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One misdirection, and effervescent vacation-home reviewer Sage Featherstone comes bounding up to the door of the wrong cabin. Lucky her. The owner is Travis Blacksburg, a broody, out-of-this-world-sexy tech billionaire. A quick look at that GQ body, and Sage’s fantasies are running wild. So are Travis’s. With Sage’s spirited personality, mop of pink hair, and lack of boundaries, Travis can’t wait to kill her. Because that’s what he does. Thirty-eight victims so far. And his latest target just walked into his life, looking absolutely irresistible.

Bestselling author Morgan Elizabeth delivers Tourist Trap, a small town, age gap, grumpy sunshine, summer romance based in Seaside Point, a shore town in New Jersey.

Once, I hated these men. Now I’ll risk everything to save them. As I watched Kian be dragged down into the shadow realm, I swear he took a piece of my heart with him. And I’m going to get it back. I’m going to get him back....

He saved me from war. Fed me when I was in too much pain to eat. Smuggled me and my family into America when it became too dangerous to stay. But, Nico didn't flee with us. While I began elementary school in the United States, he was building the greatest and toughest Mafia of the century. The Mafia Shqiptare. Nico is now king of all underground trades. Sexy. Aggressive. Brilliant. After years of nothing but silence, he's back in my life, ready to do whatever it takes to bring me into his universe.

I never lose control. Just one moment of happiness might bring forth the evil that taints my blood. So, I stick to satisfying other people's fantasies with my kink dating app. That's how I found her. Regan Everglow is sweet. Deserving of all the beauty this life has to offer. But she's known darkness, too. Her control was stolen from her years ago. Now, she's ready to take it back. And I'm going to help.

The philosophy of the Stoics has experienced something of a rediscovery in recent years as certain individuals today, unable to ignore the virtually universal decadence, cowardice, selfishness, and ignorance of the human race as a whole, seek a more challenging and honorable approach to life.

Things that awaken my inner rage monster (in no particular order): The F-nugget who thought it would be fun to try to kidnap me. Throwing me in a trunk? Rude! My oldest brother - For insisting I need constant babysitters since I’m in danger. Oops! Did I say babysitters? I meant bodyguards. Same brother again - For having a ridiculously hot best friend, then assigning him as my primary bodyguard and telepathically forbidding him from dating me, even though I’m starting to suspect that he’s seriously crushing on me. (The best friend is crushing, not my brother. Don't be weird.)

Mistress. Whore. Lorelai has been called every name in the book. Except for the ones she's always dreamed of. My love. Mine. Noah Anders is the only man to have ever owned her heart. But it's her soul he wants. Theirs is a battle of wills, tempers, ego, friendship, and loyalty. He wants retribution. She just wants to survive.

Viggo Bergman, hopeless romantic, is thoroughly weary of waiting for his happily ever after. But between opening a romance bookstore, running a romance book club, coaching kids' soccer, and adopting a household of pets—just maybe, he's overcommitted himself?—Viggo's chaotic life has made finding his forever love seem downright improbable.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the enemy who killed my family. We were at war. The dragons claimed we kidnapped their heir, and they wanted him back. They were winning. Our tanks and guns didn't stand a chance. Now they're willing to agree to a truce, but only if we provide them with mates. My company says I've been given the 'honor' of being a dragon's conquest, but in reality, the b*stards want to silence me for what I know.

True leadership is not about being able to control others with threats or coercion, but rather the ability to exert influence by inspiring others. Although it sometimes seems that certain individuals are simply "born leaders", the truth is, leadership is an art form that can be mastered by anyone. The rewards for becoming a person who is able to lead effectively and exert influence are practically endless.

When I lost my Titan brothers in the crash, it was a mixed bag of emotions. I was devastated and grief stricken, but I was also grateful to be alive. Yeah, that might cause a little—okay, a lot of—guilt, but now I’m determined to live each day as if it’s my last. A night out with friends puts me in the crosshairs of Stevie Kisner—the devastatingly beautiful bar owner with a sharp tongue and a fire in her eyes that lets me know she has zero tolerance for guys like me.

As if spending hours waiting in the DMV wasn't bad enough, I found myself detained in a back room after I flipped out on the guy who walked in off the street and cut in front of the line when it was my turn. And who comes to bail me out? The smiling giant who was the source of my rage. You'd think after I lost my sh*t on him, he'd give me a wide berth, but instead, he's got it into his head that we're together.

I flee for my life when I leave Chicago, escaping a lifetime of misery. From the moment my eyes land on Mya Whitfield—I'm done for. Don't even get me started on watching her play the cello. I've never envied anything like I envy that enormous piece of wood between her legs. Move over, cello… There's a new man in town.

One year ago, I walked away from everything I knew and all the lies I’d been told. For the first time in my life, I was free from the constraints put on me by power hungry men, who twist faith and devotion into fear and control. All to feed their own egos. Now my sister’s ready to leave, too, but the only one who can help me save her is a ghost from my past. One who’s haunted my thoughts more than I’d like to admit.

Sky Williams has a neighbor from hell. Every day, Becket finds a new way to torture her. Sometimes it involves cutting trees on her property line; other days—most days—it includes using an annoying nickname he knows she hates. It’s safe to say she can’t stand the guy. So why then, when her parents persistently try to set her up with one of their church friends, does she find herself blurting out that she’s dating Becket?

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.

Opposites attract in this contemporary, sweet, sapphic romance about two girls who reluctantly come together for a summer challenge. Heaven and Saylor could not be more different. Saylor is bubbly, popular, athletic, and always partnered up. Heaven is grumpy and artistic, prefers her skateboard...

Can a time machine be used to save the galaxy? Before teaming up with Tarq, Xornaa was a spy/mercenary with a terrible reputation. After finishing a successful mission, she receives a mysterious offer, one that involves a lot of money for a seemingly easy job. But she’s gone through the wringer several times in the past, so she has her suspicions, especially when she finds out the Akakies are involved.

My vampire men and I are stronger together. At least, we’re supposed to be. The weird sisters got what they came for - a magical object that puts them one step closer to unleashing hell on earth. The cowardly king Carrick refuses to fight, which means it’s up to me and my men to stop them. But after the attack on the Penumbra, I’m not sure I can. Malcolm is missing, and without him by my side, nothing feels right. Somehow, these three lethally gorgeous vampire brothers have become like three parts of my soul, as necessary to my survival as the air I breathe.