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I named myself. I took the word animal out of their mouths, wore it like a badge of honor, then shoved it down their throats. I've fought for what I have. I see you coming before you even know you want a piece of me. In a city riddled with warring families, I'll rise up between them. My people, the broken souls I gather, will have power by the time I'm done with them.

I have a big plan for my career and it most certainly doesn’t involve my ex. It definitely doesn’t entail working with him every day on a brand-new project for my jewelry line. And it absolutely doesn’t include falling for the man all over again. But the trouble is, he’s kind, charming, and so damn smart. Not to mention easy on the eyes. And thoughtful, too. Also, he wants to get to know me again. It’s a dizzying, delicious courtship, but I don’t know if my heart can handle this from the man who broke it to pieces once upon a time....

In and out of the bedroom, Alex and Angel's passion is an all-consuming, every-second-of-every-day, can't-stop-thinking-about-you, obsession! They have it all; fiery hot sexual chemistry, an undeniable mental connection, a profound emotional bond, and a newfound trust as they promise each other, "no more secrets". Theirs is a sensual, magical love affair of epic proportions.

He was a gorgeous troublemaker with a cocky attitude. She was the girl he shouldn't want. They only had one summer—and a promise to have no regrets.

Alexander Avery is rich, powerful, and the sexiest man Angeline Hemming has ever laid eyes on: a man like every woman dreams about. Angel is not immune to his sensual and ruthless pursuit, and Alex is intoxicated by the beautiful doctor - overwhelmed with desire like he's never known. As the profiling case Angel is working on gets more and more dangerous, Alex finds himself filled with unfamiliar panic and emotional turmoil; his need to protect her goes against Angel's adamant insistence that she doesn't need his help.

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?

One love. One destiny. But it only takes one person to bring the house of cards tumbling down…

Drake didn't expect to end up in hell - let alone as a slave fighting battles to amuse the rulers of the realm. Then the fateful day arrives when he discovers that his true love, Stella, is also there, wandering alone amid grave danger. He must escape his prison and find her, no matter what evils await him in the wilds of hell. But when he does find her, Drake realizes Stella is no longer the girl he once knew. Hell has hardened her, and she’s on the verge of losing her last shred of humanity. Can he save her from the monster she’s becoming before it's too late?

The series continues with a zany post-Vegas-wedding mess where Andrew and Amanda have to figure out who they married (book nine), the chauffeur/bodyguard has his own second-chance romance (book 10), and Shannon and Declan have a honeymoon with a lot of, erm...bite (book 11). How could you go wrong with so much laughter, heart, and plenty of steamy romance?

Good-bye Montana. It’s me, not you. I’m getting out. Moving on. Specifically? To Paris where the apartment I inherited is waiting for me. I’ve pretty much perfected the art of being single and nothing is going to keep me here. Especially not a gorgeous single mom of two that I have no business thinking about.

We're ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books, researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time. And by "we", I mean me. Declan's just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than ready. But there's just one problem: My husband and his brother have this little obsession with competition. McCormick men don't just have babies. They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons.

Easton Harrison always gets what he wants. All this rock star has to do is crook his finger and women come running. Unfortunately, hookups don’t inspire the songs for which he’s known, and Easton hasn't been able to write a word since his last hit. After he lands an exclusive gig in Vegas at the Millennium Hotel, the pressure’s on to write a new album. But Ireland, the challenging and sexy-as-hell cocktail waitress who works downstairs at the hotel’s swanky bar, is exactly what he needs. She's his muse whether she likes it or not. Too bad she doesn't date musicians.

He is addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m addicted to getting some on my own honeymoon. One of these things is not like the other. I am pretty sure a serial killer’s lair is the only place in the world where I could stash my new husband so he can’t manage the acquisition of our new company. And that seems a little drastic. But only a little. All I want is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs tangled together in ecstasy, room service and long walks on the beach in Hawaii.

I had no idea what to expect when the producers of Dr. Hoffman sent me to the pristine white mountains of Aspen, Colorado. As the town of Aspen is known for being a winter haven for uber-rich Americans, I knew this desert cactus was going to be way out of her element. The ace up my sleeve however, was a high-class movie-making surfer whose family owned a cabin in those snowy hills. With him by my side, I'd make the most out of the experience.

I'm in love with my best friend, but Jessica O'Connor sees me as only a friend. The fact that we had sex once and it was bloody awful doesn't help. But she finally ended her engagement with Domhnall Sterling, the Scot she took up with two years ago. Do I have a chance now? Maybe. If I can show her that we have chemistry. The sort that will burn so hot she'll forget all about that damn Scot.

His life has been a constant carousel of tragedy and disappointment, including his love life. Of course, applying the term "love" to Garth's conquests is a gross misuse of the word. Some people were made to give and accept love, and others weren't. Garth Black redefines the "others" category. He's made a vow that the day he meets a woman who could sucker him into falling in love will be the day he runs away.

For five years, Sean Vandenbrook has struggled to recover from the shocking truth about his psychic gifts and his late grandfather, a rogue scientist who tried to rip the powers from Sean's mind. When a bombing leaves his closest friend in a coma, Sean will do anything to uncover the truth. Desperate for answers, he resorts to the only solution he can think of - he kidnaps the beautiful, telekinetic woman who claims to have unwittingly set off the bomb.

Ruth is a 74-year-old woman. Rowan is a 23-year-old man. They’re in love. And Ruth’s 43-year-old son is freaking the hell out.

Mom owns more holiday decorations than 12 area malls combined. Dad prides himself on hand-chopping the best live tree, while my older sister perfected peppermint cookies to the point of unparalleled bliss, and my younger sister has memorized every Christmas carol with her fingers for a piano bash that goes on and on.

The first question the cops asked me was if anything out of the ordinary happened to me lately. When I woke up this morning in the room of a mental institution I couldn’t remember a thing - not my name nor how I got there. Not how I left or how I ended up in that interrogation room. The only thing I knew came from the contents inside my bag. A wallet, a student ID, a key that opened an unknown door, and two notebooks. They tell me my name. It matches my IDs. They tell me my story. I shut my eyes and try to piece it together, but can’t.