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I was just a data analyst. I paid my taxes on time. I used to feed a cat that wasn’t my own and bake cookies for the office. I was a good girl. How was my reward finding myself penniless, broken down and stuck on the side of the road with everything I owned piled in the back, and all because I was being chased by the Mob? But then again, I must have had some luck left or he wouldn’t have stopped.

Liv had her life all figured out until it was shattered by the loss of her husband. He left her a piece of him she hadn’t planned on. How can she pick up the pieces when she doesn’t know where to begin?

Named A Most Anticipated Thriller of Summer 2023 by Oprah Daily ∙ Buzzfeed ∙ SheReads ∙ BookBub ∙ PureWow ∙ CrimeReads ∙ and more! Kira’s back in her affluent hometown for the first time in years and determined to unravel the secrets of her mother’s death—hidden in the...

I learned so much about myself at Werewolf Academy last year - like the fact that I'm an ancient werewolf princess with a knack for lunar magic, and I have four sexy werewolf mates. All of that seems pretty perfect, so what could possibly go wrong? One hint: everything. I thought the werewolf who killed my parents was the only enemy I had to worry about, but it turns out I was wrong. I have other enemies who are getting closer by the day. Will I figure out who they are, or will they get to me first? Getting to me will mean getting past my mates, who are willing to fight and die for me.

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything - and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways. It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. No feelings. No past. No strings attached. But I broke the rules.

Eight years ago, Ava and Joseph had the perfect future planned—he would go to veterinary school, she would embark on a career with an exclusive modeling agency, and they’d eventually get married and have three dogs and four children. But then a terrible accident changed everything. Unwilling to believe they could still have a future, she made Joseph promise to leave and live out their dreams without her. Joseph has never broken a promise to Ava...until now. Before he made that stupid promise to leave, they’d made each other another promise—one of forever.

The Bell family are terrorized by an invisible, talking poltergeist that has taken up residence in their home. While the children are beaten and harassed in their beds, their father is stricken by seizures, and visiting skeptics are confounded by a hateful, disembodied voice that ridicules their attempts at investigation. Centered around the person of young Betsy Bell, the Bell Witch haunting has been called the 19th century's answer to The Exorcist and has been the inspiration for such popular films as The Blair Witch Project and An American Haunting.

Rocker Jesse Pike’s chance at fame may be ruined when his drummer ends up out of commission. Jesse blames himself. If he’d been with his friend instead of shacking up with Brianna Steel, none of this would be happening. Now their big break as the opening act for Emerald Phoenix on a hugely publicized tour of Europe may end as they’re technically in breach of contract. Brianna also blames herself. She put herself between Jesse and his band for purely selfish reasons, and now Jesse and his drummer are paying the price. She desperately wants to fix things, but she doesn’t know how.

Writing down your dreams…that sounded pretty harmless right? Turned out, I was sort of good at it. Turned out, it made a good book. Because who knew you could make money from writing about the man of your dreams? Who knew it would pay to fantasize about a fictional character you had fallen in love with. But most of all, who knew that one day, a set of doors would open, and you would find out that he wasn't fictional at all...that he was real.

When Brianna Steel and Jesse Pike hold each other for what they fear may be the last moment of their lives, they realize they’re meant to be together for the long haul. But for Brianna’s cousin, David Simpson, and Jesse’s sister, Madeline Pike, the event has more far-reaching consequences. Dave, after helping his father and his Uncle Jonah deal with horrific happenings on the Steel property, needed a vacation. Joining his cousins on Dragonlock’s European tour seemed like a no-brainer, and hooking up with Maddie Pike was some decadent icing on the cake.

Beautiful Brianna Steel has her life planned out. Graduate college early. Check. Work with her father in the Steel family orchard. Check. Marry Jesse Pike. No check there. Jesse has never given her a look. Finagling her way onto a rock and roll tour with Jesse and his band, Dragonlock, should help move her final goal along. At least Brianna hopes it will. She’s been in love with Jesse since she was fourteen years old, and though she’s had several relationships, no one compares to the darkly handsome rocker.

Rich boys don't fraternize with the help. They don't care about the help. They don't protect the help. I should've remembered those lessons before I handed over my trust to four gorgeous, domineering boys. But I didn't. And now, I'm not the only one who's been hurt. Someone out there is toying with me and my family, and I don't know who to turn to or who to trust. I never wanted to play this game. But since the pieces are already on the board...I'm sure as f--k gonna play to win.

My name is Medley Bell, and if you had told me this time last week that I was demon, then I’d have said you were nuttier than a squirrel turd. Of course, that was before I started seeing the strangest things. I’ve always been a little off, but it took stumbling into a backwater bar to understand how different I really am. So when two drool-worthy guys stop by to tell me that I’m Hell spawn just like them, I’m more relieved than shocked. I mean, it sure does explain a lot.

Fresh from a high-profile fall and looking for a clean slate, Assistant U.S. Attorney Alex Hayes is assigned the one thing she swore she’d left behind: a stack of hopeless habeas petitions. But when a routine case file reveals a chilling confession from a former prosecutor—a buried witness statement that could unravel a twelve-year-old murder conviction—Alex is thrust into a storm far more dangerous than she expected.

Sadie Hill has a lot going on. New job, twin boys, deadbeat ex, and a mother from hell. Her life is chaos, and no matter how hard she holds on, every plan she makes flies straight out of her grasp. The last thing she needs is for her devastatingly hot coworker to become her new neighbor. A distraction like Barrett does not fit into her precarious plans for the future.

I'm a witch. Not a powerful witch, mind, but as Grandma liked to say, it's all in the kindness, not the power. Grandma is gone now, but her dream of having a witch shop lives with me. So, when the opportunity to run my own shop presents itself, I move across the country to take it, no questions asked.

What should have been a highlight of my life turned into me becoming a runaway bride after seeing my fiancé doing something no bride should ever see. And instead of celebrating my marriage at my reception with my loved ones and adoring new husband, I'm getting drunk at a dive bar with a handsome stranger.

My name is Maeve Banks—Type A single mom, oldest daughter, and renowned interior designer for millionaire bachelors. And the new Mrs. Logan Matthews. The latter title is not something I wanted, but something I was forced to do. And for good reason: My adorable six-year-old son. The guide for my perfectly controlled life was simple: No dating or distractions. Focus on my son and my business. Everything was going to plan until the night Logan Matthews—one of the world's youngest and most eligible billionaires—sits down next to me at an airport bar.

“I had to sneeze.” I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

Josh Landry is one of the hottest bartenders in New Orleans. He’s shown many a female tourist that things are definitely big and easy down here. And he’s now been celibate for a year. Because he finally met her. Yes, her. The One. But, after nothing more than a hot good-night kiss and a promise to meet up again next year if they’re both still interested, she went home to Iowa. It’s been a long year.