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I was reunited with Livingston Montgomery in the broad sunshine of a Carolina morning, right where she belonged; in the light. It'd been too long since I'd seen her face. She had changed, but so had I. I was Adam Nova, reformed bad boy. Now, successful business man. I had it all, except for the one person I'd always wanted, and now I was back to claim her.

I hate Drew Woods, and she hates me. Too bad I'm not the cold jerk most make me out to be. When she needs help, I have no problem moving the single mom and her baby into my home despite how she makes me feel. Alive. She's too mouthy, too nosy, and her curves are way too distracting for my own sanity. Giving in to Drew would be a short-lived fix, and I knead something permanent to heal my pain. I'd be insane to think we could be anything more than temporary...right?

Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk. I mean...what sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office? And what sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then? He's in his 40s - old enough to be my father. OMG...those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don't even get me started on the muscles...and those hard abs I saw that day in his office...oooh lord! Have mercy! Because I am compelled to...call him daddy! He says, "Age brings in experience," and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.

Rafe Buchanan - 6'3". Hard muscle. Marine MP. My brother's best friend. And the guy who took my innocence five years ago! Also the guy who gave me the most precious gift ever - my daughter (well, our daughter I should be saying). Did I tell you he kinda left me, asking me to move on? So, that's what I did. I moved on to study further, to raise my child and to work with the Marines. Everything is going great until...Rafe shows up at my clinic. He's seeking a cure for PTSD, and I'm his counselor. It's totally f*ck*d up, right?

People say I have everything. They're wrong. I may have looks, money, and privilege, but I don't have the one thing that really matters, the one thing I crave: a woman with eyes only for me. I'm searching for my woman - one who will fall to her knees because I'm her king. She'll wear the crown of my tarnished name, and long for me when I'm not near. And when I am close, she'll be naked across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm across her milky skin. You could say I'm a sinner because I'd do anything to have the perfect woman.

Finley and her guys fought until the very end in the Winter Court of the Faerie Realm. They came away with the second piece of the map and left the Winter Court in better hands than when they arrived. After returning home, they received the next part of the poem, and where the third piece of the map is hidden. They have to travel through hell, literally, to get it. There's more than one surprise ready for them as Finley and her guys' journey through the nine levels of hell and into the very pits. A date with the devil is all she needs. Should be easy...right?

My life has been served to me on a gold platter to be devoured by my silver spoon. My father has made sure I become a part of The Elite Seven. Where most candidates are chosen, I was given my place. Everything comes at a price, though. Luckily, I can afford any price - no one has more money than God. The Elite Seven have their initiations. My task is personal and beneath me - steal a car and send a warning. My task makes an ugly turn and I nearly take a life. Yet when she finally opens those big, innocent brown eyes, I realize I've found what I've been searching for my entire life.

I seduced my brother's best friend to take my innocence and he convinced me to fake marry him! Jake Dunne: Sinfully handsome. Naughty. Funny. Piercing blue eyes. And kisses like nobody's business....Jake Dunne: Also the man who broke my heart, five years ago. My fake husband but my baby's real father!

Love is strange. It comes out of nowhere, and there's no logic to it. It's not methodical. It's not scientific. It's pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be dangerous because they fuel love...and hate. I'm now a reluctant connoisseur of both - an expert through immersion. I know them intimately. When I fell in love with Miranda, it was swift and blind. She was the person I'd elevated to mythical status in my head, in my dreams. Here's the thing about dreams: They're smoke.

But Wilmont Academy's been living in the Dark Ages when it comes to sex ed, and someone had to take matters into her own hands. Well, I'm a kick-ass coder, so I created a totally anonymous, totally untraceable blog where teens can come to get real, honest, nothing-is-off-limits sex advice. And holy hell, the site went viral - and we're talking way beyond Wilmont - overnight. Who knew this town was so hard up? Except now the school administration is trying to shut me down, and they've forced Dean - my coding crush, aka the hottest guy in school - to try to uncover who I am.

I don't believe in Prince Charming, but when I met a handsome stranger on a rooftop his words intrigued me and his dares left nothing but temptation. Then I learned the truth. His name is Bryce Sexton. Media mogul, workaholic, and a heart of stone. He's broody AF and yet every woman in San Francisco wants him. So why won't he leave me alone? Wherever I go, he's there, trying to force his way into my world. What he doesn't know is I already have a man in my life. A tiny redhead who loves Legos and superheroes.

Everything is coming together for Harper Grayson. She has a family she adores, a quaint little house that's all hers, and a puppy to keep her warm at night. Plus, her lingerie shop, Kiss Me Goodnight, is successful. With her eyes now set on an expansion the moment the empty building next door finally becomes available, things are finally aligning perfectly for Harper. Until Latham Douglas walks through her door....

They say every happily ever after needs a wedding. Heaven knows after the hell we’ve survived, we deserve the mother of all HEAs. All the pieces are in place. All the players, assembled. The wedding of the century is locked and loaded. Too bad nothing’s fair in love, rock, and wedding planning. Too bad sometimes epic happiness requires an epic fail. Guess we should have seen it coming. Did we expect anything less from An NSB Wedding?

Going back home, to the Shifter Realm, is the last thing Obsidian wants to do. The only thing worse is talking about and confronting his past. Word spreads fast and it doesn't take long for Obsidian's past to walk right up to him. Breaker, Cain, and Jett, three of his biggest tormentors, are now in the highest position of power. Obsidian soon realizes that things haven't changed...they're worse. Finley and her mates arrive at a time when the residents are hiding and there are whispers that more is going on.

All the pieces of the map are finally collected and assembled. Finley and her mates are hoping for a peaceful and eventful journey. Of course, that doesn't happen. Finley gets an unexpected surprise in the form of her mother and father, who are still alive. All they want is to follow the map and find the treasure, but that's hard to do when Finley's parents keep popping up at inopportune times. At least the angels are leaving them alone . . . right? Now comes one of the biggest decisions of their lives: to rule or not to rule. Do they take the crown or run?

Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick. An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. My brother's ex best friend, and my new client. Four years ago, he took my innocence and left - without a word. Today, he's the star quarterback who needs an image makeover, And I'm his publicist, who doesn't quite believe him. Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand - making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor. Complications: I'm falling for him all over again.

Tristan Lopez is loyal to his brothers. He doesn't really have a choice, born into a gang that has a choke hold on every kid who roams its streets. He gave his life to them willingly, knowing if he did, then one day, this kingdom, led by boys drunk with power and ruled by fear, would all be his. Riley Rojas took up space on his streets, her loud mouth fearless in the face of the gang leaders who terrified everyone else. She pushed Tristan around on the hard court, and she balled better than his friends - better than him sometimes. She challenged him. She needed him. He liked it.

In an instant he became her hero. Then he became her lover and her friend. My name is Jaxon Hart. You watched me grow up. You watched me fight for my life. Now, I’m fighting for hers. From the second I laid eyes on Annika Leander, I wanted to help her. Protect her. Vindicate her. But she’s got baggage to get through. Hell, we both do. A funny thing happens, though, when you finally connect with someone in a different way than you ever have before. The baggage doesn’t seem so heavy. I suppose that’s really the only thing that matters when the heart gets involved.

It's not that I don't believe Silas when he tells me who he really is. It's that I don't want to. Of all the families in all the world, that boy had to be a Fairfield. In retrospect, I should have guessed as much. A guy sneaking around the Acre Hotel, so irrationally handsome it leaves me breathless? There's only one bloodline he could've come from. One night. That's how long it takes before I'm hooked. Silas shows me, over and over again, that he isn't like his family. He comes from a life of bad luck and hard work, like me. We could have something incredible. And for a while, we do.

I don't give a f--k. Not about money or fame, beauty or power. I've had all those things since birth, and trust me, they're a f--king snooze. I don't give a f--k about anyone, not even myself. Until my father proves evil can exist in the most holy of places. For the first time ever, something like interest stirs in my soul. He wants me to enroll at St. Augustine. Join the Elite. Court the virginal daughter of Archbishop Savoie. Prove that I'm worth the family name? I'll do it all. And I'll do it so well, no one will know what's coming.