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Once upon a time, a girl saved my life. I was p*ss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge. She stopped me. I told her to f--k off. Exactly how all great love stories start. A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab. She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in. And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge. Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie. She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.

The Monarchs told me their pretty lies and tricked me with their gorgeous bodies. They took the trust I wasn't willing to give and shattered it into pieces. I made a vow once to teach these bullies a lesson, but instead it's me who has learnt the hard way deceit can't be washed away with merely a stick of gum. It'll take a deep-rooted thirst for vengeance and sweet justice from the Candy Crusher to right the wrongs dealt onto me. But that's not up to me to pursue. If the Monarchs want me, they'll have to catch me, and then I'll make them sorry they ever did.

Love is honorable but selfish. Love is a record of my wrongs. Love had fractured in trials but held on for the truth. And the truth was he'd hurt me, yet I loved him. He'd left me, yet I followed him. But I was done with Leo Baudin. And as soon as the semester was over, I would be done with Paris. But until then, I would learn the rest of his secrets. The ones they whispered about behind his back. The ones that had the entire city watching his every move. The ones that held him hostage.

Haley Meynard is perfectly happy in her world of numbers as the accountant to House Ursa. Like her, they obey set laws and rules. So, when she's yanked from the comfort of her office and told to assist the same person she's just exposed as being a thief, all the rules go out the window. Thrown head-first into a world she never knew existed, Haley can't help but latch on to the numbers as a safety line. They don't lie, and they clearly show that Kincaid is the thief. He's adamant about being innocent, and so she decides to humor him. That is, until the facts start to support his claims.

As a part-time librarian, I cherish the peace of old books, trying to bury a past I'd rather forget. But that peacefulness was shattered one morning with a violent struggle on my porch. I watched in horror as one man ended up dead. Panicked, I fled to the only sanctuary I knew: the newly appointed Captain of the Irish Mafia. I'm just terrified of what he will do when he finds out the truth about who I really am.

Pop rock princess Ellie Walker is an expert at navigating the world of rock and roll. She’s the sunshine girl who befriends even the wildest of rockstars and fans. Except when it comes to Tate Hawkins. The grumpy, annoyingly sexy drummer of Perfectly Broken tilted her world once, but now spends his free time shooting her with dagger eyes. She has no idea why, and she certainly doesn’t care. The kiss was a mistake, and she’s over it. She’ll just keep avoiding him and wooing his best friends and bandmates until he’s red in the face.

With the Monarchs fractured, I need to use my best moves to bring the whole biker gang back home. My best moves being reverse cowgirl, the upside down corkscrew, and the underestimated cupid's arrow. Unfortunately, my appeal doesn't stretch as far as the stray who has latched onto one of my men. A charming, cunning killer to be exact. This house isn't big enough for the two of us. I'm a bitch who knows her way around a bone, so this slutty snake had better watch her back. Did I also mention she's trying to kill me? Unless Angus and I get to her first.

The fourth and final book in the Shayne Davies series! I mean, that pretty much says it all, right? Do I really need to give you a summary of the plot? Shayne will either rescue the love of her life, destroy the East Side demon horde once and for all, and save Detroit, or she won't. Either way, there will be no more cliffhangers. This is the grand finale not just for Shayne and Jay but for Nora Jacobs and the entire Detroit Division of the Federal Underworld Agency.

The second I met Will Evans in his three-piece suit with that hot-as-hell British accent, I wanted him. That is...until he insulted my shoes and stole my corner office. Now I have to work side by side with the surly British arsehole who just set my career back six months. It's fine. That accent won't get to me, no matter how sexy it sounds when he asks permission to do things professionals shouldn't do. On the couch. In the corner office I still wish was mine.

Kasperi and his fellow bear shifters have been dispatched to investigate reports of magic being used in Plymouth Falls. Now, hot on the heels of the rogue mage, he readies his weapon and prepares to rid the world of yet another enemy. But he stays his hand at the sight of the beautiful but beleaguered woman, alone in the forest, moments from freezing to death. She's no threat to him, is she? His fellow shifters disagree, but Kasperi knows they're wrong. This woman needs aid, not the blade of his sword. 

In a world where danger lurks at every turn, I never expected to find love in the arms of a Vinduthi hitman. In the moment I meet Makar, I know he's trouble. A dangerous Vinduthi mafia member who buys my contract on a whim, he seems cold and emotionless. But beneath his hardened exterior, I see a hidden kindness within him. The more time we spend together, the more I feel a magnetic pull towards this alien assassin. Makar's gentleness and protective nature awaken feelings I never expect, challenging the walls I keep up to shield my heart.

I'm a prisoner of the Atori. And her. There's a pull toward this woman. It's powerful. Formidable. Unbreakable. This tiny human has shackled me. Taken me captive. Taken my mind. My desires. My heart. Will she take my honor as well? Or will my need for her shatter the demons plaguing me so I can finally be free?

All Jesse Rogers wants is one night...One night to forget she's a cop. To let her hair down. To finally have some fun. The sexy stranger she meets in Vegas? Yeah, he delivers. Multiple times. With no regrets she walks away, never believing she will see him again until she gets an unexpected surprise. Finding out the father of her child is the irresistible bad-boy billionaire Joshua Hastings, the last thing Jesse wants is to play happy families. 

Love is angry. Love is blind. Love is envious and loathful. And I loathed Leo Baudin. My new art professor. My enemy. I didn't move to Rhode Island for this. I came to forget the Troian Milanovic I'd left behind and start fresh where the damage and betrayal couldn't follow. But Professor Baudin wouldn't let me.  

He says he needs me to help prove his brother's innocence. If this goes wrong, the small life I've carved out for myself on Thodos III will vanish—and take me with it. His heated touches drive me to the edge, sweet words full of promises. But do I dare for anything more?

Sage: He was supposed to be a one-night stand . . . but it turned out to be the best sex of my life. Still, I wasn't looking for anything serious. I snuck out thinking I'd never see him again. Wrong. Imagine my surprise when I run into him a few weeks later at a Christmas party hosted by my best...

When your cheating husband drops dead in your cozy Christmas cat café, the proper response is not to shout, “I didn’t do it!” Showing up at his funeral with a plate of sympathy cupcakes after he’s just been poisoned by your signature Santa’s Surprise confection is…also not the correct response.

In this dangerous dance of manipulation and hidden motives, a connection sparks between us that defies logic. I know deep down that it's all a charade, a means to an end. He seeks his escape, and I crave liberation from my contract. Yet, amidst the tangled threads of our alliance, doubts seep into my mind. Is he using me as a pawn, a mere tool in his grand scheme? Or am I deceiving myself, trapped in a web of my own illusions?

When Thor disappears to get away from the intense pressure of being the heir to the Northlands, his father asks Linea to use her tracking skills and deliver an ultimatum to his heir. Linea knows Thor will be furious and blame her as the messenger. She'll have to face him anyway and prove to herself that she's no longer a young, infatuated girl, but a strong and unapologetic woman who owns the quirkiness he once ridiculed her for. Problem is that the last time she saw the large and angry Nman, Thor threatened to spank her if she came back. He wouldn't, though . . . or would he?

The first time my step-dad raped me, I prayed for God to save me . . . he never came. Instead, my savior came in the form of a Priest. For years we've done God's bidding. Blood coats our hands and souls, devilish deeds done in the Lord's name. But changes are coming and our time is running out. I'm not sure I'm ready. Not sure I can face the man in the mirror when the mask comes off. I'm drowning in the uncertainty of the future. I need someone to save me. I need them.