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A lie. Presenting a false impression. To be deceptive. That’s what I am. A lie. My family sees one version of me. The world sees another. Neither is real. I like it that way. Prefer it even. And then there’s her. She sees right through the lie. Through me. And no matter how much I try, there doesn’t seem to be a damn thing I can do to hide from her.

Even one year ago, no one would have recognized Jack Felgate at a bar. But after his steamy breakout TV role, he's surprised to be swarmed by fans during a night out with friends. When the practical bartender CJ intervenes to fend off his admirers, he's grateful—and more than a little eager to stick around for an after-hours drink–turned–tryst. Five years later, Jack shows up to set for his starring role in (yet another?!) adaptation of The Great Gatsby only to find CJ is the film’s production designer.

Since the day she married her husband, Lo Harper has watched her happy ever after slip away before her eyes. Feeling lost and alone, she’s stumbling through life, each day getting longer, harder, and more hopeless. She doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on. Until she meets a stranger who ironically becomes a lifeline after he nearly runs her down. He’s charming, kind, and he doesn’t pry. He’s just there, making Lo smile, distracting her, if only briefly. Because she will always return to the pain. To the heartbreak. To the unshakable guilt.

The Manor—the heartbeat of hedonism and pleasure, the place where Jesse Ward lost himself for years in women and alcohol, escaping his past—was his life. His everything. Until the day Ava O’Shea walked through the doors and Jesse discovered something else to live for.

My boss walked in on me buying magic juice online. And now he's demanding to be my baby's daddy! All he wants in return is for me to be his fake wife? My grumpy billionaire boss is the bane of my life and my embarrassing crush. So I must be crazy to agree to his proposal, right? A marriage of convenience for him, and in return, I'll get a pregnancy to fulfill my grandmothers wish.

Tasked by his chieftain, Sigvard the Nameless will do whatever it takes to save his people, and the whole of Sestoria, from succumbing to darkness. He’ll travel the continent to claim a magess said to be so powerful, she can wake a sleeping mountain. It won’t be a true bonding. One must have a heart for such things, and Sigvard’s went dormant years ago.

When I discover my boyfriend is cheating on me, I quit my job, and move to take up a role as the PR manager for a hockey team. Only problem? There’s a mix up. Now I’m stuck sharing a flat with the grumpy, hockey captain who's a former marine. Worse? (or is that better?) there’s only one bed! Even worse? My ex too has moved, as the captain of the rival team, ugh! When my enigmatic roomie realizes how much I want revenge he comes up with a plan.

I wasn’t supposed to be on the beach that night. Neither was Declan Beauchamp, the super-hot, super-bad-boy upcoming actor. He saved me from being hurt. But his life changed forever.

Living a life free of demons and finding forgiveness had always seemed unattainable to Jesse Ward. And yet Ava O'Shea offered him a chance of happiness, the possibility of a happy ever after. Their affair has been an intense whirlwind, full of highs and lows, and now Jesses finally on the cusp of realizing what he always thought was impossible. Love. Marriage. Acceptance. Except for one very important thing. The final part of Jesses past that he's kept from the woman of his dreams. Because surely Ava will walk away if she knows about the most damaging skeleton in his endless closet.

Jesse Ward has stumbled through life drinking and indulging himself within the rooms of his high-class sex club, The Manor, numbing himself to the pain, grief, and guilt of his wrongs. Pleasure and alcohol are his medicine. Hedonism is all he knows. It’s how he copes. How he survives. Until Ava O’Shea strolls into his office and knocks him back with her breathtaking beauty, ambition, and drive.

I’m not that kind of girl. The kind who falls for her wealthy, inexplicably attractive, and totally unavailable male friend. Sitting on the sidelines, I’ve watched women throw themselves at the sexy British bachelor Sterling Quinn, and vowed I would never be one of them. But now the tables are turned. Sterling needs to get married, something about an old-fashioned inheritance requirement. And suddenly I’m not just working PR...I’m thrust into the role of matchmaker.

Emery would think Rhys Roman was insane if it wasn’t for this annoying ability she’s had her entire life: she can read minds. And oddly enough, she can’t read his. Suddenly, Emery is ushered into a dark, deadly underworld of the city she loves where Rhys is reigning king. Or at least he is until the curse plaguing him and his vampires turns them all into feral bloodsuckers.

I’m stuck in New York after ma agent makes a bloody mess of an otherwise good endorsement contract for a sports towel company, and this crazy American holiday - Thanksgiving - is in two days. The invitation to spend it in Mendon, Massachusetts with the Jacoby family is about as appealing as rotten haggis. As far as I can tell, Thanksgiving is about stuffing yerself silly, watching pathetic American “football”, while fighting with relatives ye only see once a year. Ma firm answer is nae. Until I remember Amy is part of the family. Suddenly, I’m available. Eager, even.

Marriage? "No thank you, sir!" has always been Lady Calliope Seaton's answer. But she needs access to naval documents to rescue her brother Spencer. And she'll do anything to get them—even wed disreputable navy officer Nathaniel Fitzgerald, the Duke of Kelford. Nathaniel has been obsessed with the daring bluestocking since she broke into his office. And to claim his inheritance, he needs a wife and an heir. So he proposes a marriage of convenience. Moving into Nathaniel's decaying Mayfair mansion and taking on his three untutored sisters would challenge even the bravest new bride.

I never wanted to fall in love. My sister's disappearance damaged me for such things. I've devoted my life finding her—no matter where that leads me. I could never have imagined it would bring me to him. A human with haunting celadon eyes and a determination that rivals my own. He's strong, brash, and gorgeous. Maybe that's why I was caught off guard when he acknowledged that I was a covert agent. It's a secret few know, and if word gets out, I'm as good as dead.

I’m the guy that smiles as I plan your downfall, laughs as you cry in pain, tells a joke as I read you your last rites, and howls as I send you to the hell you deserve. I’m the good guy, wrapped up in a warped, depraved package of sin, a savior destined for the depths of hell. My life is perfect. My friends are psychotic. Everything is how I like it: uncomplicated chaos—until her. She thought she could destroy me, ruin me in the worst way. The thing is, I love a challenge, and the only one getting destroyed in this twisted little game is her…in the best way.

The rules are simple: Humans from Enom are allowed to cross the forest, Jereena are killed on sight. Double standard, but as Jereenan had taken their land, not many Wilderlings have questioned it. Lana, an enforcer sworn to obey the alpha, doesn't like it, but never has she considered saying or doing anything about it until now. Then things become complicated when the prince of Ennom comes through with a battalion of Jereenan soldiers....

Now that I’ve found my soulmate, life has never been better…But of course as a Cold Tethered couple, happiness doesn’t always last. Soon, my nightmares are being haunted, my future threatened, and my bond with Caz could slip right through my fingers. I hate that it’s come to this, but we’re now facing the biggest fight of our lives. Limits are tested. Blood is shed. Hearts are shattered. My only hope is that, through it all, everyone I love makes it out alive.

Overprotective rake. Daring bluestocking. A marriage of convenience between opposites…who fall head over heels. Marriage? “No thank you, sir!” has always been Lady Calliope Seaton’s answer. But she needs access to naval documents to rescue her brother Spencer. And she’ll do anything to get them—even wed disreputable navy officer Nathaniel Fitzgerald, the Duke of Kelford.

Dear Fiona: I hope this letter finds you well—and by well, I mean significantly less infuriated than you were yesterday. I’ve wanted to continue our conversation from the night we met, but there are so many things I can’t say or do, now that I’m your professor. As an anonymous letter writer, I can give you some idea of what I have planned for us, once the year is over. As an author, I can share my work in progress with you. Not for you to critique but to show you how much you mean to me.