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When I was young, I dreamed of being a ballerina. Then my dance career ended up on an entirely different stage, the kind that comes with a pole. After an injury puts me out of work, I'm forced to regroup: new job, new degree… and new boyfriend. Blake Forsyth, the Boston Monsters' new first baseman who just signed a monster contract. Blake's everything I've been dreaming of—which is why baseball's golden boy with an untarnished image can never know about my past.

When his agent drops him and rumors of a trade swirl through the league faster than a puck on a breakaway, I find myself in the dreaded role of Banks’s new agent. There’s no doubt I can save his career from crashing into the boards, but only if we don’t strangle each other first. All I need to do is whip this man-baby into shape and negotiate an epic contract that will establish me once and for all as the top hockey agent in the league.

I’m a hot-headed pro hockey player with a reputation for two things: reckless fights on the ice and a taste for older women off of it. But this time I might just be in over my head with an older single mom.

In retrospect, putting up a flyer advertising that I was planning to lose my v-card on camera—and was looking for a partner—wasn't the best idea I've ever had. I'm type A, the person who does all the work on the group project. I've never even thought about doing something like this, but I don't have a choice: I need fast cash so my sister can have the future she deserves.

Santa had it right with his naughty and nice lists. Me? I was firmly Team Nice. Need help throwing together a holiday wedding in four days, big brother? No problem. Need me to share my bed with your super-hot best friend? If I must. Want to be sure I won't accidentally fall in love with said super hot best friend—Brooks Claus? Can't promise that. He may have moved away from our small town years ago, but there's something about being near him again that brings back memories of that innocent crush I never quite got over.

This is a kisses only, sweet romance. The past comes rushing back at the sound of his voice my brother's best friend and my new next door neighbor. Lane Kincaid was my secret crush for as long as I can remember. He's also the one I had every intention of avoiding when I came home. But fate had different plans, I got into a car accident, And he's the first person to come to my rescue. As my gaze collides with his all thoughts flee. My icy indifference begins to thaw. He's even more handsome than I remember.

You'd think defeating a soul-eating wraith would earn me a break, right? Yeah. No. Turns out, dying once wasn't enough. Neither was saving the afterlife. I thought destroying the wraith would finally complete Death's little assignment. But apparently, Death forgot to mention a teeny-tiny detail: there's more than one wraith. And they're all ticking time bombs waiting to go off. Oh, and remember my missing raven? Not so missing after all. He's walking around in a human form now, wielding my powers better than I ever could. Everything's falling apart. Again.

She's my best friend's older sister. No matter what . . . I have to keep my hands off Angelina . . . Because she's a Hawke.

Although she battles loneliness, Rychell is determined to grow her spice business and raise her adopted pixie son in peace. Love is off the table—her tumultuous childhood taught her that marriage isn't for her. So when the town herald announces that a prominent trader is seeking a wife who can treat marriage like a business deal, Rychell knows this is the opportunity she's been waiting for.

No woman wants a pity proposal. Just because I’m turning forty, dealing with perimenopause, and recently dumped another loser doesn’t mean I need rescuing—especially not by my best friend. But when Dallas Gamble blurts out that we’re engaged in a very public attempt at protecting me, there’s not much I can do but play along. Bless his dumb, beautiful heart. The man has always been impulsive. Protective. Flirty. And able to fill out a pair of Levi’s like nobody’s business. In no time at all, he slides a ring on my finger, moves me into his house, and swears it’s no big deal.

Waking up naked on the roadside with a body that doesn't feel like mine? Not exactly the miracle I asked for. Turns out, Death gave me a second chance—minus the instructions. I'm no longer just a Grim Reaper. I'm something else. Something unstable. My scythe is gone. My raven's missing. And I'm flickering between realities like a faulty lightbulb.

Demons don't know how to love. Since I don't mix summoning and relationships, that's fine by me. But neither of those facts keeps us from sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night. And day. And pretty much any time not spent tracking down Em's killer. It was supposed to be a bluff. Going to them after they took everything—my apartment, my job. It was a power move. But now I'm here, living with three dangerous, powerful demons who can't decide if they want to bone me or bury me.

A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.

I accidentally walked into the men's room and caught icy-hot goalie Evan Daniels with his pants down. Let's just say the view was unforgettable… I've never been so embarrassed—and turned on—at the same time. Grumpy, bossy, and emotionally unavailable, he's everything I shouldn't want, yet I've been hopelessly crushing on him for months. But when those icy blue eyes lock on mine, all bets are off. And watching him coach his little girl on the ice? Game over for my heart. But just when I think I'm breaking through his frosty exterior, he shuts me out like a puck on a penalty kill.

Blackwood is under siege and it's all my fault. My conscience won't let me rest until I've made sure the outcasts living here are safe. No harm will come to them because of my actions. And, since the Lords are out of commission—also my fault—they can't stop me. But it also means they can't bail me out. I have to figure this out on my own, or I'll never find closure on Em's murder. So I'll step through that portal. I'll face my fears and desires alike because Blackwood is in danger. And no one messes with my city.