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I’m Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I’d managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I’m what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I’m skating, flipping ollies over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom’s new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand was now my new stepbrother.

JESSE REEVES wants to live life to the fullest. After a Kawasaki Disease diagnosis and an ICD implant, she's determined to make every moment count—including tackling her carefully curated bucket list. First on the list? A no-strings-attached one-night stand. Enter ASHER JAMISON, a charming stranger who helps her check that box. Their night together is everything she hoped for, and then some. But the surprise comes the next day when she discovers Asher isn't just a stranger, he's her best friend's brother.

I’m the oldest virgin in major league baseball. And I’m in love with a woman who’s about to marry someone else. Listen. It’s not like I planned to still be a virgin at twenty-eight. Or to fall in love with the team trainer, who apparently would rather date a guy who wears polo shirts instead of baseball pants. But life doesn’t always go according to plan. When I first laid eyes on Lark Miller, I knew she was something special. Unfortunately, so did her boyfriend.

Mine wasn’t a love story. It was a cautionary tale. A field guide for exactly what not to do if you ever found yourself in my size-six riding shoes. A reminder in case you needed another reason you shouldn’t fall for the bad boy who promised you the world and left you with a bullet in your skull instead. Or the glorified bodyguard who thought catching a knife to the gut meant he deserved a ring. And how to not use sex and adrenaline to cope with either. Both?

When I agreed to go to an escape room with friends, I didn't expect everyone to bail and leave me locked in a room with the hottest, most unattainable person I've ever met—my brother's minotaur best friend. Tension from the tight quarters and frustrating puzzles leads to heated confessions and the wildest night of my life.

Accepting a job on Spire Station sounded great in theory. Now that I'm on an enormous alien space station with no humans in sight, I'm questioning the sanity of that choice. When my best friend Mezli tricks me into using a pleasure sim, I find an unexpected connection with Breks, the intriguing alien running the sim. The only problem? He hides behind a holo and refuses to let me see his true form. For all I know, he could be a sentient ooze, but I'm too far gone to care. Now I just have to find a way to prove it.

I was an omega in heat. One wrong choice, and I lost everything. For two years, I've longed to flee my cage. Alphas bought me, traded me, and constantly abused me. They taught me that the only good alpha is a dead alpha. Now, I'm a pregnant omega with no hope of escape until one desperate act changes everything. It was going to be me against the world until Lucas Security hurtled into my life. I have never met three men more determined to protect me.

All Dr. Eden Mori wanted was to expand her horizons on the galaxy's largest space station, but when the only way to stop a black market sale of dangerous medical schematics is to get close to the data dealer, she's tasked with stopping him. Her partner on this mission? The dealer's estranged, hot-tempered mate. Can she reunite the pair and stop the exchange without getting her heart crushed in the process?

I survived my waking nightmare by terrorizing others. The only way to keep my secret was to make sure I was hated. Feared. Alone. And it worked—until my mother shipped me off to The Overlook. And then he showed up. Heroin Heartbreak is the hottest band around and Ty is the reason why. His blistering blend of sexiness, bad-boy charm, and killer voice makes him the perfect front man. But his adoring fans don't realize that it also makes him an arrogant, annoying, unapologetic ass. And he's determined to make my stay here hell.

What is a life? A collection of memories? A series of glorious highs and heartrending lows? Is it a purpose, cumulative or singular? Or is it something more? Something beyond what is tangible or immaterial? Something beyond even what is found within us. Is it a million little touches? A thousand laughing smiles? Hundreds of shed tears and dozens of stolen kisses on a few desperate sighs? Is it the thread of yourself that you leave behind in those around you? The lives you're unknowingly fated to change simply by existing.

No one sees me. Behind my brother, I’m a ghost, managing the family business that he claims to run. But I’m tired of second fiddle. I’m tired of pretending. I’m going to take what’s mine.

Then they came to me for help, three desperate men on a journey to rescue their brother. I was the only one who could get them through the portal, and as much as I wanted to turn them away, I couldn't. Something about these men called to me. I could sense a whisper of Nymeria inside of them, but that didn't make sense. They were only human.

I fell in love with them thirty-five million heartbeats apart and an ocean away. One shaped me at the scratch of a pen and the other remade me with the strum of a note. And the truth is that I loved them both, desperately. I never foresaw our worlds colliding. How the past and present would crash together and leave us with nothing but a blinding kaleidoscope of pain. How the threads of all of our fates were already so inextricably intertwined from the moment of those first meetings.

Everything in life has a price. Nothing is ever freely gifted. The universe always comes, whether in the brightest, cheek-aching second of the day or the darkest, most plaintive hour of the night, to collect its payment. To rattle and shake your world. To slither into the illusion of Eden painted by strokes of lies and deceit. And I had left the door open for it, welcoming the thief into my house to steal what was dearest to me. Even if I had done every unthinkable, irrational, detestable thing to prevent it.

I only pretend to be the town psychic—which means my crystal ball never told me I'd be moving in with my elderly aunt and dealing with her hot, grumpy neighbor. Sure, she's hilarious, and she's letting me stay in her tiny guest house in return for dealing with her "ghost problem." The catch? I don't really believe in the supernatural. Even worse, Ward Carlisle, her hunky neighbor, is a real pain in my pumpkin patch. The fact our families have been feuding over some land for centuries doesn't help, either.

We’re supposed to hate each other, but I need him if I want to live. I stole from the wrong mark— a disciple of the death god. Instead of a priceless treasure, I’m left with a killer curse. The only one who can stop it? A dark warrior known as The Sword, the most feared of all the death god’s worshippers. Wonderful.

Audited by a monster—sounds awful, right? I knew I shouldn't have opened my door, but when a seven-foot descendant of a death god comes calling, you answer. Especially if this Anubis is from the government, but I don't have anything to hide from the IRS. Right? Right?! Turns out, my mom—a.k.a. my business accountant—does.

Piper is new to town and starting over alone. A terrifying encounter in the woods one day sends her stumbling into the care of a brooding stranger. Now, in an effort to protect her from an uncertain danger, they're thrown into close quarters and spending all their time together. As their bond grows Aidan reveals the shocking connection between what she witnessed in the clearing and his tragic past. He's been punishing himself for too long and Pipers ready to help him finally move on.

My dad trained me to be tough and ruthless, so I could replace him someday as head of our shifter clan. Then I discovered my father wasn’t the man I thought he was. So I went freelance instead. Now, I fight for the underdogs my dad used to exploit. Sure, I get paid. But I don’t do it for the money....

Nothing bad happens at summer camp. That’s what my fellow camp counselors have convinced me of when the nights around the lake get a little eerie. But when the kids all go home and the counselors throw a party on our last night at Camp Clearwater, things change. None of us could have suspected that there was a stranger watching us, or that our machete-wielding visitor doesn’t seem to like that we’re here. But when I'm attacked in the woods, he unexpectedly comes to my rescue in the most ruthless way.