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I lived my life surrounded by luxuries, love, and attention. While at the mercy of lies, death, and deceit. I was tired of being just a pretty face. The woman who always had to prove her worth. When tragedy tears yet another gash in my heart, he was there to help mend my grief. But there was a mystery hidden behind those alluring diamond eyes. A whisper of ghosts and trauma from his past. Red flags I knew I shouldn’t ignore. Yet I couldn’t help the feelings blossoming within me or the fire that scorched my skin under his touch.

Living in Hawthorne Heights wasn't for the weak. Crime and violence surrounded us, but we did what we had to in order to survive. Not everyone made it out alive, though, when dodgy deals went wrong. My brother had proved that when he'd been killed right in front of me when I was twelve. I'd managed to dodge the foster system, thanks to my brother's best friend. Reid had only been a kid, too, when my brother had died, but he seemed so much older. He'd taken charge, making sure my best friend Logan and I never went without. We were a family.

How could you love someone who wasn't who they said they were? It was impossible to let them go, even though they deserved it. Did any of us even know the real Ander Lavaro? With the mafia closing in on us, time was running out. I couldn't lose anyone else, but they had their sights set on Zavier. There was no way we'd get out of this unscathed. If Ander had been honest from the start, none of this would have happened. This was bigger than us, so it was no surprise when the street crews got involved. With them by our side, we could handle anything.

Sophie Feegle needs a break. Rent is due on her crappy apartment and she's halfway through her last loaf of bread. Sophie doesn't have big ambitions. She only wants a job that will keep her landlord off her back, enough extra cash for whiskey at the neighborhood bar and a bit of free time to hang out with the naughty old lady next door.

My world was crumbling down around me right in front of my eyes. Reid hurt me. Logan broke me. Zavier almost got me killed. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. With no one to protect me, I had to rely on myself. Beckett was my only trusted friend, and she reminded me that I was strong. Until that one night, I let loose and almost lost what was left of me. And the last person I thought I'd see again walked through the door like he'd never left.

Movie star Aiden Hunt is as arrogant as he is handsome. It also turns out that: He’s my stepbrother. We hate each other on sight. I have to move in with him, his twin brother, and their best friend. When my career goes up in flames, I have no choice but to call my estranged father. He gets me a job on the set of a movie, but there’s a catch. The stepbrothers I never wanted to meet work there, too. Leading man Aiden Hunt is known as much for his good looks as the high-octane movies he makes.

Former Navy SEAL Kevin Monroe could spot a liar from a mile away. A well-trained government liar? They were even easier. And the woman sitting across from him in the White House briefing room spinning a tale of corruption, treason, and staged murder was a drop-dead, smokin’-hot professional liar with arresting eyes. The instant and undeniable attraction made her far more dangerous than the lies she told. Falling in love with Layla was out of the question. Yet, he’d give up everything to protect her—even from his teammates.

It’s the 1990s, and nothing ever happens in my small town in Texas. But then I met him, and I turned into his obsession. Hayden Drago is dangerously handsome, monstrous, and…a vampire. He’s a monster I only thought existed in fictional books or movies. I was never supposed to meet him. I’m a working college student, and one night our paths collided, and my life changed forever. I thought I knew the world I lived in, but that quickly dissolved after I got taken by him. He’s never letting me go, and I’m afraid I don’t want him to.

Owen Cullen was a dream. Not a dream come true though, because I’d never dared to dream. He was my wildest fantasy, a hallucination, a delusion. The handsome man who’d saved my life—twice. He was a real-life hero, and I was...what was I? Filth, that was what I was.

Maya Harper shouldn’t be alive. All of her co-workers are dead, yet somehow, she survived. But now she knows something. Something important. Something that someone will kill to keep secret.

Former GRS operator and Navy SEAL Garrett Davis is the walking, talking definition of regret. His guilt weighs heavy. The pain and misery he carries cripples him. When a tragic accident takes him back to his hometown, he’s not prepared to face the woman he left behind. The woman who should’ve been his—was his, until he broke her heart.

Gabe Harris was the walking, talking personification of a hero. And a hero was what I needed. My life went from boring to hair-raising with a stroke of a key. I knew better than to poke around on the dark web. But when my friend Kalee Solberg came home months after she’d been presumed dead, I couldn’t stop myself from looking into who was behind her capture.

Gannon Brewer is the epitome of my type. He’s at least ten years older than me, emotionally unavailable, and highly disagreeable—a walking red flag in a tailored suit. But do I listen to that? No. In fact, when his office plants start dying, I convince myself that I can ignore the pheromones and save the philodendron. Now I’m in his office every week, dodging sinful smirks and heated stares, reminding myself to reach for the watering can—not him.

In the year since I lost my wife in childbirth, I’ve been all about survival as I adapt to life as a single dad to our son. That’s especially true after my mother-in-law also died suddenly. Life has been way more than I can handle, but somehow I’m getting by, thanks mostly to the Wild Widows, a group of fellow travelers who make me feel less alone with my grief. They encourage me to hire fellow Wild Widow Wynter as my nanny, and that’s been working out great, until two things happen—she and my son go missing, and when they’re found safe, I realize my feelings for her are anything but platonic.

After defeating a Fae fanatic set on closing the portal between Earth and the magic realm, things are looking up for Sophie Feegle. She can finally relax, drink whiskey at her favorite ogre pub, and get back to the autopsy assistant job she loves. Maybe she’ll even go on a romantic date with a certain sexy fox-shifter. Yeah, right. Things never seem to work out quite the way Sophie wants. When Sophie recognizes the body on her autopsy table from a dream, her world is shaken again.

Grant Carter knows that fact intimately. The shrapnel sitting on his spine from an IED is a daily reminder. But the constant pain won’t stop him from working at the Resting Warrior Ranch, training service and emotional support animals to help people with PTSD—something else he’s intimately familiar with.

Carmela: Someone is trying to kill me. For weeks, I’ve been receiving letters at my club with the same warning: they’re coming for me. And they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. When my ex—a high-profile senator—says he’s flying in an experienced detective to handle the case, the last thing I expect is a cocky, condescending jerk who I can’t seem to take my eyes off of. Anderson Brooks is the worst person for the job, and now we have to work together to attempt to lure the murderer out, by putting on a show at my exclusive club.

Someone should tell Tate Brewer that one-night stands aren’t supposed to come with a sequel. I’ve learned the hard way—don’t be reckless with anything, least of all my heart. But after one too many vodka sodas, saying yes to a much younger, devastatingly smooth stranger for one wild night seems like the perfect way to forget my brutal divorce. I even gave him a fake name. What could go wrong? You’d be surprised. Because instead of being my spicy little secret, Tate is now the chief marketing officer at my new job.

Yes, I climbed into Jake Jensen’s lap and kissed the crap out of him in a crowded bar to make my ex jealous. Yes, I lied to my family and told them I’m in a relationship with the guy, even though he doesn’t know my name or my family’s connection to one of the hottest software companies in the US. Yes, I’m now on my way to convince him to be my fake boyfriend for my father’s company retreat in exchange for...whatever the heck he wants if it’ll get me out of this mess. And no, I’m not interested in his smoldering eyes or the way his hands feel against my body.

My reputation with women stinks. I'll admit I haven't always treated them with the respect they deserve. That's not to say I'm a bad guy or anything. What my sisters and cousin would call toxic, I prefer to think of as selfish. But I'm ready to change everything if it means I'll have a chance with the lovely, sweet, wounded Sofia Diaz—and her adorable son Mateo. They've been through a lot with her ex—and she's still dealing with him far more often than I'd like—but I'm prepared to be there for both of them, to do whatever it takes to make them happy.