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The music industry called me a savant at age sixteen when I uploaded my first video and gained instant fame. And then Drew Amherst of Adrenaline became my mentor, and my career took off. Everything was great. Until tragedy struck, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to perform again. I fought back, but all it took was a falling light to bring it all back to the fore. So, I walked away. Because I knew it wasn’t just stage fright. It was so much more.

Los dioses no están muertos; tan solo están dormidos, encerrados en cuerpos mortales, desperdigados por el mundo y esperando a que la chispa adecuada los despierte. Y mi padre es el más despiadado de todos. Me crio para obedecer. Para sangrar. Para ser su espada cuando llegue el momento. Y ahora me ha enviado a la Universidad de Endir, un lugar lleno de linajes antiguos y secretos letales, para recuperar el Mjölnir, el martillo de las leyendas. Si fracaso, todas las personas que quiero morirán.

He was my best friend...until he became my enemy, all within the span of one night. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. The rapid fire of gunshots became the soundtrack to my life. This is the Mafia. Lines are blurred. Choices are never black and white. And the life you thought you knew is one giant lie. He was dead. I didn't want his life to be in vain, so I tried to make something of myself. Tried and failed. Now he's back. Alive. And he wants me. Nobody ever said the Mafia played fair.

I had his posters on my wall when I was 16, and when I accidentally got pregnant in high school, his was the face I dreamt of when I closed my eyes at night. Now, more than 20 years later, that dream has turned into reality. Not only is Drew Amhurst in my tiny town of Seaside, alive and in the flesh, but he's mentoring my rock-star son. Drew says he's mine for a week, and he made me three promises: no strings attached, no falling in love, and only seven days.

Charlie never expected the fine print to include stolen kisses, snowbound nights, and a Clause that could melt the North Pole. This Christmas, get ready to feel naughty and nice... Disclaimer: This agreement requires Charlie Lyn Horseman to deliver in-person services for one holly-jolly night. The specifics shall be determined by Charlie and Stetson, fueled by mistletoe, mischief, and mutual pleasure.

I will do anything for my family, and as the heir to the Campisi Mafia throne, I fall on my sword and do what's expected of me—it wasn't an accident that I was given the name King. I marry the girl I love—who's already in love with someone else, and because I'm a masochist, I make him her personal bodyguard. After all, who better to protect the woman I love than the man she loves? I have seven days after our wedding to own her—body and soul. Seven days to show her everything I feel.

Die schöne Austin ist außer sich: Thatch, der Mann, den sie liebt, hat eine andere Frau geküsst und dann ohne eine weitere Erklärung mit ihr Schluss gemacht. Nach Tränen, viel zu vielen Süßigkeiten und einem Serien-Marathon will Austin vor allem eins: Rache! Mit beträchtlicher krimineller Energie und viel Fantasie macht sie fortan Thatch das Leben zur Hölle. Und Thatch? Der attraktive Schönheitschirurg weiß, dass er ihre Liebe zerstört hat. Um Austin zu schützen, hat er die Notbremse gezogen, aber das darf sie niemals erfahren. Tatsache ist: Er ist nicht über sie hinweg.

Lucas hat eine Riesendummheit gemacht. Einmal. Seitdem ist sein Ruf ruiniert und er lebt ein Leben als Playboy. Seine Regeln sind ganz einfach: Jeden Tag der Woche hat er eine andere im Bett, er macht keine Versprechungen und keine Ausnahmen. Doch dann taucht Avery wieder in seinem Leben auf. Oder besser gesagt: in seiner Firma. Eine Situation mit einem gewissen... Potenzial: Denn so sexy und frech wie Avery ist, passt sie bestens in Lucas' Beuteschema. Avery wiederum findet Lucas zwar ziemlich heiß, kann es ihm aber nicht verzeihen, dass er einst ihre Schwester betrogen hat.

What's harder than having to babysit a bunch of musicians in the small town of Seaside, Oregon? Adding your ex to the mix. She hates me. I freaking loathe her. I was stupid enough to say yes. Stupid enough to take one last chance on helping rebuild her acting career. I'm a sucker for a challenge. But I didn't expect to care....

My name is shouted on rooftops. It's written on bras, on the inside of bathroom stalls - hell, my name is everywhere. To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your damn house. My name is Zane Saint Andrews. I'm sex. I'm a rock god. I'm also a virgin. What they don't know won't kill them, right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain by listening to my song and knowing without a doubt that I'm talking about them and only them.