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My name is Freya Wilson. I am not your typical girl next door. I'm far from it. As my mother likes to point out since I graduated high school, I should be planning my life instead of wallowing around the house in my pajamas all day. Girls my age are either preparing for college or taking advantage of the warm summer days that California provides in spades. She doesn't understand why I prefer to be stuck in my room, watching the world pass by. But there is a reason to my melancholy that she will never know. I'm in mourning. I morn a love I can never have. 

My parents warned me to never date a coworker, but did I listen? Oh, no. I thought Jackson Montgomery and I had a forever kind of thing going. We even have the cutest couple's name, PB & J, short for Presley Benson and Jackson. I guess he didn't think it was all that cute because he just broke up with me. To make matters worse, he's the newly appointed vice principal for the school where I teach drama, which makes him my boss. That probably means he won't want to make out in the prop room anymore.

Bookworm Addison James has vowed to crush it in her second year in college. Avoiding guys who'll break her heart is at the top of her to-do list. But when a smoking hot jerk makes her Monday night shift part of his weekly routine, she wonders if her resolution will even last until midterms....

English Prep stands tall with its ivy-covered exterior and old, wrought-iron doors. The stone gargoyles sit at the school's entrance, knowing just as much as anyone: I don't belong. Once upon a time, I did. I belonged in the "it" crowd with all the other well-endowed kids, but now, I am no longer welcome.

I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather-wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to. Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go.

I proved that fairy tales aren't as far-fetched as everyone seems to think. I found my Prince Charming, and I married him. Jake is gorgeous. A hot doctor who just happens to also be a billionaire. Our chemistry is nothing short of combustible. And I'm happier than I've ever been. Except for one thing. Lately, Jake's been so busy with work that we're apart more than we're together. It's happening so often that I'm starting to feel like a married single mom. So, I'll need to figure out some way to spice up our marriage over the holidays. Something that'll get his full attention.

I've always dreamed of a fairytale romance, but the first time around, I kiss a troll, running straight into Grizz. He's the first man I feel free with, but we don't get to ride off into the sunset. Betrayed by the man I was supposed to marry, mourning a child I'll never hold, and marked by a brutal escape—I carry the scars of a life shattered beyond recognition. I beg Grizz to release me, but he refuses to let go, making me reconsider my picture of love. Maybe my prince charming does wear leather.

While bonding was certainly eventful for me, it's been anything but the precious occasion pedaled by the Unified Council. But then, most Omegas know the name of the Alpha they share a bond with, and they certainly haven't been suffering from an abnormally aggressive form of bond sickness. Three years later, and given few options to curb the disease, I agree to attend one of the Council's ritzy Matching Galas in the hope of finding a pack that doesn't mind a tarnished Omega. It's a last-ditch effort to keep the sickness at bay, but I'm pessimistic at best.

One viral confrontation could destroy everything I've built. And at the center of it all? The team captain and that sinful smirk. As the Houston Heatwave's PR manager, control is my game. Then there's Keelan Landry—team captain, my best friend's cocky brother… And the one man who never fails to push my every button. Where I'm calculative and fierce, he's playful and carefree. Except when my celebrity ex drags me into the spotlight. And Keelan steps in—a little too fiercely.

Rule follower. Straitlaced. Goody-goody. I’m as well-behaved as they get, but then the worst thing ever happened to me...I caught the interest of the bad boy. Wilder isn’t the same guy I idolized when we were kids. He made that clear the day he moved back to Ridgeview. He hunts me, stalks me, surrounds me from all sides. I’m his new favorite plaything. Again. Last year was bad enough, but as graduation looms his claws are in me once more and he refuses to let go. And worst of all? I think I like it.

It started on a dance floor after too much tequila, and ended with looking into the handsome face I never thought I’d see again.... In person, at least. I saw his face all the time on magazine covers. To the world, he’s Parker Callahan — famous rockstar. To me, he was the boy I loved; the stepbrother who left me behind to follow his dreams.In person, at least. I saw his face all the time on magazine covers. To the world, he’s Parker Callahan — famous rockstar. To me, he was the boy I loved; the stepbrother who left me behind to follow his dreams.

A city girl leaves her life behind in LA to start over in a small town… It’s a cliché, but it’s also Amelia Taylor’s life. And her new life as a romance novelist and motelier is going great—until Nathan Hart checks in. Of course he’s disastrously handsome, thoroughly disagreeable, and seems to be set against Amelia on sight. Of course there’s smoldering tension between them that can’t be ignored. They’d make the perfect enemies to lovers story. It’s one of Amelia’s favorite tropes.

I'm the guy whose name brings fear into the hearts of even the hardest men. They call me Cross because I've killed enough men to fill a cemetery, and I never saw any problem with that - until a woman I hardly remember brought my 11-year-old daughter that I didn't know existed to my doorstep and left her for me to take care of. At first, my daughter was a complication I didn't need, but now I'll do everything I can to raise her right. I'll even stay away from her hot-as-sin guidance counselor Roxanne, who makes me feel like I'm 20 again, and not pushing 40.

My mother acquired three privileged stepsons when she became engaged. The last thing I expected was to fall for one of them, least of all Thayer Ames. Beautiful, brooding, and untouchable. I knew it was a bad idea. He warned me himself. But he was a thunderstorm, and I never could resist the rain. It was perfect...until it wasn't. One night was all it took for our world to crumble, leaving only secrets and lies between us. Now, I have to face him again, but the boy I used to know has become the man who loves to hate me.

I don't even know if love is real. After running from the bastard who brutalized me, I limped back to Arizona, choosing a vibrant college town in the hopes of starting over. I never expected to find him there. Cord Gentry. He and his brothers were tough, lusty forces of nature I'd known since childhood. Years ago Cord seduced me as a sick game. I've hated him ever since. Now here he is again, a man who beats other men bloody for money.

My family prepared me to fight. My best friend taught me loyalty. My husband showed me who I am. And now I’m caught between them all. The thing about secrets is that they always come out. The past is never gone. No one expected it to explode. I finally understand why my life led me here. I was the only one who could uncover the truth. And I’m damn sure I’m the only one who can prevent a war. Men have pushed me around my whole life. But I was built for this.... I am Mrs. Armani Bellanti.

It's love that keeps me coming home, to the beautiful house full of ugly secrets. As soon as I'm 18, as soon as I can take custody of my little sister myself, I'm going to run. But my world is turned upside down by four mysterious men. The heat between us is intense. Their protectiveness feels real. Overnight, they become gods in our town. They can't seem to stay away from me. I can't resist them. I can't risk my chance to save my sister, though. Not even to save my heart. Is there any hope I can take care of her...and still lose myself in the arms of these men?

James had plans for his life. Those plans were derailed by the surprise arrival of his daughter. His life revolved around her. Then, she arrived with her beautiful brown hair that was made to wrap around his wrist and a butt that was to die for in a tight pair of jeans. Nevertheless, he didn't need any more drama in his life. Yet, there was something about her that soothed his soul.

I only ever loved one woman. I still love her, even though she left to get us breakfast one morning 10 years ago and disappeared. I searched for her for months, but she was just gone. Most days, it's all a distant memory of what could've been, but I do think of her whenever I wake up next to a strange woman and wish it was her. Then I see her on the sunny Mexico City street one random afternoon, and it's like no time has passed at all. But she belongs to the cartel boss now. She's out of my reach. Technically. 

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too. The plan is to escape with my sister whenever we find a chance. How am I to know our prison will be the most fortified place in their kingdom?