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Some say I’m too soft and cuddly for a guy who wields bone saws and strings friendship necklaces with human eyeballs—but I just call that work-life balance.

The vast majority of theft, extortion, intimidation, harassment, assault, and even murder - in other words, the vast majority of man's inhumanity to man - comes not from the greed, hatred and intolerance that lurks in our hearts. Rather, it comes from one pernicious and almost universal assumption, one unquestioned belief, one irrational, self-contradictory superstition: the belief in "authority".

“If I catch you, I’ll own you. Now run.” I see a man in a mask with a grinning mouth and crossed out eyes unalive a man. But the mask slips and I see his face. Gray eyes. A scowl. I run. He catches me, and the next thing I know, the Bratva boss has taken me to his country estate, and I’m his captive. I beg, I plead. But he’s stone. I try to escape, but he anticipates my every move. Finally, he gives me a choice.

She’s scrappy and pure sunshine. He’s a 1,000-year-old vampire. Together they’re magic. Ever had life kick you in the teeth after it first stopped to shove you down the stairs? Yep. This used to be the story of my life. Until one day I saw an ad in the paper that changed everything—Wanted: Vampire’s Assistant. The list of qualifications that followed the listing for the job were ridiculous. Sturdiness? Not prone to fits of terror?

It occurred to me that nothing bad ever happens here. Every human life is perfect in its own way. We cannot understand that, because it seems like there is so much suffering. But maybe every life is perfect for we need to know and learn and see and understand. Even when we don't understand, even when the suffering seems unfathomable, does some part of us understand? Could that really be true, I wondered?

One day, I was a regular college student, working a boring job and studying for finals - and the next, I was transformed into some strange creature of the night. Now, I’ve got powers I don’t understand, I can change my appearance with a thought, and I’m having all kinds of odd...cravings. If I thought all this was gonna get me out of going to college, though, I’ve got another think coming. Nope, I still need an education.

Elizabeth, Lady Beauchamp, fears for her life. When she discovers her dissolute and long-estranged husband has syphilis—and he wants to beget an heir no matter the cost—she flees to a remote part of Scotland to begin a new life as the widowed governess, Mrs. Beth Eliott at Eilean Tor Castle. When Mrs. Eliott unexpectedly arrives on his doorstep, the reclusive and recently widowed Marquess of Rothsburgh is both irritated and intrigued. No longer in need of a governess—his young daughter now resides with his sister's family—he proposes the beautiful widow fill a position of a different kind.

We all have fears, but when we look closely at them, we discover that behind each fear resides a basic fear of ourselves. We’re afraid to look at our habitual styles of thinking and behaving because we might not always like what we see. Ironically it is this fear of honest self-reflection...

Family is everything; I always knew my father was a cold, heartless bastard. But the moment he took Elle Castlemaine and her pathetic daughter into our home, barely a month after our mom died, he unleashed something savage inside me. I didn't care they lost their home. Didn't care their father was behind bars. Didn't care he betrayed the notorious Stidda Mafia boss, Benjamin Rossi, and now their lives were in danger.

The emo kid, the loner, the cynical wallflower with an attitude. It's no secret that I've never quite fit in. But it's glaringly obvious now that I've moved to this Podunk small town that seems to run entirely on sugar, friendliness, and cheer. (And cows, an ungodly number of cows.) I hate it—this place where everyone knows everyone, and I'm still the outsider. Who wants to fit in anyway? I've never really tried, never even thought I wanted to…until I met him. Jimbob is living his best life out here, farming the fields of Kansas, well and truly happy. And I just don't get it.

In a world where magic means servitude, being giftless is a blessing. Mariah's twenty-first birthday was supposed to bring freedom: from expectation, from scrutiny, from the oppressive lord reigning over her hometown. When a summons from the Queen puts those dreams at risk, she has no choice but...

A life in chains was the deal I made with my father to win my twin's freedom. My soul is black with the things I've done to keep my promise. I never regretted any of it until now. Until her. Amalia Santiago's bravado and fierce defiance make me feel alive in a way I never expected. I was never meant to fall for her. I don't deserve to put my filthy hands all over her pristine body. She's supposed to be my prisoner. But now, she'll become my world instead.

Three years ago, a darkly handsome stranger stole my heart. After one night together, I was certain I’d found my fated mate—until he rejected me and disappeared like a shadow. I never told anyone about that night. I shoved the shattered pieces of my soul into a locked box and pretended I'd never met Kian. But when a witch whispers a dire warning in my ear one day, everything changes. Because I don’t just have one mate. I have three. Feral shifters, she calls them. Wild, untamed, and fueled by darkness, created by a magic no one has ever seen before.

No one in Imirath had ever seen a dragon, until five eggs long thought fossils hatched in the presence of their young princess, Elowen Atarah. Fearing the power his daughter would wield through her soul-bond with the creatures, King Garrick imprisoned her for many years, desperately trying to break the bond that united them, until a daring rescue saved Elowen from his clutches - but left her five precious dragons at his mercy. Years later, Elowen is now a woman determined to free her dragons.

What happens when you're injured and stuck with the one man who makes your blood heat in a way you've never experienced before? I've been on a path to redemption. Kayce Wilder, former screw-up. The bareback bronc rider with big dreams. I had it all figured out. Only, I didn't count on a ride gone wrong to leave me with no other option than to ask for his help. Zeke Rainer. Raine. The gruff cowboy covered in tattoos, surrounded by mysteries.

Between a mountain of debt that isn't mine, a threatening pack of asshole alphas that won't take no for an answer, and a restaurant that has never been my dream, I'm barely hanging on to my sanity. You'd never know by looking at me, though. I'm a pro at pretending, pasting a smile on my face, and telling everyone I'm fine. When a breakdown on the side of the road brings America's sweetheart omega to my front door, things get… weird. Liam Cordova—singer, songwriter, actor, model—makes himself at home in my tiny cabin for the night, whispering sweet words in my ear.

Emmett Hudson is just trying to play college football at Clearview Falls University while keeping all the balls from spinning his life apart. He thought he had everything under control until the coach threatened to bench him if he didn't get his grades up with the help of a tutor. Lucy Parker isn't into football players, except the one she's crushed on since high school. But he's the star quarterback and doesn't even know she exists.

Caroline will tell the story of how she came to Tasmania, when it was still called Van Diemen's Land, many times. She will cast her inventions into the future. Those who carry them on will call it history, but she will call it her life. Van Diemen's Land, 1839. A young woman of means arrives in Hobart. Leasing an old cottage next to an abandoned vineyard, Caroline Douglas must navigate an insular colony of exiles and opportunists to create a new life on this island of extreme seasons and wild beauty.

Rome and Dex's happily ever after is next.

Nothing gets me as heated as a bad call on the ice—until I save Laney Briggs from a wayward puck. She's got the brightest eyes and the cutest annoyed face I've ever seen. I probably shouldn't have offered to sign her chest. I really shouldn't have scammed my way into a date with her. But there's something about her that drives me wild. She thinks I'm an arrogant jerk. I think she was made to be mine. Now I just have to convince her that I'm worth the hassle.