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I met him on my last New Year's Eve in New York. Sparks flew. Madness ensued. And after the hottest night of my life, I ran out on him. Three years later, he and I come face-to-face again.

How did I accidentally sleep with someone, right? I know what you’re thinking. Whoops! I slipped and inadvertently inserted Tab A into Slot B. That’s not quite how it went. But my yoga instructor is really, really skilled with Tab A, if you know what I mean. Slot B never had it so good. What am I supposed to do now, as I walk into my yoga class and find the guy I ghosted this morning… there, in front of the class, perfectly aligned and grinning at me like he remembers touching all my chakras. He's perfect. Too perfect. He's so perfect he's ruining my job.

Nash Wilder Christopherson was the world’s golden boy. For fifteen years, she watched Nash race from the safety of her phone. Every single race, PR event, ESPN interview—she was there for it. He was the one thing that kept her sane while having to live the life her father forced her to. That was all he’d ever be to her, though. A face on the other side of the screen.

Eagle lived for one thing…the club. But when the Disciples MC became defunct, he felt lost. Needing to hustle and make more money, he took a side-gig at a swanky event center to work security. The money was decent, but the boss…she was everything Eagle always wanted in a woman. He stayed for her and no matter how hard he tried to resist her; she had a pull over him like no other ever had. And when another man goes a little too far, he’ll do anything to keep her safe.

I'm Sam Quinn, the newly married werewolf book nerd owner of the Slaughtered Lamb Bookstore and Bar. Clive and I are on our honeymoon. Paris is lovely, but I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched. Even after we cross the English Channel to begin our search for Aldith—the woman who's been plotting against Clive since the beginning—the prickling unease persists. Clive and I are separated, rather forcefully, and I'm left to find my way alone in a foreign country, evading not only Aldith's large web of hench-vamps, but vicious fae creatures disloyal to their queen.

Living in Dalton, Montana, was not what I had planned for this winter. But after my father’s sudden death, I uprooted my life to move into his tiny lakeside cabin and settle his estate. My friends tell me to sell his place and move on. But this winter is my chance to say goodbye. To remember a man who’d loved tales of Montana lore.

Four rules: No names. No pictures. No hesitations. Must be willing to be shared. Welcome to the Triple Crown Club - the filthy, dark, secret playground of the royal elite. The Triple Crown Club contains Royally Shared (book one), Royally Claimed (book two), and Royally Tempted (book three) of the Triple Crown Club series. This MFMM romance is all about her - no M/M.

Between his charming smile, sexy British accent, and swoon-worthy moments with his son, he's everything I need to stay away from. Loomis doesn't do love or relationships, and I have a penchant for falling fast and hard for the wrong men. But with every searing kiss and sheet-clutching encounter, I'm finding it harder and harder to remember that what we have is fake.

I’ll be ready to date again…someday…maybe after my boys are in college and I finally have the energy to think about myself. For now, I’m content to stick to my late-night fantasies about a certain coffee-bringing, suit-wearing flirt. At least, that’s what I tell myself until Dillon Freaking Henry shows up on my doorstep in my hometown, demanding that I let him out of the friend zone.

There's a moment when I forget he's not mine. This small spell of time, when I let my thoughts carry me away. He holds me. He kisses me. He makes all of this better. That moment when I'm his and everything is all right, is gone in an instant. It's quick and fleeting, moving so fast that it slips through my grasp. If I could catch it, I'd hold on to it forever. I always thought this thing between us would only ever be just that. A passing moment, a pleasant dream that helped lull me to sleep at night.

The deal was sealed the moment she stepped onto that stage. It was like seeing a ghost: sunshine-blonde hair, pale skin, azure eyes that held a thousand secrets. I didn’t know what caused her to end up on that auction block, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to have her - no matter the cost. A million dollars later, she became mine. Mine to break. Mine to use. Mine to keep.

Once upon a time I was a hero, until the sins of my father caught up with me, and I was forced into darkness. I should've died in that fire. Instead, I served evil men, until I risked it all by walking away. Now I'm a wanted man. At any time, I could be taken down for what I owe. What I don't expect to find in my hiding place is her—broken, beautiful, so damn tempting. I was hired to keep her safe. I shouldn't touch her with my filthy hands. But every day it gets harder, then she starts sneaking into my bed. Together, we're filthy, but we can find our way through the flames.

What the hell is she doing in my strip club? She wasn’t supposed to be a stripper. She was the new waitress, but when she got up on stage, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And when she started to strip, I had to keep my jaw from hitting the damn floor. Sorry, I’m not touching her. I’m not the man she once loved. She has no business being in a place like this - or with a man like me. She’s pure and innocent, I’ve got more demons than hell itself. I thought I was prepared for anything. But nothing prepared me for her.

I agreed to marry a bratva boss in exchange for him protecting my mother. The moment my paths crossed with Arsen Isakov, normality went out the window. I went along with his twisted plan of a fake marriage—all to keep my mother safe—and walked down the aisle towards him with my head held high. Nothing prepared me for becoming pregnant with his child. Nothing prepared me to learn the dark truths of our shared past. When I found out, I did the only thing I could: I ran.

I should’ve hugged her more. I should’ve loved her more. But the truth is, I couldn’t. Even after we were free, I couldn’t love them like that. Because I could never shake the feeling that each time they walked away from me, it would be the last time I saw them.

Moira MacNamara cannot stand Levi Abadi, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he's a literal monster. Who cares that the man can transform into a terrifying beast? The truly bothersome things are how he ambushes her in council meetings and wants to demolish her prime real estate on Lake Galen.

Dallas Barnes is tall, dark, and handsome. He's also scarred, rough, and broken down by burdens. A single dad. A widower. A lost soul. We found each other in the back of a dark pub. He brought the whiskey. I brought the bad decisions. He called it a mistake. I vowed never to speak to him again. That vow is broken with one test. Two pink lines have turned my life upside down. One night can change everything.

Watching his crewmates fall in love has left York craving a female of his own. That’s how he ends up being matched to a Parri female through a service to find bond mates. He’s excited until he actually meets her. Betrayed by her government in a bid for alien technology, poverty-stricken human Sara is doomed to be a prince’s sex toy, until she’s rescued on a planet that doesn’t take kindly to slavers. Suddenly free, she’s an outcast on her new home, treated with distrust...by everyone except a gorgeous, kind, huge blue alien. Too bad he’s getting married the next day.

I have two responsibilities as the new heir to the throne: Get married and ave babies. Sure, becoming queen one day is part of those new responsibilities, but as long as King Theo is in charge, I don't have to add a coronation to my list.

One minute my best friend from childhood is alive and well, and the next minute he and his wife are gone. One minute I’m a single guy looking for fun, and the next I’m responsible for two little boys. With those two little boys comes Mila, the aunt refusing to be cast aside although she wasn’t named their guardian.