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Hours of second chance romance, best friends-to-lovers, grumpy-sunshine, and dating the coach’s daughter…all in the second, oh-so-bingable, Bad Motherpuckers box set.

Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position and some I didn't know were possible. Life is pretty incredible. Until I wake up in his chateau in France alone. On the bed next to me is a note. There are only four words: "He belongs to me."

One year ago, I buried my husband. One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye. Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all. One year, 365 days - and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will: My dearest Nadia, trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.

Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That's what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I'd get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can't get any worse of a day without someone actually dying. So...I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous...and landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half wasted and heartbroken.

It started with a window that was jammed shut. Pretty simple, right? All I wanted was to open the windows while I tidied the house. I'd been after my no-good husband to do it for months, but he never did. And then he shacked up with his secretary, leaving me with a pile of bills, husband-free for the first time in 10 years, and with a house that was falling apart. The ad popped up on the side of my social media feed - a local contracting agency willing to do pretty much anything. Since I don't really know a screwdriver from a ratchet, I gave them a call.   

When you make an enemy of a man like Vitaly Karahalios, there is nowhere on Earth you can go to escape his wrath. He'll find you. He found me; he found Roth. He found Layla. He found us, and now the unthinkable has happened. Someone I love has been kidnapped.

I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of 10 thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.", and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing...except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters.

Raven Bishop doesn't need the help of a man, no matter how hot he is. So when an alluring stranger walks into her magic supply shop, Gemstones, Raven ignores his advice. He might be a police officer, but she knows she can take care of herself. Sheriff and wolf shifter Zane Cross has one mission: get the Bishop women away from the order of witch hunters. He doesn't have time to deal with his inner wolf howling that they've finally met their mate, especially since the woman in question refuses to follow him to safety. Until she's attacked.

Luke hired me as his publicist so his pro football team owner will see that he's indispensable to the organization. When a defamatory headline hits newsstands, it's up to me to show the world what a Prince Charming he truly is. My solution? A marriage of convenience. It'll get his boss off his back and quiet the slanderous voices. Luke is adamant that this is nothing more than a business transaction, but I still feel the heat from the single night we spent together when we were strangers. Now, I just have to figure out how not to fall in love with my fiancé.

Enter the unsettling imagination of H. P. Lovecraft with The Selected Short Stories of H. P. Lovecraft, a chilling collection that showcases the full range of his cosmic horror and dark fantasy. These tales explore forbidden knowledge, ancient forces, and humanity’s fragile place in an indifferent universe—hallmarks of Lovecraft’s enduring influence on modern horror and speculative fiction.

Marine turned billionaire arms dealer Jackson Hawke has one goal - to have the woman who ruined his life at his mercy. He'll see her on her knees, even if he has to pay for the privilege. Six years ago, Hannah buried her twin sister. Now, with her family in jeopardy, Hannah must sell herself to a wealthy stranger in order to save their home.

Lizzy Thompson met Riverrat69 online through Something Real, a service promising to deliver meaningful relationships by forbidding its users to share names or photos until they've reached a certain benchmark. She was looking for love. He was researching an investment. They hit it off. Talked and flirted, hid behind screen names and cartoon avatars. Now they're breaking the rules and meeting in person.

Ashton Barclay, or as I like to call him, Mr. B. for "Bossy", is fast becoming the bane of my existence. After running into him, literally, he’s now popping up everywhere and somehow managing to weave his way into my life. He’s egotistical, smug, and so ridiculously good-looking it should be illegal - he’s way too hot to handle. I don’t do hot, those type of guys are more trouble than they’re worth.

Four Sizzling Fake Dating Rom Coms! Get the entire Fake Dating in the City series together for the first time.

New York Times best-selling author Lexi Ryan brings you Every Sweet Regret, a sexy stand-alone romance about a single dad and the reformed party girl who’s loved him all her life. For as long as I can remember, Kace Matthews has been my brother’s best friend and my not-so-secret crush. But I knew nothing would ever happen between us. The successful single dad doesn’t fall for the hot mess party girl. Kace plus Stella exists in the doodles in my high school notebooks and in my dreams. Never in real life.

For my 30th birthday, I'm giving myself the one thing I want most: a baby. Sure, this would be easier if I had a husband - or even a boyfriend - but I refuse to be thwarted by minor details. When I drunkenly confess my plans to my friends, they convince me to ask Jake Jackson for help. Jake, the best friend who's been there for me through thick and thin. Jake, who also happens to be smart, funny, ridiculously good looking, and the winner of all the genetic lotteries.

Harker has everything he wants, except a child. He’s finally chosen the mother. Alison is brilliant, kind and hard-working. Her genes will mesh perfectly with his. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s spent the last year fantasizing about taking her to his bed and doing all kinds of deliciously wicked things to her.

I fell in love when I was 16. Landon was my entire world, and I thought he would be my forever. But I was young and dumb, and with one error in judgement, I destroyed any chance of a future we could’ve had together, along with our hearts. Twelve years later and I’m going through the motions of life but not actually living. Which is why I let my friends, Bridget and Simon, set me up on a blind date. Turns out, it’s not so blind after all. Because the man sitting in front of me is the same man who’s held onto my heart all these years.

He’s my brother’s best friend. The hot guy with the heart of gold I’ve never let myself want. Guys like Dean don’t go for girls like me. Curvy. Thick. A big girl. Whatever label you put on me, I know who I am and what it means. And that’s fine. I’m content to be Dean’s buddy and nothing more. Or so I thought.

When I met Ryan, I might’ve been trying to break into his basement. It was for a good cause. I swear. Also, my dog broke in first. Ryan Blake is jaw-dropping handsome, wealthy, and cocky. Not quite my type. By some miracle, he doesn’t call the police on me when he catches me trying to rescue my dog. He even fetches a doctor for me. Don’t ask why. I don’t figure I’ll see him again. Then, I do. Then, he kisses me. Once. Twice. Is three times the charm?