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Marko Sendoa isn't a beach man. He's not an Auckland man. He's a hard man. Born Basque, raised in the heart of New Zealand's Southern Alps, and bred on hard work, discipline, and getting the job done. It's not easy for a rugby flanker to make it to age 32 at the top of his game, but he's done it. Next year is the Rugby World Cup, and he'll do whatever it takes to be on the field in the black jersey when the anthems are sung. He doesn't need a kitten. He doesn't need a pregnant cousin. He definitely doesn't need a too-short, distractingly curvy, totally unimpressed Maori barista.

I loved Bailey Green long before she watched her loser ex take his last breaths. I held her while they lowered his coffin into the ground, stilled her shaking hands when the nightmares would tear her from sleep. I waited for her through her grief. But while she was always willing to let me in her bed, she refused to let me in the one place I longed to be - her heart. Tired of playing second string to a dead man, I let her go. I moved to Florida to begin my NFL career and tried to pretend my perfect life didn't leave me empty.

I was pretty sure my dead ex-boyfriend’s brother hated me...until he asked me to marry him. And pretend his brother’s baby - which I’m carrying, BTW - is really his. So now I’m suddenly the wife of a quirky tech billionaire, and falling in like with him so fast, it’s beginning to feel an awful lot like love.

Avery Castle carries the weight of a thousand moments of sorrow. Donavan Hardy carries enough anger for them both. When they were young, Donavan learned sign language so he could talk to the deaf beauty. He cared, even when Avery's influential father couldn't be bothered with her "flaw." In spite of things, the bad boy made her fall in love with sound...with music. And then, Avery's world came crashing down when the love of her life disappeared without a trace.

Did I plan to marry the single mom I've wanted for years on a drunken whim in Vegas? No. Do I regret it? Heck no! Bella Patel might think we're just friends, or that I'm nothing but a playboy pilot, or even that this marriage is only a temporary charade... but I'm hell-bent on proving her wrong. If she's skittish and stubborn, then I'm dependable and determined. So, when her scumbag baby-daddy threatens her, and she asks me to double down on our ruse, I'm only too eager to comply. My condition? For her and her daughter to move in with me. You know, for "optics."

A multigenerational novel of love, oppression, trauma and the pursuit of freedom, inspired in part by the author's own family history, China Room twines together the stories of a woman and a man separated by more than half a century but united by blood.

I thought I’d come to terms with the fact that I’m just not the marrying type, and yet here I am at a matchmaking resort for billionaires. I’ve dated black women and white women, but none of them make me want to settle down. At least, so far. Then I met Vanny. I might have to reassess.

Hunter Stewart has a history of falling hard and fast, but when he met Isabella Gonzalez the rate of his drop was both savage and supersonic. They shacked up for a weekend of physical bliss, and stayed in touch when Isabella headed back to Seattle. But a few weeks later, Isabella called it quits.

Twenty-nine-year-old Niki Randhawa has always made practical decisions. Despite her love for music and art, she became an analyst for the stability. She's always stuck close to home, in case her family needed her. And she's always dated guys that seem good on paper, rather than the ones who give her butterflies. When she's laid off, Niki realizes that practical hasn't exactly paid off for her. So for the first time ever, she throws caution to the wind and books a last-minute flight for her friend Diya’s wedding.

My mom always said you don’t get a second shot at making a first impression. I’ve remembered that my entire career. Especially since I’m one of the few Black men who play professional hockey. I’m calculated and respectful in the way I speak to my coaches, the owners, and the media. I’ve never taken a risk...until her.

FBI Agent Alexander King has a special gift for catching vicious predators. He gets inside the twisted minds of psychopaths and hunts them down. However, this case in a small Georgia town is challenging his skills. A serial killer named the Angel Maker has kidnapped and killed six little Black girls. Local police did a lackluster investigation, thinking the girls were initially runaways. The Black community believes the case is racially motivated and that the force ignored all the clues. Tensions rise on both sides of town, threatening riots and more unrest.

I was perfectly fine hanging in the shadows, but my choice to remain anonymous is taken from me. I’m thrust into the spotlight. His spotlight. Asher Beck is a golden god at Savage River High. Football star, whip-smart, and popular, we don’t belong in the same hemisphere, let alone circle. But underneath that perfection is a darkness he only reveals to me. I have no idea what I did to capture Asher’s attention, but he is relentless in his pursuit. The problem is, I can’t tell if he’s trying to break me or own me...and I don’t know which I want more.

Nothing exciting ever happens here, unless you count us getting our very own movie-rental shop right next to the sheriff’s station. Which, for the record, I don’t. That is, nothing exciting happens until my roommate is murdered and her body washes up on the riverbank for the police to find.

Football is 100 percent the focus of my life—until a squawking toddler, with a temper to rival my own, lands in my lap and flips my life upside down. I’ll never be Dad of the Year. Anyone will tell you that. Except maybe Sienna, my sister’s former roommate, who somehow manages to make my broody ass laugh and sees something in me no one else does. When Sienna offers to let me and my little princess move in with her, I’m not sure if it’s to help or because she wants revenge on my teammate and longtime rival who broke her heart.

Get ready for a romance of cosmic proportions. Grace has been falling for Anton for months – charming, brilliant, and effortlessly kind over email. But when he shows up in her Geneva lab? He's arrogant, condescending, and nothing like the man she thought she knew. Anton is used to wearing labels: billionaire, playboy, physics prodigy. But he's now ready to trade those in for scientific stardom. His best shot? A fresh start in Lou's lab, under the brilliant (and infuriating) Grace.

Just when I thought I was making progress with Ronan, Wells, Abel, and Bishop, all hell breaks loose. I don’t know who to trust, and the accusations flying around leave me wondering if I’m to blame for the chaos…or if I’m about to expose the truth once and for all. More than my heart is at stake here.

Since aging out of the foster-care system and becoming a nurse, all I dreamed of was marrying a nice doctor and moving to a yellow two-story house in the suburbs. So how did a dangerous biker-gang criminal end up handcuffed to my bed? And why did I agree to let that animal teach me how to...ahem...do things? Wicked things. In the very same bed he’s been handcuffed to in order to keep me safe? Long story. And it didn’t end well. Now it’s time to marry my doctor fiancé and make all my former foster kid dreams come true.

No one can call Vansh Raje’s life anything but charmed. Handsome—Vogue has declared him California’s hottest single—and rich enough to spend all his time on missions to make the world a better place. Add to that a doting family and a contagiously sunny disposition and Vansh has made it halfway through his twenties without ever facing anything to throw him off his admittedly spectacular game.

London’s most renowned mapmaker is a woman...but nobody knows it. If anyone discovers that Rose Fleming is the power and talent behind the family business, the scandal could ruin them. Rose’s secret is tested by the arrival of a handsome new footman who shows far too much interest in his new mistress. Rose battles an intense attraction to the enigmatic servant, but maintaining a proper distance isn’t easy when you and temptation live under the same roof.

A fighter beat my best friend to within an inch of her life, and I lost it.... I stormed into a Russian gym, and threatened an MMA champ with sinfully dark eyes and dangerous muscles. Of course, I’d already cursed every Russian by the time I got to him. He introduced himself as Vassili Resnov, my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Only idiots threaten Resnovs, and then they die - which is logical. The Resnov Bratva is the largest crime syndicate in Russia, maybe the world.