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Haruka is alive, but not quite living. Surviving but not thriving. As an elite purebred vampire in the twenty-first century, he is broken. Content in his subpar existence. He is done with life. But life is not finished with him. When he receives a formal request to oversee an antiquated vampire...

Hockey goalie Robbie Zeiger plans to spend his first weeks of retirement figuring himself out and getting custody of his nephew, Sawyer. He lasts a few days before said kid signs him up to make a fool of himself ice-dancing on national television. Good thing Robbie's never taken himself too...

Somewhere within a distant constellation, in adrenaline-filled romps through space, aliens are coupling with human heroines. This science fiction romance collection contains Taken to Heimo, Taken to Kor, and Taken to Lemora.

Gia I'm a monster, disguised as a princess. Only Lyot has seen pieces of what lurks beneath the circus prodigy, and some shadows are too dark for even my best friend to handle. Gale Shepard, on the other hand, is just my kind of nightmare . . . Lyot I'm in love with a beautiful monster. Just...

Dash made bad decisions in the past, ones that he paid for behind bars. He left his old life behind, but the memories linger. He finds a passion for food and sells his smoked meats and sausages at the Heartcraft Market. Evan loves his job as a sonographer, but sometimes, the weight of his work wears on him. He surrounds himself with flowers and pretty things that remind him of the beauty in life. Done with dating apps, Evan hopes to find someone in real life. When the intriguing tattooed man at the market catches his eye, could this be the "meat" cute the vegetarian was hoping for?

American Indians remain familiar as icons, yet poorly understood as historical agents. In this ambitious book that ranges across Utah, Nevada, New Mexico, Colorado, and eastern California (a region known as the Great Basin), Ned Blackhawk places Native peoples squarely at the center of a dynamic and complex story as he chronicles two centuries of Indian and imperial history that profoundly shaped the American West.

I swear I'm not deliberately avoiding telling my best friend I'm in love with him. Life just has a funny way of getting in the way… for the last fifteen years or so. Now, thirteen years later, I'm back in town after Grandpa Arnie died. He leaves me his inn in his will. On two conditions. One, I get married, and two, I stay in town for at least six months. Buzz loves that inn as much as I do, so he offers himself as tribute. Now that we're married and living together, nothing is going to get in the way of me telling him how I feel.

Denver Bryant's passion for pie has sent him across Wyoming in search of the best slices. Though he dutifully posts reviews on his blog, he's never been able to recreate his brief moment of viral popularity, and his trickling income isn't enough to pay rent next month.

Pretending to be like everyone else is exhausting, but I've mastered it. No one knows what really lurks behind the mask I wear every day. I'm not like others. I don't experience emotions like they do. I have no need for human connection, but when I see Tyshawn, that changes. One look and I know he's mine. It doesn't matter that I've never been with a man before. He makes me want, he makes me burn. When he catches me… working… my second job, he has to decide if he wants to stay with me. I have to convince him that I'm willing to do anything for him… including slaying some of his demons.

He's my first and only crush. He's my new coach. Oh, and he was once my dad's teammate and best friend. I've been in love with Nate Partridge since I can remember. Under my mattress, there has always been a stack of magazine covers with his bare torso and a pearly smile. But that's about the extent of it. I can never have Nate Partridge.

Becoming a single father definitely wasn't in my plans. It's the toughest challenge of my life, especially with my parents gone, but my little girl means the world to me. I'm driving her home to the Rockies for her first Christmas—and because I took a boneheaded shortcut, we're stranded in the middle of nowhere. With a blizzard closing in. Fast. I'm more scared than I've ever been when a gruff, gorgeous cowboy gallops to our rescue. Why does he look so familiar?

He looked fierce now. Had since I'd mentioned occasionally dying. To be… cherished like that. To have someone who cared about my deaths, it… it had been a very long time. Cursed with immortality, the man known as the Black Shuck by some, as Bennet by others, has resigned himself to a lonely, endless existence. Long days are interspersed with death, dying, and the odd assassin job. During one of these jobs, he dies and comes back to life in front of very human and very innocent Amory, who is both fascinating and enchanting.

Twenty winters ago, before the Great Famine, Zel’s parents were caught stealing the fabled sorcerer’s rapunzel, the magical lettuce that grows around the base of his tall tower in the wood. He released them under the condition that when their yet unborn babe reaches adulthood, she will stay with him for one month before becoming his bride. Then Zel was born a boy.

Collin is big, burly, and rides a Harley. He's the last person anyone would expect to have a passion for yarn. He crochets and sells his wares at the Heartcraft Market. Harper is new to town. He wants to plant roots and find someone to share a life with. He has only dated women since that unforgettable night with a biker who took his V-card. Harper compares every man he meets to the one he can't get out of his head. Finding him at the Heartcraft Market seems too good to be true.

When Ollie Kent arrives on the front steps of the Morris mansion, he's six months out of the military and the brand-new single parent of an eight-year-old cancer survivor. Now they're starting over back in Ollie's hometown, where he's lined up a job as a live-in caregiver for old man Morris. So...

Joey Crow and Caleb Hollings first see each other across the rural Oregon country road that separates the farms they live on. Joey, an orphaned Native American boy, has come to live with his grandparents on their farm after the mysterious disappearance of his parents from the local reservation. Caleb is the only son of devoutly Christian parents. The Crow Flies Free follows the two young men in the summer of their 18th birthdays as they begin to recognize their loving friendship has grown into a deeper kind of love.

Since being thrown out by his parents, Caden has been struggling to survive on the streets. He finds an unlocked car and settles in to sleep, but is soon interrupted when someone steals the car. With little choice but to ride along, Caden soon learns that first impressions aren’t always correct. Damario has been raising his little brother and sister by himself since his parents were deported. He finds himself stealing cars to make ends meet, but he never expected to find someone sleeping in the back of one of them. And he really didn’t expect this stowaway to change his life.

As a lieutenant at the Fool's Pass Fire Department and a single father, Easton Kooper's life revolves around his children. When he receives an urgent call from his son's doctor, it upends Easton's world. With no idea of what to do or where to turn, he's never felt more lost. And then in walks the answer he didn't know he needed: a gorgeous fae with an angelic smile, bearing grand promises to turn the Kooper family's life right side up again.

A mission gone sideways. My world turned upside down on a dime. Held prisoner in the dark tunnels below ground, cut off from the world, I was hanging onto life by a thread. Wanting to end my suffering, but afraid to let go.

Yes, I made a mistake, a really big one, but how long should I have to pay for it? I mean, come on, being cursed to stay in my shifted form until my fated mate stumbles upon me? I wish there was another way to pay but when you do the crime, I guess you have to do the time. Until then, I’ll be sitting here, a mustard yellow recliner that’s seen better days, a relic from decades past. My mate is out there, somewhere...I think... I hope. But with each day that passes, it just doesn’t seem likely.