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Lincoln was my once in a lifetime, my destiny. I was his happily ever after, his kismet. I met him when I was eight, and he saved me from the bullies on the school playground. The next day, he called me his girl. When we were 13, we began to look at each other differently. At 14, we shared our first kiss. We were 16 the first time we made love and promised we’d always be together. The night before we graduated high school, he asked me to marry him, and the day before we left for college, I became his wife.

New to Providence, RI, Naima Adewunmi had every intention of fulfilling everything she left her New York borough for, finishing up her bachelor's degree and finding a job while doing it. She wasn't supposed to fall for Timothy Ferreiro, a smooth, slick talking, sexy specimen of a man, messy bedhead hair included, who also happens to be her new boss. From first wink, she was under his spell, which wouldn't be a problem if there weren't one underlying issue: Tim's got a long-distance girlfriend.

Having lost her parents at a young age, raised by her beloved uncle, Michele King is now a successful business owner, providing meals for people by day and getting lost in books each night. A somewhat lonely life, which she attempts to remedy by dating a man she met online. It only takes a few dates before she sees red flags. Breaking things off with a man she barely knows should be easy. But he’s not taking no for an answer.

A scorching one-night stand with a stranger was supposed to be my night of adventure to enjoy and move on. I didn't expect that a few weeks later my friend would introduce said stranger as the man walking her down the aisle because he's her godfather and uncle. And I certainly didn't expect him to be a famous football coach who insists I escape with him to his small town lake house for a rendezvous. He may be old enough to be my dad, but the man's charisma is a winning touchdown straight to my lust-filled mind that agrees.

How do you kill someone who cannot die? The wrath of Poseidon is falling upon land and sea. In Mera's search for a way to destroy him, she returns to the kingdom she once abandoned. Atlantea. Meanwhile, Bast tackles the frail political balance in Tagrad, and tries to regroup with his soulmate. He will do anything to see Mera again, and she will do anything to protect him. Even if the price might be her own life. The stakes have never been higher, and the fall has never been steeper. Poseidon is here. And it's time to end it all.

My mother's New Year's resolution for me was simple: make a serious effort at putting myself out there and dating again and do it for one full year. Or, until I fell in love. Whichever came first. How hard could one year of swipes and matches and awkward first dates be? In a word: bad. In nine words: bad and also hilarious, demoralizing, exhausting, and ridiculously amusing.

Everything about Dylan melts me. He's more than that ripped chest, those strong arms. The best thing about him is his daughter, the daughter that I babysit. He shares Maisie with his ex-wife. But I see the concern in his eyes. He wants his daughter to be loved, to be safe, and he needs my help. A fake marriage with me would win him the custody battle. The only hiccup? I let him take my V-card and get me pregnant. I shouldn't have kept it a secret.

Brayden and I have everything going against us. There was a time when we were madly in love. Our laughter still echoes in my ears. They say marriage is built on trust. They said love is the foundation. I wonder if we have either of those now. And what's worse? I've been diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. Divorce or death. I have no clue what comes first. But they both feel the same. Brayden still has my heart. And I have a feeling that he wants to keep it.

Vampire PI Evan Fournier has dealt with his fair share of danger and heartache, but nothing prepares him for the pain of a broken bond with his mate—especially when his mate is the one who severed it. Bond or no, he still loves Colin—fiercely. Trust, however, is harder to come by. And when a demon starts terrorizing paranormals in Toronto, trust in one another is exactly what they'll need. Former firefighter turned crime-fighting phoenix Colin Zhang knows who Evan was—is—to him, but he doesn't know if he can give him what he wants. He just needs time to figure things out.

After a prank goes wrong, I’m sentenced to six weeks community service under none other than the sexy, rule-abiding, smart-mouthed city clerk of Sweet Water—Annabelle Clarke. Lucky for me it’s off season. Unlucky for me? I want Annabelle like I want my next breath. She’s smart, luscious, and wound-tighter than a Scottish drum. Och, I’d love to be the one to help loosen her strings. She’s made it clear that while I’m under her employment, she won’t be under me. The white-hot chemistry we can’t deny must be ignored at all costs.

But then one day, I was invited out by Willow—the younger tattoo artist who works for me—and the chemistry between us was undeniable. That night, after we parted ways, I found her sleeping on the streets, so I insisted she come home with me. The more time I spend with her, getting to know her, the more I fall for her The only problem is that Willow has been through hell and back, losing everyone close to her, and the only chance I have at making her mine is to prove that I’m in this forever.

Senior year, two hockey championships under his skates, and parents who didn’t freak out when he swung the proverbial closet door open and stepped out... Damon Grant’s life couldn’t get any better. At least that’s what he thought. When Jonah Kingston showed up at the barn as the new hockey coach, Damon couldn’t believe his luck.

Competing as a professional rodeo cowboy was everything he wanted. All that mattered. An opportunity he wouldn’t pass by. But it meant leaving his high-school sweetheart behind. Mae Wells was sweet, and innocent, and quiet. Not the kind of girl you dragged away from her family and home to follow you around the country. At eighteen it didn’t seem like a huge sacrifice. But at almost thirty, Boone’s lived enough and lost enough to realize he threw away something precious. Something he’s been chasing ever since.

Bouncing between friends’ apartments and the shelter was hard enough. But now, women are being abducted right off the streets by Awakened. That’s why I decided to get out of New York and head for the forest upstate–I can be alone there–alone and safe.

I was the big man on campus. Everything in my life was going exactly according to plan until a wrecking ball reminded me that there were more important things than touchdowns, booze, and pretty girls. In the most turbulent time of my life, I felt lost and defeated until the moment my eyes landed on her. Sophia Summers is everything I never knew I wanted. A sweet shot of sunshine in the unrelenting hurricane. There's just one little problem. She doesn't trust in love, and she definitely doesn't trust me.

My name is Gwen, and I’m a succubus with a control problem. Except, I didn’t create this mess. And the only one who believes me is the ruling monarch who has spent the last two decades helping me master my sinful nature. Lord Zebulon. The dangerously sexy demonic king of North America.

Here, it's different from my crazy, loud, glitzy life. It's quiet and peaceful. No one seems impressed with my celebrity. No one is less impressed than the sexy, aloof member of the cleaning crew. He couldn't care less who I am or why I'm here. He's convinced I'm one of the fortunate ones—and I suppose I am. I've had it all—big houses, the best care, money, fame, and shallow adoration... but I've never been loved. I've never known if people like me for who I am underneath it all or just for my money and fame. And to me... that seems awfully unfortunate.

Scoring on the ice? Piece of cake. Scoring off it? Well, there’s a reason I’m still a virgin. I’m not entirely clueless about women, though I do tend to put my foot in my mouth around them far too often. Like I did with Scout, the donut maker I stupidly introduced myself to despite visiting her truck for years. Maybe my teammates have a reason to call me the dumb one, but I’m determined to prove them all wrong—Scout included.

I screwed up. Big time. I hurt someone, and I hate myself for it. I'm barely eighteen and already completely exhausted. Tired of being haunted by secrets and guilt. My biggest regret, though, is keeping it all from Adam—my best friend, teammate, protector. My everything since I can remember.

Have you ever met someone who makes your blood boil simply by existing? Or turn your notorious, ice-cool demeanor volcanic in a nanosecond? Perhaps smother your usual air of indifference with a lightning-charged thundercloud, threatening to strike at any moment? Because that's what she does.