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Business and Pleasure shouldn't mix. Yet, that's exactly what I'm contemplating after Seattle's most eligible bachelor strolled into the diner where I work and made me an offer I'm having a hard time refusing. Beckett Anderson has the looks and money to get the attention of any woman, and yet he wants me to be the one at his beck and call. If I accept, I'm to be his assistant in and out of the boardroom. In exchange, I'd finally have a chance to use my college degree and escape the cycle of poverty I've known my entire life.

Booger: He's shipping me off to Vegas in the hopes that it will squash whatever fire is starting to ignite between Camila and I. Fist is a smart bastard, I'll give him that. What he doesn't realize is that I'm not the type to give up easily. He's warned me to stay away, but the heart wants what it wants, and I want Camila. I may be going to Vegas, but she'll be on the back of my bike the whole way whether he likes it or not.

Clutch Hayes has always been a Rebel, but when an old enemy comes gunning for revenge, he'll sacrifice everything to protect the little girl who holds his heart. Including going renegade. Cut off from his brothers, he has no choice but to put his trust into the feisty doctor who saves his life, then kidnaps him.

My oldest enemy is back from the dead. My father. Backed by an army of witches and mercenaries, he's determined to steal my magic and make me his slave again - and to subject my sister to the same fate. To save us, I'll need both my packs. The Northern wolves I loved first, the ones who saved me. The dangerous but alluring men of the Atlantic pack who have won my heart since. Their alphas are childhood friends turned sworn enemies. But I have no time for men's drama. They called me the shifter princess. They'll learn I'm the queen.

Theo Decker might be the lead singer of Riven, but he hates being a rock star. The paparazzi, the endless tours, being recognized everywhere he goes - it all makes him squirm. The only thing he doesn't hate is the music. Feeling an audience's energy as they lose themselves in Riven's music is a rush unlike anything else...until he meets Caleb Blake Whitman. Caleb is rough and damaged, yet his fingers on his guitar are pure poetry. And his hands on Theo? They're all he can think about. But Caleb's no groupie - and one night with him won't be enough.

Fletcher Lane wants to protect people. It was why he became a deputy. A month ago, it was why he killed a vampire who kidnapped one of his friends. Now, that death has started a cascade effect that's tearing his life apart, leaving him possessed by magic that whispers to him in ancient Gothic.  While he's already fighting for control of his own mind, he has to hold it together when strangers come into town looking for the dead vampire. 

I had my life all figured out. Hockey. A revolving door of women. No strings. No worries. Until my sister runs off with a man she's just met and leaves my nine-year-old niece in my living room with nothing but a backpack, a stuffed snake named Leo, and a broken heart. I need help. Elle Hurst was only supposed to be in my life for one night—a curvy distraction with a big heart and a wicked sense of humor. But she's volunteered to watch Chloe while she's in town, and I have no choice but to let her.

Jimmy Strong is one devastating son of a gun. He's gorgeous, stubborn, a dancer, fiercely protective of his loved ones (to a fault), and intense. He can steal your heart with his infectious laughter...and break it with a single glance of his stunning, rich brown eyes. I ought to know. He breaks mine every day. Being his gay best friend and college roomie is, to say the least, frustrating. Especially when you've seen just about every inch of that corn-fed beauty, he's worked his way into every fantasy you can remember having, and he's as straight as they make them.

Thomas "Ratchet" Golding used to be a fearsome and powerful werecat. Until he and his clan of Alley Cats messed with the wrong coven of witches. Now a curse has crippled his animal. He knows if he's ever going to break it, he has to learn to love. Easier said than done. But he's gotten used to finding treasure among the ruins. Whether it be his life, or the trash heap the Alley Cats call home, he can spot the gold among the muck. And he's about to find the greatest treasure of all.

I always dreamed of a perfect wedding. But when my fiancé jets off to the Caribbean, leaving me stranded on a Colorado ranch to plan everything alone, that dream crumbles. Then his father, Gray, steps in to help. But with every moment we spend together, something shifts. Gray makes me feel wanted, desired, and sexy—the way every big boy dreams of feeling. The pull between us is undeniable. But can I cancel my wedding to my fiancé when the one I've fallen for is his father?

Cy isn't the mating kind. Cy Pataki doesn't get attached. He's a damn good agent who enjoys his job protecting Crescent City, but to keep it, he must mate the witch his pack lined up for him twenty years ago.

It all started with "goodbye." He left town before graduation, leaving me with nothing but questions and shattered promises. A year later, he's back. But high school is over. And I've made promises to somebody else . . . Finn may be different now—with new tattoos and new secrets—but his goals are the same. He wants me. Whatever it takes. Problem is, he's not the only one who's changed since the accident.

It all started with an ad . . . "House sitter needed for the summer, room and board provided." Guess I missed the part about the cocky basketball player sleeping down the hall. Finn Richards is hot, cruel, broken beyond repair. Oh, and did I mention hell-bent on making me quit? Whatever. It's not like his charms work on me. I'm immune to his deep hazel eyes, and I'm not even a little bit curious about what happened that night. It's just two months. I can definitely go two months without ripping his head off. Only problem is, I'm not sure the same goes for his clothes.

I had a brief glimpse of what it would be like to have it all. Then in a blink of an eye, it goes up in smoke. Once again, Easton has disappeared without a trace. Because he finally wised up and realized he's too good for me, or was it something more sinister? It was hard enough losing him the first time, but that was before I fell head over heels in love with him. Now how am I supposed to breathe without knowing if he's okay or not? What if I never get the chance to tell him how I feel about him?

I was raised to believe Omegas had value—if not to themselves, then to the highest bidder. Turns out, I was wrong about the bidder part. Thanks to the mess my father left behind, I've spent the last three years working in a velvet cage—dolled up, strapped in corsets, and made to smile for high-rollers and backroom gamblers at The Crimson Roulette, a velvet-gloved prison for girls like me. Until a group of men in tailored suits strolled in with sin in their eyes and luck in their pockets. Didn't flirt. Didn't smirk. Didn't miss. They just played. And won. Their prize? Me.

Travis Brooks, a physical therapist in Chicago, revels in his bachelor lifestyle, thriving on hookups and spontaneous adventures. However, as he watches each of his friends fall in love and build lasting relationships, he begins to wonder if there might be something more fulfilling than just random flings. Parker Reyes, Travis's new colleague, is in a comfortable yet passionless relationship with his high school sweetheart, David. As Parker navigates his relationship, he grapples with guilt over his growing feelings for Travis, especially as David's demanding job creates emotional distance.

After rescuing me from the Andersons, my men are dreaming of a bloody revenge. Me? All I want is to be left alone long enough to work through finals and enjoy my free time with the boys who love me so much. But we can't find peace until the Andersons are gone. I have the knowledge I need to fight back, but the enemy still has an ace in the hole. He's a demon named Ash, extremely powerful, and one of the first people I met when I moved into town.

What do you do when you wake up in a hotel room beside a tattooed man with a face that makes Tom Hardy look like the bottom of a shoe? You fight through your tequila-induced haze, trip over his designer suit crumpled on the floor, and run. After all, you're 1,500 miles from home. It's not like you'll ever see him again. Unless you're me. Six months later, I somehow find myself in the middle of a bet with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tattooed that includes me owing him four dates. A handful of dates with an arrogantly charming man whom I know little about; what could possibly go wrong?

Love sucks! There, I said it. I've never looked for it, nor do I want it. All it seems to do is cause open wounds. I already suffer from the guilt of a horrific accident. I won't let love suck me down the rabbit hole. But Murphy's Law is a diva out to destroy my life. Someone sees me for more than just a one and done, and though I've pushed men away for years, he's refreshing. But remember that diva I told you about? Yeah, love more than sucks, but since I can't use the words I want, I'll just stick to that, because the man I want has a connection with me no one knows about.

Out of money and down on his luck in a city that promised him a run of both, Tony turns to the one asset he knows he can sell: his honed, toned, dangerous alpha body, which looks surprisingly good covered in glitter. Well, not sell, exactly—that's a line Tony won't cross. Display? Gyrate? Flex? Whatever. It pays his bills, and that's all that matters. But one payment comes due sooner than expected, and when a slim, unearthly fae customer who can't seem to take his gleaming eyes off of Tony's . . . assets . . . presents him with the timely opportunity to make a little extra?