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Forget. A word that means so much, and can be used in so many ways. I wish I could forget that my mother died when I was only sixteen. I wish I could forget the terror of living alone and on the streets. Most of all, I wish I could forget the fear I feel over my designation as an omega. Going through heat is normal, I should be able to suck it up and get through it with anyone, right? But sharing my body when I’m completely vulnerable feels too intimate to share with a random alpha. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice.

She escaped her ex, broke, and pregnant. Only to be abducted by his identical twin brother...

They’ve got a knotty, yacht-y problem. Sunshine: He’s the most notorious grump in the world. An irresistibly sexy billionaire. And my new boss. But I’m only on his megayacht for the money. If I can make it through the week, I’ll have enough to keep my slightly illegal betasitting business afloat, convince my parents I have what it takes to be the captain of my fate, and sail off into the sunrise. It’ll be fine, as long as I don't fall off the yacht. Or fall on Grumpy’s one-eyed pocket pirate. Or fall in love.

Drop-dead gorgeous. Rich as sin. With a closed-off heart of stone, Kieran O’Rourke is the head of the Irish Mob. And my new fiance. To finance my father’s war with the bratva, I’m being sold to a savage.

Blackmailed by my ex, I have no choice but to auction myself to the highest bidder. In a room full of perfect bodies, whispers follow me, bets quietly placed that I’ll go for nothing. But when the bidding starts, three breathtaking men ignite a war—until they strike a deal to share me. For 30 days. There’s Emerson, the devastatingly handsome tech billionaire and single dad who swears he doesn’t do relationships. Then Ashton, a tall, lean heartthrob with a HAF man bun, who needs a date for society galas to keep his biggest secret: he was once in love with Ford.

Cruel. Insane. Furious. Lachlan O’Rourke crashed my wedding, saw the bruises under my veil, and now… he’s my new husband. He’s untamed and reclusive and says I’m way too young and innocent for a monster like him. He keeps reminding me this is just a marriage of convenience to keep me safe until the ballet conservatory accepts me.

There were other ways I could've spent my summer, but my sister's stepson needed a swift kick in the rear, and she thought I was the perfect man for the job. I'm no brat tamer, so being saddled with one wasn't my idea of a good time, but I can see the appeal when my… less-than-conventional methods prove fruitful.

It was only supposed to be one night… and I meant it when I made the deal with my dad's ex-boyfriend. If I went to college, he would let me tag along Caribbean island hopping on his charter boat for the summer. Cass stuck to his end of the bargain, but not me—I asked for extra terms. One night: me, him, and nothing between us, showed me what it felt like to be loved by a man.

Kidnapped, hurt, and left for dead were not on my bingo card this month. I’ve been running from danger my entire life. I finally have roots, a home, a roommate who is my best friend that I’m secretly in love with. I refuse to take shit from anyone, so when I kicked a belligerent alpha out of my club, I didn’t realize my life would change forever. Three gorgeous alphas saved me from being eaten by rats, making me think that was the end of my nightmare. But now I’m locked in a house that would be any other omega’s dream home, but to me it’s a pretty cage.

Years ago, I told him I loved him. But he told me I was too young and he was too dangerous. Then he saved me from a vicious bratva attack and I saw him commit unspeakable crimes. That made me a witness. So I disappeared and left that world behind. I joined the FBI, started a new life,and never saw him again. Until I took an assignment that sent bullets flying and next, I’m hit, staring at those blue eyes once again.

I’ve been captive for longer than I can remember. My handler bought me from my parents when I presented at 10 years old because he likes his girls young and innocent. Yes, it’s just as bad as it sounds. Now my life is pain and misery, but it’s routine so it’s manageable until my handler announces he’s selling me at Auction. The hormone suppressants aren’t working anymore, and I’m simply too old for him now. I’m shaking in my skin as I wait my turn to walk across the stage when I smell the most delicious scent. Why is Fate such an evil witch?

I thought my partner Jett was straight. Off limits. Until a text meant for his brother lands in my phone. Now I know exactly what he feels when he looks at me. We’re supposed to be taking a break for the holiday away from the city. Instead, we’re playing with fire in the woods. Every glance, every breath, every touch is a risk neither of us can afford. Because in our world, love is a liability. All we have on this mountain is our secret. Our truth about what we are to each other. But what if I want more?

Aislan made a deal, his life in exchange for his brothers. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea, but now it has sunk in that he has to spend the rest of his 400-some years with none other than Typhon, Sidhe’s one and only snake shifter. To make matters worse, Sceach Gheal, Typhon’s home, doesn’t contain much to do. There’s no sitting area, no library, heck, there aren’t even proper servants, just some small, ornery dragons Typhon keeps around to do his dirty work.

I lost my boyfriend on the night I had planned to propose. It was a horrific accident that was all my fault. I gave up and resigned myself into a life of obscurity. Until I got a call that my sister, Sara, needed me. It gave me purpose, and I ran to her rescue. Because that’s what I’ve done our whole lives.

In her pursuit of wedding plans and a beautiful future, she finds herself at the mercy of the kelpies, a group of kelpie hunters called the Comhlan, and a stunningly handsome, too-good-to-be-true entrepreneur named Riley Slade. Will Vivienne escape the wrath of the water horses? Will she find a way to end the curse? Or will she fall prey to the hunger of the kelpies?

When the hard truths of my ex-husband were exposed, my world and that of our kids changed forever. We were tossed away like yesterday's trash by the man that was supposed to protect and cherish us. With my life in tatters, I had to stay strong. I had to be the support for my kids. I had to show them that we could rise above, so I did the one that brought me peace—I baked. I never expected to trust a man again, but fate had other plans. The moment he walked into my bakery, everything changed. It wasn't just my life but that of my kids as well. He lifted us from rock bottom and helped us heal.

Patrick “Paddy” Murphy Secretive, Quiet, Reserved. The mafia taught him just how disastrous secrets and lies were. Despite that, he kept the deepest, dirtiest secrets of them all. His desire for men, or rather one man—me—was only the start of them. If the family or—even worse, a rival family—found out about us, life as Paddy knew it would cease to exist.It was as if the universe knew this and tried to keep us apart.

He's no longer the boy next door. He's all man now; tall, dark, and handsome. Nathan Bailey was the one that got away . . . After leaving our hometown for college, he never looked back . . . Ten years later, he walked into my bakery. His sweet-talking is impossible to ignore, but so are the...

There’s only one thing I need: for my husband to stop acting like the last month of pregnancy is a no-knotting zone. Well, that and to win the company ugly holiday sweater contest before I go into labor. Thank goodness I have my best friends, my perfectly emo niece, and a doctor who happens to be my aunt to help me… Grumpy’s Holiday Sweater is a peek back into the lives of Soleil and Giovanni Grantham, nine months after the events in Sunshine’s Grump.

We didn’t inherit this city—we took it. Power like this doesn’t come without blood, secrets, and enemies. The FBI is circling, the walls are closing in, and this is the worst possible time to lose focus. Especially for her. Madison Roark wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a one-night escape—just a beautiful distraction I’d forget the next morning. But I keep seeing her–everywhere.