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We're known for our savagery. We run New York City. We control every inch of it, and anyone that gets in our way is executed. I protect the people from con artists and thugs like the cartel. But I'm not a good guy. I loathe thinking of myself as a vigilante. And did I mention that my little sister tried to put me behind bars? When a young woman's car breaks down in the rain, I'm feeling overly generous. I recognize her, she's a nurse from Steele Concierge Medical, at least that's what she wants me to believe.

It’s the 22nd century. The galaxy has opened up to humanity as a hyperactive beehive of stargates and new technologies, and we suddenly find ourselves in a vast playground of different races, environments, and cultures. There’s just one catch: We are pretty much at the bottom of the food chain, and there’s only one way for humanity to move up - by becoming mercenaries. In every mercenary’s life, though, there comes a time when things go wrong and even the best laid plans go awry.

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Look, no one's ever accused me of being sane, y'know? So when I say that I am crazy over this RICO agent, know that I mean business. Sure, I'm responsible for getting him fired from the job he's wanted his whole life, but his grandfather just died and left him 13.1 billion dollars. Dude deserves a break is all I'm saying. And yeah, I'm a violent mobster with a savior complex, but that shouldn't get in the way of our epic love story.

I wait for the signal at crosswalks. I pay my taxes on time. And despite my association with a certain mafia family, I run a clean business providing security for Manhattan's wealthy elite. I don't break the law.

I'm a mob boss. And I'm in love with a virgin. I run a high-end escort service, and Ford is a nervous, perfectly bow-tied, sexily bespectacled money nerd. It doesn't make any sense, this attraction between us.

College. It was supposed to be my new start. I made a promise to my father I would be a good girl from now on - focus solely on the game and play nice for once. Aside from him, basketball is my only love, therefore sacrifices must be made all in the name of the game.

Never trust a man who answers the front door wearing nothing more than a pair of low-cut jeans and a panty-melting smirk. That should've been my first sign. I write about guys just like him for a living - sexy and charming, yet reluctant to get into a serious relationship. His body screams sex appeal, but his condescending personality makes him a classic f--kboy. And I want nothing to do with that.

George's life is loud. On the water, though, with everything hushed above and below, she is steady, silent. Then her estranged dad says he needs to talk, and George's past begins to wake up, looping around her ankles, trying to drag her under. Everything is a blaring, blazing mess. Could Calliope, the girl who has just cartwheeled into George's world and shot it through with brilliant, dazzling colour, be her calm among the chaos?

Driven apart by merciless currents of fate, Arthur and Lance soon find out how much colder the world is to each of them without the other’s love. And Arthur has a fight for the kingdom on his hands, not to mention his struggle to make sense of his marriage to Queen Guenyvre. For Lance, the loss of his king is too much. On the journey to Camelet, his inner demons overtake him - demons that flourish in the lonely moorland nights, and drive him into the trackless wastes of the Forest Wild.

The Ibarra Nation holds Roland prisoner. The armor soldier’s fate lies in the hands of the inhuman Stacey Ibarra. Roland will face the truth behind the Ibarra rebellion and decide if his loyalties are to Earth or his ideals. While the Iron Dragoons recover from their last battle, dark forces are at work. Gideon is called as a witness to New Bastion, where the treaty that opened the stars to humanity may force all-out war with the Ibarras or turn the rest of the galaxy against Earth.

The Triumvirate comes to conquer Terra Nova, landing an overwhelming assault by the surface by Netherguard and Ultari warships in orbit, laying siege to the human colony. As the battle grinds on, Governor Ken Hale leads the defenders in a desperate battle for survival. Hoping beyond hope that help will arrive in time to save them. Chief Kit Carson and her Pathfinders, with their new-found allies in tow, race home, praying they make it in time and that their efforts are enough to defeat Emperor Kyrios and his forces.

I’m caught between two dangerous men. My ex wants me back. My husband wants me dead. But the only life that matters to me is the baby in my belly.

My soldiers threw Charlotte at my feet and told me what she was. A thief. A liar. A sneak. I chained her in the cell beneath my mansion with a plan to get rid of her at dawn. But something made me change my mind.

Hey, there! Name's Jerek. I'm not very fast, not very strong, and my best friend is a dragon with a bit of a gut. We're underachievers, but somehow we've become some of the best relic hunters in the galaxy. At least I have a bit of fire magic, so I'm not totally useless. From failing to save my world from imploding (oops), to waking up super powerful ancient starships, if you need someone to make a bad situation worse, then I'm your man.

While the vampire Devlin rejoices at news of his impending progeny with Sar, werecougar Theo braces for more challenges to his Ranked title, content that after Sarelle has the dhamphir child Devlin will be out of their lives forever. Yet when The Lust reappears, Sar’s world again turns upside down as old hatreds make themselves known, resulting in a steamy affair with the weresnake Lash, a new friendship with the werecoyote Serena, and the severing of Sar from the last remains of her old human life in favor of a new Paradise with Devlin.

Dear goddess: For the love of all things dark and hairy, did you really have to mate me with a vampire? Seriously? My hormones are off the charts, my urges are driving me crazy, and my wolf wants to shift every other minute. And what do I get for being a good guy? A prim vampire who's setting off every nesting instinct. For the love....I'm buying expensive pillows, and walking around saying things like 'MINE!' Not cool, goddess. Not. Cool. Fix it, please. Sincerely, A disgruntled wolf shifter.

Evan Bishop is your typical hotshot doctor. Instead of working on the family ranch, Evan broke the mold and became an ER doctor. He's good with his hands - in more ways than one - smart as a whip and is the definition of God's gift to women. Being a gentleman is in his Southern roots, but that doesn't mean he isn't flawed. Exclusive dating has never been a top priority and his tragic past makes him stay at arm's length. Deciding to let loose for a wild night, he takes a page from the Bishop brother's relationship book and hooks up with a mysterious girl he'll never have to see again.

I've just had the best two weeks of my life! Who'd have guessed that a big part of my rehab would involve giving a gorgeous psychologist private lessons in sex? The problem? I'm hooked. I want more and that wasn't part of the deal. But I have a job to go back to, and she's already pushing me away. So what the hell am I going to do? Still, as a quarterback, I know some things need a playbook and I'm used to winning. So before I walk away from this incredible thing between us, I'm going to use every strategy I know to convince her that the only hands she needs are mine.

I saw her first. Blonde. Gorgeous. Feisty. I was smitten. But it didn’t matter because she chose him, and he was my best friend and roommate. I’d never be able to compete with that, so I pushed her away instead. It was easy when she lived hours away, and I didn’t have to see her every day, but then she moved in with us. Now, I’m screwed. From her singing in the shower every morning, dancing in the kitchen while she makes coffee, and doing yoga in our living room, I can’t stop thinking about her in all the wrong ways.