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Loyalties and priorities are put to the test for star-crossed lovers Willamina "Billy" Stanton and Ransom Lawson once more. When dueling lifestyles and family obligations threaten the happiness they've worked tirelessly to build since the day they met, the end appears inevitable. Tough choices have a trickledown effect, sending Billy and Ransom into a tailspin that will forever alter life as they currently know it. Will Rage and Claudia be able to hang on to their newfound happiness?

Ten years. It's been ten years since Marcus Monroe walked out of my life. Now he's back as my brother's #1 wide receiver. And he wants me back. We'll see about that.

I found peace in the last place I expected, but it was a mirage built on lies and unfulfilled promises. I thought we somehow managed to find a way to co-exist in their little lair, but as usual I was wrong. The second I felt settled, a corrupt Hawk turns up and flips everything I’ve come to know—and dare to trust— on its head. Without a choice, I’m dragged out into the night by the man I vowed to obey— Maverick Murray. Taken away from the protection of the man I loved to hate— Reid Harris.

I should have known behind that deep sexy southern drawl, and beautiful face lived the world's biggest asshole. I've tried my damnedest to put him behind me. But it was hard to do when I saw his face every night in my dreams and couldn't forget how he worked my body over. I had my work as a vet, my equine rescue to manage, and my friends. I'd forget him or work myself to death trying. But it turns out he's the new free-agent running back who just signed a deal with the Portland Pirates.

He binds me in red ribbons and says my safe word is ‘mistletoe.’ On Christmas Eve, a masked Alpha breaks into my home. He’s been stalking me, he says. Following my every move. He knows everything about me—how high my mortgage is, how little I earn at my soul-destroying customer service job. What kind of shameful secrets I keep in my nightstand.

Brooks wakes in an insane asylum with a broken wristwatch and no memories. He spends colorless days ignoring beautiful hallucinations and adrenaline-inducing nights fighting the monsters inside, but they’re only the beginning. After a mystery girl shrouded in secrets and painted with scars appears in the asylum, Brooks wakes from a vivid nightmare to discover that not all is as it seems. As plague looms and patients disappear, Brooks works against the clock to uncover the shattered pieces of his past, but what he finds may mean the downfall of Olympus.

Armed with his magical branding iron and his devoted harem of monster girls, William has freed the lands of Solanna and is ready to lead its people in a final battle against the vile sorcerer at the heart of Etria's troubles.

My family is cursed, and I’m the next victim. At least, that’s what my father believes. His obsession with the sleeping curse that took my mother has driven him mad. Growing up as the daughter of Hollywood royalty put me constantly in the sights of paparazzi. So when an invitation to visit Prince Phillip of Ashea arrives, I jump at the chance to get away from the cameras. He’s the man I’ve wanted since we were both children.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

I made the worst mistake of my life when I let my dad move me across the country after my sophomore year of high school. Had my football career taken off? Yes. But I’d lost the best thing that ever happened to me because of it. Anna Dupree was the only girl who ever loved me as a person and not for my athletic talent. Who cares if I can run the forty in 4.2 seconds, or if beautiful women sneak into my hotel room at away games?

When Teancum Leon, a wildlife veterinarian, and his husband, semi-reformed conman Jeremiah Berger, go to a conference in central Missouri, they’re expecting a short and uneventful trip. Tean will present a paper, attend a few panels, and network (under duress). Jem is looking forward to unlimited poolside drinks, some well-deserved couple time, and peace and quiet.

Carson Ballard isn’t only lactose intolerant—he’s intolerable. No wonder his assistant quit on him without notice. Okay, okay, he has a right to be angry at me for dumping an armful of sticky breakfast plates on his head. It was an accident, I swear. But now I’m out of a job—not that I’m any good at waiting tables—and Carson’s mother is offering to hire me.

When Hope Delancey showed kindness to another slave, she never expected it to put her in the crosshairs of a dangerous man. After weeks of being held captive she's rescued by a gruff, grumpy, intimidating soldier who obviously wishes he was anywhere but in Colombia rescuing her. But Hope sees through the cold exterior to the man underneath, a man she could fall in love with, a man who has already told her he has nothing to offer.

Her boyfriend's attempted murder leaves Megan floundering in the ocean. Sinking without hope, the bright light she sees in the night sky isn't her doorway to heaven, but rather the beginning of her accidental abduction by a space pirate. While thankful of his rescue, Megan stays true to form and just can't keep her mouth shut, even when he keeps threatening to kill her - or auction her off to the highest bidder. Even odder, despite her decision to not get involved with her wickedly hot captor, she can't help craving his touch.

Gabriella Davenport is a gorgeous, twenty-two-year-old virgin with a trust fund vacationing in the Hamptons for the summer and running from family pressure to marry someone she doesn't like, let alone love. Maddox James is a sexy bar manager, older than Gabby by a decade. Though he made his fortune on Wall Street, he has returned to his working-class roots with a healthy distrust of wealthy women.

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...and I'm sick of games. Sick of the Friday night bar-scene-cum-meat-market. Sick of awful dates and one-night stands, booty calls and guys who don’t call back, mixed messages or no messages and - and - and...I'm sick of all of it. I’m done. It's too hard, and worse: little by little, it's making me hard. It's breaking my heart. What do I want? That's easy. I want a house in suburbia with a white picket fence. I want babies to buckle into a minivan. But most of all, I want to be married. I want a husband.

I’ve tried to forget her. I’ve pushed her away in order to protect her from what I FEAR most. Making her a widow. But no matter how long it’s been since I’ve seen her face, no matter how many years go by without her touch, the second our paths cross again I'm an instant fiend needing my next fix. She's my kryptonite. My vice. The one thing that makes me secretly wish for tomorrows and forever after’s when all I've ever done is serve. Give without even a thought for my fellow man & country after seeing so many soldiers die by my side.

All I wanted was a fresh start in a new city . . . and a bartending job. I never intended to fall for the sexy, tattooed bar owner. Dark. Brooding. Emotionally unavailable. But Killian Vincent is a challenge I can't seem to walk away from. He's afraid that if I dig too deep, I won't like what I find. But he's wrong, and I'm determined to prove it.

When I met Greg Foster, the straight tight end for the Portland Pirates, the rookie needed a friend to bring him out of his shell. There was more to the shy twenty-two-year-old bookworm than met the eye, and I was the perfect person for the task. My roommate and best friend, Christian, was involved with the Pirates QB, so a new friend to hang out with was good. I pushed down my attraction to him and became the best friend he ever had. We bar-hopped all over Portland and played video games in our apartments. We even loved the same indie band from Seattle.

“Tell me something true?” Her sweet voice was like a siren calling me to her. My truth? I was a bastard. I hated everyone. My past was as dark as my soul. And she was the only light in that cold darkness.