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One wild night turns into two pink lines. Sleeping with the best man at my cousin’s wedding felt right at the time—he was a hot, available firefighter, and I was the tipsy maid of honor. It’s a rite of passage. No regrets… until two pink lines flipped my world upside down. Now I’m wildly unprepared and trying to hide my pregnancy in my small Alaskan town where privacy is a myth and gossip spreads faster than frostbite. But wait, it gets worse. Baby Daddy just came back to town—with a fiancée in tow. And guess who she wants to plan their wedding? Me. Keeping the secret was hard enough.

Falling into bed with my best friend’s brother was an accident. What happened right after… not so much. With abs more defined than the Texas Hill Country and a killer smirk I can’t ignore, the “boy next door” is all grown up and too hot for his own good. My heart races for a man who’s forbidden. My breath catches each time his hand brushes against mine. His heated glances melt me, leading me closer to temptation. One night together has us desperate for more. But we have no desire to give this small town something to talk about—or worse, upset his sister.

I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of landing myself in an eternity of torture. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous suicidal ventures. At least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters. What could go wrong with that? I mean, really, what possible conflict could result in having six possessive, powerful men surrounding me at all times? I had no doubt that in true Louvre fashion, the conflict would show itself at the most inconvenient time.

How long had I spent wanting and pleading to die? Then, at my darkest moment... I'd found a reason for hope. A possibility for something more than what had been a fairly depressing existence thus far. So, the irony of being as close to death's door as I'd ever been was not lost on me. I suppose this was my opportunity to enjoy the closest I'd ever get to death. I was in Hell. Except hell was far different from what I expected. By day, the Art Deco hotel paradise featured a fantastic martini menu and my handsome psychopathic boss. By night, it became a playground for a bloody hunt.

Lily Easton’s series of lackluster boyfriends ended three years ago with the ex from hell—self-absorbed, thoughtless, and seriously bad in bed. After she dumped him, he told everyone in their small town she was the horrible lover. Being made the dating-pool pariah allowed her to focus on her goal of becoming the first female mayor of Black Wolf’s Bluff, but with that accomplished, the arrival of Lily’s fortieth birthday is a stark reminder of everything she’s still lacking: love, commitment, and some seriously intense orgasms.

Meeting Ross Davis, professional baseball coach and my sports crush, is a funny story involving a stalled elevator, the potty dance, and an attempt to get into his hotel suite. In my defense, that last one was an accident. He came to my room instead with a bottle of scotch and a sad soul. My one night was not a stand, but more like a lie-in. As in, we snuggled and talked and not another thing happened. So, nothing surprises me more than seeing him again when he becomes the manager of the Chicago Anchors, my hometown pro-team, and our paths intersect once more.

Ciara’s beginning to think that her wedding to her fated mate, Preston, may never happen after The Raze released a sinister new drug on the Vegas strip. It has the potential to wipe out shifters on a mass scale, and Preston's protective instincts have gone into overdrive. As the new alpha, Preston feels duty-bound to protect Ciara and his pack, and is determined to destroy The Raze’s operations once and for all—even if it means uniting with dangerous adversaries.

Starting over in New York City is Melanie Warren’s chance to prove she doesn’t need her parents’ wealth, high-society status, or her ex-fiancé, Grayson. Determined to stand on her own, she refuses to look back, until her new job brings her face-to-face with the one man she swore never to forgive. Scott Blackwood is no longer the reckless boy with a troubled past. Now, he’s wealthy, powerful, and everything he once dreamed of becoming. But to Melanie, he’s still the man who shattered her seventeen year old heart and never looked back.

Vale Tenebris never intended to honor the pact with the cursed Beast of a king, nor did she expect to fall so hard for the dragon shifters who saved her life. But when the ruthless Guild infiltrates the kingdom, this witch finds herself caught between impending war and the promise she never meant to keep.

I wasn’t planning to propose to Raif Jones, the bad boy from the wrong side of town. The one with the tattooed muscles, naughty blue eyes, and dimpled, James-Dean grin. You see, it all started with a series of bad decisions. First was flirting with a dangerous criminal to rescue a little girl I didn’t even know. Second was throwing a massive, masked gala in my small-town hideout (complete with drag queens) and not expecting to draw attention… Then Raif rode in on a motorcycle and melted my undies (and my heart), saying he wouldn’t let anybody hurt me.

I used her body like an altar. Now she’s here for confession. I left my past behind. Then she walked into my church. Once, I was Bane Blackwolf—heir to a legacy of blood and sin. A monster in the making. Instead, I chose the cloth over the crown, buried my name, and became Father Blackwood. For years, I was in control of my darker nature. Until her. Moira. The woman with a sinner’s mouth and a body made for worship. The woman who doesn’t know it was me behind the mask that night—me who had her on her knees, begging.

When your dad is the head of the most notorious arcane crime family in the country, telling him no isn’t really in the cards. My rebellion has brought a war to our doorstep, and the last thing Savannah needs is my mob boss father in the mix. But if they find out my fiancé is dead? And the Alpha’s second killed him? Well, Theo’s bite won’t be able to save us.

Agent or not, when your dad is the head of the most notorious arcane crime family in the country, no one believes you when you say you didn’t open that gate to Hell on purpose. Now, I’m practically glued under enough null wards to hide a god and stuck with a stupidly sexy shifter of a jailer who hates my guts. When my former employer comes sniffing around, not only does he keep me alive, but we find out that our pasts are far more connected than either of us realize. And the lies we’ve been told could kill us both.

Everything that could have gone wrong did. With the threat of the barren, Freya's unknown location, and the High Priest looming over us, it's hard to rest, and Eryx and I are no longer. Mykill keeps telling me that he'll forgive me, but I know he won't. Our enemies continue pressing into us, trying to break us. And those I once considered allies prove themselves as foe. Will Mykill and I be able to partner enough to defeat them? Or will the crushing weight of our enemies flatten us?

Wallflower bookworm Quinn curates her neighborhood's Mini Donation Libraries, paying special attention to the Ooh-La-La Box filled with romance reads. When a series of steamy donated books wrecks her life for a few days, she's left wondering if the author is local. Before she can get her sleuth on for long, a friend introduces her to Allen, a man with deep pockets who wants Quinn to set up a Mini Library on his street—and can take her wildest fantasies from the page to under his sheets.

I've been captured. Eryx and I have been separated, and our mating bond has been broken. I thought I could remain strong, but the longer I'm held captive, the more inside of me that seems to break. I'm afraid that when he finds me, he won't see me as the girl I once was, because I'm not. My heart is harder, and the need in me for justice has created a craving for bloodshed I never thought possible. The girl I am now is no longer okay with secrets, but that's all he seems to have: more and more secrets. Was our love a result of our mating bond? And now that it's gone, will we feel the same?

When 56-year-old Holly Bennett discovers her husband's affair with her best friend, 35 years of marriage vanish in an instant. Five months later, with divorce papers filed and her twelve-year-old granddaughter in her care, Holly is barely holding it together. But a faded brochure tucked into an old desk drawer offers her something she didn't think she'd find again—a way forward.

I've been dreaming of this moment my entire life. The day I reclaim my birthright, ascend the throne, and claim my crown. Yet the instant I am proclaimed Queen of Floodborn, chaos ensues. My aunt is fueled by revenge, her sights set on me and my kingdom. But with my fated mates by my side, I will stop at nothing to protect those I love and the citizens I have promised a better future. She has no idea what I've been through and I won't let my people down without a fight. Underestimating me will be her biggest regret because a new court is in session…

I promised my mom I’d bring a boyfriend home for the holidays. I did not mean Brody King—Hollywood heartthrob, tabloid trainwreck, and the reason I have a folder of fantasy fan art I’ll take to the grave. He’s also my brother’s best friend and the man who ghosted our small town (and me) twelve years ago. Now we’re sharing one bed, faking a relationship, and pretending he’s changed. The problem? I’m starting to believe it. But Brody doesn’t do forever. And I don’t do heartbreak twice.

Getting hitched to the guy who walked out on me in the middle of a hookup wasn’t on my bingo card, but here we are. Sawyer O’Malley is bad news. He told me so. But when you sneak off with a guy like Sawyer at your best friend’s wedding, bad feels kind of good. Until he ghosts you. I made a point to avoid him after that. But somehow I find myself in the middle of his viral social media screw-up. Do I care if he got himself into a pickle and needs a wife? No. I don’t do second chances. But my credit is shot and I need a place to crash until I get back on my feet.