector, and her faith.


Snowbound secrets, shifter wars, family lies, and epic battles — September delivers it all.


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Bonnie Vanak | The Healing Power of Romance

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My December Nocturne, The Empath, is dedicated to my dog, Tia. Someone I know thought that was strange. I didn’t. Tia wasn’t just a pet, but a loyal friend.

One year ago, Tia died from liver cancer. When my husband and I got the
diagnosis, our hearts broke. Our wonderful, lively pet who barked with joy when
we came home, used to howl when my husband howled with her, jumped in my lap
when I wrote and rested her head on the laptop (ever try to write with a 24-
pound Shih Tzu hogging the keyboard?) was dying. Typical of Tia, as I sat there
crying, she pushed her nose into my face and tried to cheer me up.

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