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I hide behind humor . . . Because that's what you do to deflect the traumas of your past—to make people believe you're something you're not. Completely fine. When in fact, you're broken—a shell of the man you want to be. Despite my past, I made something of myself. As the COO of my best friend's company, I aim to be the best at everything—business, life, in the bedroom. I earned myself an ego in all areas. Then she walked in. Paisley Drake—the temptation I can't resist. Spirited. Artistic. Seductive. I have to have a taste. But there's just one problem—one night with her would never be enough.

After being relentlessly criticized by her evil boss, Harmony runs into what she thinks is the ladies room…and finds herself in Hidden Hollow instead. Can a handsome, growly Orc and the residents of the quirky magical town convince her to stay? Or will she be sucked back into the horrible Human Realm for good?

When the aliens who kidnapped me dropped my bubble into the ocean of an alien moon, I really thought I was a goner. I thanked my lucky stars when Kitaico, a bizarrely hot tentacled alien rescued me from what would have surely been a watery grave. There's one big problem though, I accidentally took his mating sting. So, through no fault of his own, we both have to deal with my forced heats thanks to his venom. Can I fight my chemical induced attraction enough to work out if I want to spend forever with Kitaico?

Naga-alien King Gravon expected a solitary journey through the cosmos, not a stowaway that rocked him to his core. Yet he's faced with Azha—a human slave who used his ship to flee her masters. Now he is more than happy to offer her passage and bring her home with him . . . forever. King Gravon knows a secret Azha doesn't. She's his mate, and he's not willing to let her go. Even if she is human and he's an alien.

I've lived most of my life as a recluse because leaving my house means being bombarded with visions of the possible futures that exist with every step I take. If that person crosses the road here, they live, but if they go to the traffic lights at the corner, they'll get hit by someone running the red.

Cage’s world shifted when Katalina arrived, but not in the way he’d expected. The pain is tearing him apart, and with each day, he loses a piece of himself. Unable to watch Katalina love someone else, Cage sees no other option but to leave the pack. Will he find the answers he seeks? Or has he taken the wrong path, altering the fate of not just himself but the pack he’d once called home?

Colel, the Goddess of Bees, has been looking for Mr. Right for over 70,000 years. So when she meets the hunky owner of a small-town flower shop and explodes with flutters and tingles, she’s almost certain that he’s the one. Only two problems: her tiny black-and-yellow army suddenly won’t let her anywhere near him, and…is that a freaking epinephrine pen in the fridge? “Dear gods! He’s allergic to bees? Say it isn’t so".

I lost my high-powered legal career and my boss-slash-boyfriend to one of my clients. It's hard not to hold a grudge against both of them, particularly since she's a social media influencer who's flooding the internet with their supposed happiness. Meanwhile, I've moved back in with my eccentric mother. At a low moment, I end up telling my hot, single brother-in-law all about my troubles over a bottle of whiskey. To my surprise, he tells me the only way to get over such a slight is to get even. And he wants to help.

Stowing away on an alien pirate ship wasn't on my bucket list . . . but then again, neither was heartbreak. KAMARI My alien crush just found his fated mate—and surprise, it's not me. Add a broken heart to being ripped from my cozy Seattle bookstore and dumped on a weird planet with zero novels...

An urban fantasy in three parts featuring very unique triplets, this collection includes Warden and the Assassin, Professor and the Seer, and Gentleman and the Witch.

After my fiancée left me for my college friend, the last thing I want is romance. But if I don't get married by New Year's Eve, I'll lose my trust fund. That's why I've hired the Love Fixers, a business that assists the romantically challenged, to help me find a woman who'll agree to a sham marriage. Too bad their most promising candidate sucks on my finger within one minute of meeting me. I'm happy when I run into Rosie, the wild friend-of-a-friend who has decided it's her duty to help me. 

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment. When I escaped by crashing my alien captor's bus, Gra'eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I'm his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way. 

Laverna, the goddess of thieves, has always ruled Rome's underground with her army of outcasts. When her people are found dead, killed by a monstrous beast, she turns to the biggest beast she knows for answers—Romulus, the king of Rome himself. Rom has lived his entire life cursed. If being tied to the great city he founded and forced to shift into a wolf every full moon wasn't bad enough, his inner wolf is also obsessed with Laverna—the one woman who will never have him.

My ex-fiancé was a gaslighting cheater, so I broke up with him and moved to a small mountain town for a fresh start. Now I'm working as an assistant to a professional rich woman while I launch my side business offering services for women who have been trampled on in bad breakups. I love my new life, but everything changes when a smooth-talking charmer tries to steal my boss's very expensive necklace.

Rules. Some people say they are meant to be broken, but not these ones. These are designed to protect me, to make sure I never feel the pain I did almost ten years ago. The dull but present pain I still feel every time my past taunts me. From the loyalties that have remained broken, I built my walls high and tall, creating these rules to make sure all hearts, most of all mine, will stay guarded. That was the plan at least, until she came along.

She was the one who got away. Now she’s back—with his daughter. And if he can't convince her to choose herself, he might lose them both forever. Five years ago, Daniel lived for adrenaline and rebellion—skiing by day, partying by night, and dodging his wealthy family’s expectations. But nothing shook him like Penelope, the shy, funny woman who stole his heart during one unforgettable day on the slopes. One night in his arms, and she vanished without a trace. Now, Daniel’s the CFO of an elite members-only club in DC. He gave up the wild life—but not the memory of the girl he couldn’t forget.

Making it as a fashion designer in New York City feels a lot like trying to fly to the moon with homemade wings. My Instagram is slowly gaining traction, but the grind is exhausting. So when my best friend asks me to be the maid of honor at her shotgun wedding in Malibu, I'm tempted to head back to L.A. for good. Especially since my unrequited crush is also on the guest list.

Bellona, the Roman goddess of war, lives in secrecy among mortals, concealing her divine identity while offering her services as a skilled protector and mercenary. It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it, and she was totally fine with it until one day, when a mortal man kissed her, she experienced peace for the first time. And she's been pouting about it ever since.

I had one job in Silver Spoon Falls: make the hockey team, the Falcons, look good. My plan went off the rails when fists started flying at a local bar, and a Barney Fife lookalike took me to jail. Now, I'm stuck in my hotel room while my curvy lawyer tries to fix the problem. Except I need her to fix the other problem she created . . . the one that keeps popping up whenever she's around. She doesn't know it yet, but my job just changed. Now, my only goal is to win her heart.

No one dominates me. Not the supermodels I’ve slept with, not the rich women whose necks I’ve dressed in diamonds. So, imagine my surprise when I get a drunken e-mail from an employee I’ve never met, containing not one, but dozens of erotic stories, all starring yours truly. And in every one of them, I’m a submissive. I should let it go, but I can’t. This woman needs to learn that John King gets spanked by no one.