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Heidi swore she'd never date her coworkers, let alone her best friend's ex-boyfriend. But when Landon Wright shows up at Wright Construction as her sexy new boss, the office gets heated - and there's only one way to cool it down.

When I moved in with my brother’s best friend, I thought it was temporary. Weston Wright would be in LA with my brother for six months. I’d get the place to myself. Until he comes back and asks me to stay. I take one look at those beautiful baby blues, the dimpled smirk, and muscled arms, and say yes. I want to say yes to a lot more, but I’ve dated exactly one boy my entire life, and not only did he cheat on me with my bestie, now they’re engaged. I don’t even know where to start with dating. But when I mention it to Weston, he offers to teach me.

Grant Manwhore. Adrenaline junkie. Lead singer of ContraBand. What you see is what you get. I make no apologies for my actions, and by now no one expects any from me. I live my life the way I want, and as long as it pushes the demons back, then I'm solid. I've never needed a chick for more than a good lay. Why would I need just one when I can have a different one every night? Until she walks into my world.

The fourth book in the fantasy Ascension series that NYT best-selling author Susan Dennard called "perfect for fans of Sarah J Maas". War is on the horizon. All while a new power grows strong, threatening the very balance of good and evil. Desperate to save her homeland, Cyrene goes in search of the dragons that may be the key to ending this battle - and heal her dying friend. Can Cyrene master her magic to save the world?

Author K. A. Linde presents One Cruel Night, a prequel to the Cruel series.

When Liz Dougherty’s first reporting assignment for her North Carolina college newspaper finds her covering a state senator’s impromptu press conference, she has no idea how drastically her life is about to change. Senator Brady Maxwell may look the part with his devastating good looks and impeccable style, but his politics rub Liz the wrong way, and she’s not going to let him off easy. Liz’s hardball question catches Brady off guard and shows her editor, Hayden Lane, that she’s headed places as journalist. But to Liz’s surprise, she’s also headed for a secret, high-stakes romance with Brady Maxwell.

On the other side of a portal, Kerrigan Argon lands in the home of the gods—alone. She's lost everything: Her family. Her magic. Her world. Even her dark Fae prince, Fordham Ollivier, has disappeared. She has nowhere to turn, and no idea how to survive in this new world. The first kind face in the crowd gives Kerrigan hope. Until her would-be helpers kidnap and deliver her into a new kind of hell and the only chance to get home—the gladiator ring. Win the gladiator tournament and receive a gift from the gods. Kerrigan is determined to gain that boon to save her people.

After the loss of a friend and a false imprisonment in an Eleysian dungeon, Cyrene has no interest in destiny. Her heart was shattered, friends scattered, and her home is nothing but a pretty illusion. Even her magic won't cooperate. Only desperation can turn her to the last person she should trust: Prince Kael. His darkness mirrors a growing force lurking within her. A struggle she never imagined threatens to consume her. And as friends and foes begin to show their true colors, she starts questioning whether anyone is who they seem.

Against all odds, Kerrigan Argon passed her dragon training. She's now an official member of the Society. Everything should be well. But somehow, nothing is. Her dark prince, Fordham Ollivier, has disappeared in hopes to beak his curse. An unwanted wedding looms in her future. And the council election draws ever nearer. An election that she's been unceremoniously nominated for. If all of that wasn't enough, the Red Masks, an anti-half Fae, anti-human terrorist organization, are gaining ground. All because they have a spy inside the mountain, inside the Society itself.

For Reyna Carpenter, giving up her body isn't a choice. It's survival. In a civilization laid to waste by poverty and desperation, Reyna accepts a high-paying position with the wealthy and hungry vampire elite. Her new job is as the live-in blood escort for the intimidating, demanding, and devilishly handsome Beckham Anderson. He's everything she expected from a vampire, except for one thing - he won't feed off her. Reyna soon discovers that behind Beckham's brooding, wicked façade lies a unique and complex man.

I'm in love with two men. But I can only marry one. And today is my wedding day. The bridesmaids button my wedding dress. They titter excitedly as the music begins. My groom is waiting for me. I walk down the aisle prepared to say I do. All according to plan.

Derek Ballentine and I have always been on opposite sides of everything. I went to a public Savannah high school. He went to a private Catholic school. I went to Duke on scholarship. He went to UNC as a legacy. When we both end up at Harvard for graduate school, and we’re finally on a level playing field, I think it’s all going to change. I was wrong.

Whitton Wright is too good to be true. And I learned long ago that things that are too good to be true…usually are. When he danced into my life, I accepted that this wasn’t going anywhere. He’s tall as sin with a tailored suit on his immaculate body, and full of charm, saying just the right thing to get me to melt. There’s no way that he could be real.

Gavin King is six and a half feet of delectable billionaire with a devil’s smile that says he knows exactly what he’s going to do to me later. Because he has. Three years ago, I caught him in the shower and promptly fell into his bed. But neither of us were relationship material. Not to mention I’d just broken up with his best friend.

Chase Sinclair should be my enemy. Wrights and Sinclairs don’t mix. Not with years of history and turmoil between our families. A rivalry that only seems to fester and corrode with time. Except I’m done denying what I want. We both are.

She was supposed to be a one-night stand. A way to sate my sexual appetite. I let her glimpse the man I am. The face that I hide behind my carefully cultivated life. But she ripped open that divide - and there's no going back. Now, she's here. In my city. I don't care that I'm Manhattan royalty and she's the help. Only that she's living in my summer home. With me. And I want more.

I always wanted a nice, normal boyfriend. The kind you could bring home to your parents. Instead, I fell for Austin Wright. We tried this once and failed. Hard. I swore the bad-boy Wright who set my body on fire would never get a second chance, because our love is heroin-laced-gasoline-addicting and destined to go up in flames.

He’s too hot for this small town. Too polished for this seedy bar. And a hundred percent my type. Our connection is immediate. The desire is blatant. I’ve never felt anything like it. Then, I make the mistake of a lifetime: I let him walk out. I’m still kicking myself when I show up to my best friend’s Wright family pool party. I walk outside and stop dead. He’s here. And he’s a Wright cousin. My best friend’s brothers are off limits, but she never said anything about her cousin.

At 17, I left Isaac Donoghue behind to become a professional ballerina. When I return home to dance in the Nutcracker, I never expect to run into him. Let alone on my first day in town. I can’t help but admire him in a crisp suit with his toned soccer body, chiseled jaw line, and all too familiar piercing green eyes. I thought nothing could surprise me more. Until his five year old daughter runs out of the ballet studio. I’m only in town for a month. I shouldn’t get involved with anyone, especially the ex I’ve been pining after for years.

Lose yourself to the dark and glamorous underbelly of the Upper East Side in the final book in USA Today best-selling author K. A. Linde's billionaire romance Cruel Trilogy. Darkness swept in. Smothering everything in its inky black. In its wake, we became our own worst nightmares. How can we fight our way back? Do we even deserve to?