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I've been in love with my best friend, Ander, for as long as I can remember. I've always kept my feelings to myself, knowing that I'd never have a chance because he's straight. Until the day he does me a favor by pretending to be my boyfriend. After that, things change. He's suddenly interested in experimenting with guys—just not with me. It's time for me to move on, and accept that nothing between us will ever change. He only sees me as his best friend. Except, now he's looking at me in a different way.

The night she showed up at my bar with a fake ID, I kicked her out. On her birthday, the following week, she showed up again. Except this time, she was demanding a job and willing to do whatever it took to get it. Against my better judgment, she got her way, but I'm not going to make it easy on her. Neither are the guys at my bar. I have two choices: Pretend she's mine to protect her. Or deal with the consequences when her five older, overprotective brothers find out what their little sister is up to.

Where did I come from? Who were my parents? What made me…me? It became the fire in my veins. My journey led me to Scotland, the Highlands, and for the first time in my life, I had this feeling of…belonging. What should have been a simple hike through the Scottish countryside led me to things far more mysterious than trying to find out who I was.

I might have accomplished the impossible and walked back up those stairs. But I wasn’t naïve. Freedom didn’t await. Only more locked doors and nightmares. My captivity means nothing now. My hope is locked up in despair. Because just like he promised, Mav came for me. No one breaks into the Devil's manor… and lives to tell the tale.

Our story begins the same as any ill-fated romance. Two households, two families, two species that should never be together. These are the recipe for tragic, beautiful love, fated to end in flames. She is my doom. She is my destiny. Unavoidable, impossible to deny, and painful to ignore. They call me Bastard Prince, a half-breed unworthy of a true title. But I still have to follow the rules. Serve the Blackthorne vampire bloodline.

I hate Christmas. I don’t know who thought every female must love shopping, wrapping, baking, and hosting, but I’m missing the memo. On top of that, I manage a top-end department store. Sprinkle in the fact I’ll be turning 40 during this holiday season, and my life is a Christmas cookie recipe gone wrong. And every year I become a little more Scrooge-ish. But the spirit of the most wonderful time of the year (insert sarcasm) seems to have a plan for me and my midlife-crisis attitude.

A girl's gotta eat—and so do her three cats. Recently divorced art history grad student Hanna Harvey has just fibbed her way into a job as the assistant to dangerously drool-worthy art gallery owner Mark Abernathy. For Hanna, working in the field she desperately loves provides the perfect opportunity to begin putting her life back together. Soon her cheese budget is in the black and her feline life partners are no longer eyeing her like a can of Fancy Feast. But when her boss's lady friends start turning up dead, Hanna finds herself in the crosshairs of a murder investigation.

When Aurora Hart moves in with her brother and his two teammates, it’s only supposed to be a temporary fix. Enter Noah Holden. Cocky. Heartbreaker. With enough game to have every girl on campus falling at his feet. When Noah’s best friend asks him to look out for his sister, he doesn’t expect to find her so resistant to his charm. Or find himself so interested in his new housemate.

Before the laughs, loves, and happily ever afters, there was the bet.... The bet was simple. The last of Henry Davenport’s six billionaire friends to marry wins the half-billion dollars and the all-important bragging rights. But who knew losing could be so sweet? Now only three are left.... Three billionaires found the women of their dreams thanks to Henry’s matchmaking. That leaves three remaining in the last single man standing bet, but Henry’s not finished yet. Six billionaires. One bet. Who’ll be the last man standing?

Meet Damien Skolov: ex-cage fighter, current family enforcer, hot-headed royal warlord. Sure, she broke his heart, but he’s over it now. This time, his return is all about the mission—and revenge.

They tried to take Margo from me—but I will stop at nothing to keep her safe. Hounded by a relentless stalker, my overbearing uncle, and a detective who seems to think I’m guilty of a crime, my only solace lies with Margo. I’ve only just found her. Forgiven her. And the threat of that all being taken away eats at me. But as she remembers our shared history, and the blood that lies between us, our present begins to unravel. Some danger cannot be avoided.

Enter Beckham Ellicott: hot, rich, and the worst neighbor ever. His playboy ways with a never-ending line of companions should be an instant turn off for shy Poppy Ashford, but she can’t help but be curious. Ok, mildly interested. Ok, maybe interested but also completely annoyed from her much quieter apartment beneath his lavish penthouse. Until one night he shows up at her door completely naked with nothing but a dishtowel to cover his...well, you know. Can the inexperienced new lawyer survive the flirtatious real estate mogul?

I realized I became this male for a reason. To take down the organization that stole and enslaved what was mine by right and fate. And I knew that because I found her, I found them. They thought they could take her, keep my mate from me. They didn’t know I’d destroy them because of it.

All my life I’ve been a prisoner. Locked away by men who think they hold all the power. First my father. And now him. The devil himself. Reid Harris. Even my husband can’t save me from the most infamous man in Harrow Creek and his loyal best friend. I’m tangled up in their twisted games. One woman. Three dangerous men. They expect me to cower. To beg and plead for mercy. But Reid’s about to discover that not everyone bends to his will.

I’m in love with not just one man but three. Three brutally devoted men determined to make me theirs one way or another. Jace, the gentle boy I fell in love with, is no more. In his place is Rage, my lovers’ brother. He’s angry, jealous and brutal. Can he accept me and my relationship, or will his devotion to me tear us apart? And what happens when he uncovers my truth, and my life is thrown into turmoil?

On the run from the demon hell-bent on possessing her, Selma Lehmann finds herself in the hands of a far more dangerous enemy. Lord Protector Kain is ruthlessly handsome, brutally savage—and exactly the fate she’s feared since the day she learned what kind of creatures hunt her from the shadows. They call her a Breeder, and there’s only one thing a demon lord could want from her…but if she’s ever going to reclaim her freedom, she will have to trust the monster who swears to protect her from his own kind.

When a chance invitation to a magical ball revives Lina’s spirit, but none of her memories, she’s left with more questions than answers. Lucky for her, she was also left with someone determined to help her uncover them. With her Guardian, Nord, at her side Lina begins her search, but neither of them expected that the dangers of her past would resurface and threaten her future. A future she finds herself hoping will include the Viking-like man who makes her heart race.

I was a ruthless monster. A right-hand enforcer to the most powerful sociopathic vampire in the world. The only thing that mattered was satiating my bloodthirst for killing. When it came time to take out the Assembly, a group of demented humans who used creatures of the Otherworld for their own sick entertainment, I was ready to litter the ground with their corpses.

I was ruthless, brutal. A sociopath by all accounts. The leader of the American Vampire Clan, a male who all feared because I was merciless. And then I found my mate. Kayla. So fragile. Breakable. So human. I’d make her mine, and she’d hate me for it. I wanted to give her pain with pleasure, wanted to break her skin and lick up the blood I spilled...take Kayla into me like she’d take me into her.

Never date your (sexy-as-hell) next-door neighbor. File that under great advice - not taken. Especially if he’s hot. And witty. And successful. Did I mention hot? Never mind. The point’s the same. I moved to Wildrose Landing because my life was a structure-fire burning down around me. They say a phoenix rises from the ashes, new. I crossed my fingers and took a leap of faith, hoping that proved true.