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After two years of culinary grind, I was about to land my dream job. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could dampen my spirits. Or so I thought... until fate decided to hit me with a dirty little plot twist. My cozy, one-bedroom cabin rental is double-booked. With whom, you ask? None other than my ex, the NHL star with a knack for making headlines from his off-field conquests since we called it quits.

Brooke Bartlett is no exception. She’s been in love with her brother’s best friend for half her life, her dirty little secret. With Luca on the other side of the world, the temptation stayed out of reach, but now he’s back, and he’s not the only one. Brooke’s stalker is watching from the shadows, and he’s got his own ideas about her future…

Lace, white, everything frilly and pretty. The theme to Sara’s life used to be that of a princess, one she romanticized. But when her previously perfect world turned upside down, Sara became convinced that she was cursed. She hid herself in the shadows to spare others from the agony she brought along. The only person she could never hide from was her adopted brother.

Gorgeous New York socialite Nora Ellington has been waiting a very long time for her happily ever after. So long, she’s given up on it, and has decided even though she’s the plus-one friend without benefits to a man she’s head over heels in love with, an HEA will forever be out of her reach.

"You think this is just a game, Gloria?" he growls, his grip tightening on my hips. "Your father is watching us consummate this engagement. Give him the show he wants." What starts as a humiliating order becomes eight hours of pleasure I never knew existed. I should hate him for claiming me like...

I need a bride, and Cinderella is perfect to play the part… The beauty crashed my friend's wedding, called me a beast… and ran. But I always find what I want. And I want her. Turns out she's my mentor's daughter. Her curves are so off-limits! So to keep her close, I give her a job. And make her an offer she can't refuse. All she needs to do is parade on my arm as my fake fiancée. And I get to be CEO. Playing pretend? Easy AF. Playing by the rules? Hard as hell.

I used to like surprises. Not anymore. Because every surprise lately has been worse than the last. Surprise! A blind date with a mob boss ruined my life. Surprise! I ended up pregnant with his baby. Surprise! I got captured by his enemies and watched his sister take a bullet for me… And now, I'm locked in a cell with a monster at the door and Yakov nowhere in sight. He'll come for me. He has to… Right? I can only hope he does. Because the shadows in the corner are creeping closer and closer… If I want my babies to make it to their first breath, Yakov is the only one I can count on.

My BFF pulled a bait-and-switch on me. Instead of drinks with the girls, I'm at this bar to meet a blind date. "He's nice and normal and handsome!" she promises. Only one of those three is correct. Yakov Kulikov is as gorgeous as they come—and ten times as dangerous. Sparks ignite, but this is no meet-cute. It's a prison sentence. Turns out Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding is in charge of the Kulikov Bratva. And now that I've caught his attention, he insists I need his protection. Kidnapped by a hot mob boss—most girls' dream, right? Wrong.

It was a bad idea from the start. A wild night with a bad boy in a suit. And now, a bun in the oven to prove it. The green-eyed swoonboat took me to heaven and hell—all in the same night. Now, I'm a struggling single mom with new curves and a new job. I never thought I'd see him again. Until today… My heart races. The smirk on his lips reminds me of that night when he kissed me all over. I anxiously try to stay out of sight. But I can't avoid my new boss forever. "Mr. Pearson wants to see you in his office now."

Yay, I'm engaged… to the biggest jerk in Hollywood. If Finn Lockhart ever wrote an AITA post, the answer would be a unanimous yes. Why am I engaged to someone I can't stand? Funny story. I work for Finn, the costume designer on his latest movie. One day on set, I dropped a box of cufflinks. Finn kneeled down to help. The paparazzi snapped a photo. Voilà—engagement. The fake news goes viral. Suddenly, Hollywood's most notorious (and hottest) bachelor is off the market. And his PR team? Obsessed.

I had no idea how beautiful and terrifying my life was about to become. Living as an independent artist in New York, I was soon faced with the new knowledge of my powers, a curse, and how bonding with five sexy-as-sin supernaturals would break that curse. One by one they found me—Fae, Warlock, Demon, Wolf shifter, Vampire. I'm their mate. Their equal. Their perfect match. The one to unbind them from their curse. Heart, body, and soul, I'm meant to be theirs. Theirs to share. Theirs to love.

When Faith Williams almost loses her life during a robbery, Death is there. While he spares her soul, he makes a promise to return when she's eighteen and collect it. Now, it's the eve of that special birthday, and Faith has no recollection of that fateful day. But echoes of Death appear in her art—his intense eyes, his intriguing demeanor—and she can't get him out of her head. When he arrives in person, Faith is drawn into an epic supernatural battle where her very existence is questioned at every turn.

Conall thought he'd buried the past with his brother. But when a cryptic summons surfaces—tied to a long-vanished village and a wolf who should be dead—he's forced to retrace the path of the disbanded Squad 54. What he finds in the shadows could unravel not only their fate, but the fragile balance between elf and humankind. Back in New Torwood City, Princess Rowan Andula is done playing the figurehead. With a seat on the ruling council, she's ready to fight for her family's legacy—until the city's giant mech guardian begins to fail. Talos isn't just a machine. He's the heart of the city.

I joined the Mile High Club and ended up pregnant. If only the story stopped there. But no. It gets worse. It gets so much worse.

Someone wants me dead. Worse yet, my link to Spirit is dying. Why? Because Exos has been taken by a new enemy. Now I have to rely on my other elements to find my missing link before it’s too late. Oh, and I need a guard to protect me while I learn how to defend myself. No big deal. Master the elements, find my lost Spirit, and identify the bad guy. I’d better solve this puzzle quickly before my heart starts making choices on my behalf. Because all these fae are beautiful, cunning, and perfect in their own ways.

When I showed her heaven on earth, savagely claiming every inch of her sinful body, she had no idea who I really am—NYC's ruthless Mafia Don, feared by all. Believing she was a mole, I kidnapped her to face my fury. But at half my age, she's a feisty little spitfire with a mouth too smart for a 'dom' like me. The more she defied me, the more I wanted to bend her over my knee. So I punished her and taught her how to submit to my every command, making her beg for more.

Isla I’m the maid of honor at my bestie’s destination wedding. Everything is unfolding according to plan in a lush, tropical paradise. Except the part where I had a one-night stand with the groom’s best man. Alessio “Saint” Andriani is a whole lot more than a six-foot-two, gorgeous...

It all started with the usual badgering phone call from my mother that had me spouting out the lie that I'd be bringing my boyfriend to my cousin's wedding. Only problem? I'm very much single. Roman Stone is the man I'd heard so much about but never met. Until he carries a bag of flour into my bakery. The size of a refrigerator, with tattoos and muscles to spare, he is something straight out of my fantasies. Add in his adorable pink puff of a daughter, and I'm smitten. Which is why I blurt out a request for him to attend the wedding with me.

What would you do if your father gave away your hand in marriage to settle a gambling debt without your knowledge? Mine did exactly that. But I didn't get married, I conked the guy on the head, kicked my heels off, and hiked up my skirt. 'Chubby legs don't fail me now' is what I muttered just before I fled the little Woodland Church. The only problem is that I may have fled the flames but I jumped right into the fire when I threw myself in the middle of a lonely road into the path of an oncoming car.

He’s my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. The man who dropped us off at prom. And I can’t stop thinking about him.