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That should be a good thing, right? Eggnog and Christmas carols. Mistletoe and family. Except my dad broke his leg hanging the family wreath. My brothers are at war over taking proper care of Dad. Oh, and I just found out our family business, the Kringle Inn, is failing!

FLR stands for female-led relationship. These are relationships in which the woman and the man agree that she will be the dominant partner, while he will be the subservient one. There are plenty of ways to engage in this type of relationship for a fulfilling and adventurous lifestyle. Here are the details on what it means, its various aspects, and how to apply FLR principles to your own relationship.

Today, I broke that vow. In my defense...I never thought I’d see him again. But when my first night in NYC doesn’t go as planned, I find myself walking into his tattoo shop, the memory of our lost romance still singed on my skin. Brett Jackson is trouble. And I know it. I follow all the rules. He breaks them.He’s forbidden - all wrong for me. I just wish crossing the line with him didn’t feel so right.

Small town, big dreams, a nightmare I never expected. I grew up with stars in my eyes and dreams beating a soft staccato in my heart. Career, marriage, then family. I knew what I wanted. How I wanted it. I never expected him. Mason Miller. Charming, arrogant, sadistic. He ruined everything. He ruined me

Pushing Lucy Remington's buttons is my favorite pastime and has been since we were kids. Watching as her brilliant blue eyes darken in anger when I mockingly call her Princess—even though she is one—fills me with immense satisfaction. She's the last woman on Earth I would want to take as my wife, yet that's exactly what her grandfather—my King—asks of me.

I'm not like most women. I don't have fantasies of finding the perfect man and settling down to have two point five children. My job is my baby. My dream position is so close I can taste it, but the rug is pulled out from beneath me when I find out there's a catch: they want the role filled by someone who is married. Liam Remington is my best friend, Natalie's, brother-in-law with a hero complex. We've both been living with her for the past three years, helping to raise her four small children after she fled an abusive marriage.

Zane thought inheriting a house in Paradise Falls would be the fresh start he needed. And his new job at Snaxtime, a popular fast-food chain, seemed totally cool. But when he and his coworkers, Star and Dexter, find an old book filled with strange recipes, they accidentally cook up an ancient succubus with a taste for male flesh. Now, she's on the loose and wreaking havoc on the town!

She’s booked every weekend, and her name is quickly becoming well known in the area. So it comes as a shock when her booking agent slowly stops calling her. That is, until she runs into the musician who’s been stealing her gigs. She can’t deny he has a voice to die for and the body of a god, but neither helps the fact that his personality is pure poison. Their exchanges never fail to boil her blood, but it’s a game she starts to look forward to, and she’s determined not to back down first.

When search-and-rescue park ranger Autumn Mercer and her K-9 partner, Sherlock, meet a stranger in the mountains whose brother is injured, they drop everything to help. But all they find where Derek Peterson last saw his sibling is a trail of blood—and men who want them dead. With gunmen closing in, can Autumn and Derek survive long enough to save his brother?

In an era where the line between faith and power is as thin as a sword’s edge, one man’s journey will define not only his fate but the destiny of a continent. From the bustling streets of Granada to the treacherous waters of the Mediterranean, Miguel’s quest to reach Rome and secure a papal pardon for the archbishop will take him to the farthest corners of the known world. Kidnapped by ruthless pirates, forced to fight in the scorching deserts of North Africa, and entangled in the schemes of kings, queens, cardinals, and corsairs, Miguel’s resolve is tested at every turn.

Thanks to the power of its "mystic" Indian origins, yoga promises peace, self-realization, and release. But what if this is just hype? In Fascist Yoga, Stewart Home sweeps away the half-truths to reveal a new origin story of modern postural practice. Starting with the world's first modern yogi—a Californian escapologist who added Hindu fairy dust to circus exercises—this history reveals a community full of grifters, occultists, and white supremacists, out to exploit and recruit via the medium of exercise.

My status as one of the league's superstars means I can have any woman I want. Puck bunnies line up at the chance to score with a hockey player. There's just one problem . . . the only woman I want is off-limits. No woman can compare to Natalie Remington—at least not the perfect version of her I've created in my mind. Until I laid eyes on her, I didn't believe in love at first sight. One smile from her and I was a goner. Too bad for me, she's already taken—married to a prince. I tried to forget about her. Until . . . one day, she showed up on my doorstep, and everything changed.

Interconnected standalone steamy romances which feature star-crossed lovers who have to fight the odds in order to be together.

Will Alexander is the sheriff in a small town in southern Appalachia, and he knows that the local thug Holland Winchester has been murdered. The only thing is the sheriff can find neither the body nor someone to attest to the killing. Simply, almost elementally told through the voices of the sheriff, a local farmer, his beautiful wife, their son, and the sheriff's deputy, One Foot in Eden signals the bellwether arrival of Ron Rash, one the most mature and distinctive voices in Southern literature.

World-traveling photojournalist Quinn Sullivan is stopped in her tracks when a kidnapper holds her captive in a mountain cabin. Could it be related to the damning evidence she has about a company’s illegal tactics that are harming a town? To her rescue comes former marine ranger Liam O’Rourke. His assignment as a bodyguard keeps him close to Quinn, protecting her from ongoing threats. Much to his frustration, Quinn does flings, not relationships; she believes men can’t handle her career. But the shared danger of exposing a conspiracy may change their romantic boundaries.

"What I want you to do, Isabella, is find out what his real name is..." Those were the words spoken to me when I sat down to learn about my final grade in college. They not only shocked me, but changed the trajectory of my life. Shadows Sampson has always been bigger than life on the campus of our college. Most of the time it seems as if he's older than the rest of us. Like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. When I get close? I find out there's more to it than I ever bargained for.

God of the Sea? Not anymore. Mount Olympus is closed for business. Fine by me. I’ve got a sweet mountaintop hideaway, a vintage bike that roars louder than Apollo on his best day, and I’m vice president of the Gods of Thunder MC. All the heartache and frustration I had to deal with as one of the Gods? Gone. Don’t miss it one bit. Most of the time. I got low. Okay? Whiskey’s great and all. But it doesn’t hold a candle to Dionysius’ wine. Which is also gone. That’s why I was standing at the edge of the cliff staring down at the surf.

Crash-land on an alien barbarian planet and told there’s no way home? Anyone else might have a nervous breakdown, but I was abducted with my besties! Between us, we have fifteen PhDs. We will be getting off this planet. Trust. Two liquid hydrogen rockets and a smidge of deep-space travel later, and we’re back home on Earth. Except that our spaceship had stowaways. Now there’s a seven-foot-tall alien named Cassius in my Los Angeles condo. He’s calmly explaining that, according to the ancestors, we are to be eternally mated and have a litter of children.

Vidanric reminds me daily that he despises Earth and wants to go home. He’s miserable, and so am I—even though I can’t help but admire the view when he’s standing shirtless in my kitchen making a smoothie. Loudly. At three in the morning. My horoscope didn’t prepare me for any of this. He chewed up and ate one of the inspirational notes I gave him. He cooks squirrels in my cast-iron skillet. He complains nonstop about my annoying Earth-girl habits. This alien’s not grumpy—he’s downright hostile.

Global Hawk reconnaissance aircraft from the American Territory of Guam detect suspicious Chinese naval activity near an abandoned island airbase. Intercepted radio traffic suggests the Chinese are hunting for an Army Air Corps plane that disappeared in 1945. The Air Force Office of Special Investigations sends Agent Jack Quintana to find out why. Quintana teams up with tipsy British diplomat Thurgood Throckmorton (that’s “Sir Thurgood” to you rabble) on Guam’s seedy “Tumon Strip”.