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A woman from the present day will do anything to escape the ordeal of medieval Scotland. But will she betray the man she loves? Lily Stover can no longer cope. Nothing in her previous life as a chef could have prepared her for her grim new reality. Starvation, beatings, and daily terror are her routines. The only flicker of hope is the memory of the massive warrior who once fought to free her. She can still see his golden eyes glaring into hers. War Master Cadeyrn can no longer sleep. His dreams are haunted by the lovely lass whose face silently pleads to him for help.

A deer. A car crash. A damaged finger and dented pride. Not how I thought my evening would go. When a handsome man with a smooth American accent comes to my rescue, I decide that the day might not be all bad. The problem is that it's not just my finger that's damaged; it's my heart as well, keeping me tied to a past that's long gone. However, I have a plan: Therapy; Complete the bucket list my sisters wrote for me; Bed my American savior, who just happens to be none other than pro-golfer Hunter King; Eat cupcakes. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

I'm struggling with my dark side - the demon within me - and only Samael can help. He’s decided we're dangerous for each other, but I know we need to join forces. If we can't defeat the Free Men together, I will lose myself to the demon within, and a darkness will spread across Albia.

Ruadri Skaraven lives two lives. In one, he serves as the healer of his clan, trusted like no other with their well-being. But in the other, he serves the enigmatic druids because, secretly, he is also druid-kind. Though he’s lived with the shame for years, it is only when another healer sees into his heart that his two lives collide.

Seven years ago, my soulmate got married—to someone else. Fraser Farmer broke me, made me incapable of loving again. Seven years later, he's back, whispering, "I love you." He's gorgeous, magnetic, successful, and an athlete at the peak of his game. But behind his picture-perfect life and family lies a precarious path of deceit and anguish and a vicious sports agent on the warpath to destroy him. He's a prisoner in his own life, held captive. He still belongs to someone else. Can I help set him free? Can he be the one to uncage and heal my dying heart?

After finishing his studies to become a doctor, Graham followed the woman he loved to Oliphant Castle and discovered—among other things—that he was not the fatherless, family-less bastard he'd always assumed. Well, he was still a bastard, but now he was an Oliphant bastard; he had father who loved him, and six brothers who cared as fiercely as they fought. He'd found a home. And he might've been happy, had Davina MacKinnon been allowed to share it with him. But her grandfather has never seen him as good enough for her.

Malcolm Oliphant is, beyond a doubt, the brains of the family. Since his father, the laird, announced whichever brother could marry and produce a son first would become the heir, Malcolm's brothers have been running around, falling in love willy-nilly, without using their brains at all. But not Malcolm, oh no. He plans to do this intelligently.

Natalie Barsotti is on a mission. She wants to prove the existence of shifters in a small community. Getting a job as a nurse in Winterland, Alaska, is only the first part of her plan. If only a certain mayor wasn’t so irresistible and so damn grumpy, it would make her operation so much easier.

Some think that every romance author leads a hearts-and-rainbows existence. But in my case, they’re wrong. Sure, I’ve had my share of relationships...and heartbreak. But who needs the hassle? I prefer to leave love and emotions for my books, because that way I won’t get hurt. And my beliefs provide a stress-free and fun personal life.

Alistair Oliphant has devoted his entire life to his clan's well-being. As one of the laird's bastard sons, he's determined to prove his worth by managing the Oliphants' correspondence, alliances, land stewardship, trading schedules, and about a million other—boring—aspects of keeping a busy Highland clan going. When his father declares whichever of his sons marries and produces a son first will become the next laird, Alistair figures his destiny has finally arrived. The only problem is...he just doesn't have the time to find a wife.

Kiergan Oliphant considers himself the only sane one in his family; what other explanation could there be for why all five of his brothers have fallen in love and gotten married, just because their father made a stupid ultimatum? Sure, the laird declared whichever son married and produced a son first would become his heir, but is that really any reason for a man to give up his freedom? Because if there's one thing Kiergan likes, it's his freedom. And women. And those little berry tart things the cook makes. And the freedom to do things with women. Aye, four things he likes.

Do you know that feeling when life is moving along without incident, but in your gut you sense something is coming? Yeah...me too. That something turned out to be property I inherited from my estranged father. One small problem: My father lived in New York City, while I live in California. Oh, another thing...my dad thought it’d be a good idea to split the building he owned in SoHo between me and his tenant, the undeniably maddening Brad Navarro.