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Carter Kingsley: My savior and ruthless corporate raider hell bent on destroying the newspaper I love. Oh, and my new boss. His first order of business? Cut half the staff. I should hate him. Easy, right? Wrong. I met him two weeks ago, when he saved me from the most awkward first date of my life. I was looking for a way out when he strolled up in a ten-thousand dollar suit with a winning smile, and told a white lie that turned the date from hell into heavenly bliss.

In The Trip to Echo Spring, Olivia Laing examines the link between creativity and alcohol through the work and lives of six of America's finest writers: F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Tennessee Williams, John Berryman, John Cheever, and Raymond Carver. All six of these men were alcoholics, and the subject of drinking surfaces in some of their finest work, from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof to A Moveable Feast.

I finally went to get a tattoo. It was supposed to be a beautiful white lily, but the big, grumpy tattoo artist had something else in mind. Only, he didn't freaking tell me before he got started. When it's time for the big reveal, I don't see a pretty flower; I see his name tattooed across the back of my shoulder. He says I'm his. That I'm his mate. My friends tell him to go to hell. That we're suing. But this grouchy beast isn't shaken. He doesn't care one bit and keeps saying that he's marked me, so I belong to him now.

People aren’t as they seem. And history…I’m still attempting to reconcile the truth with what I was previously told. My new allies have an agenda, but I have one of my own. Though there’s overlap—we all agree Dante must die—what I desire more than anything is to return to Lore before he levels the kingdom to find me…or loses his humanity trying. I may favor crowns over coffins, but I refuse to live in a world where my mate only exists as a bird.

I was drowning in the bottle, done with it all. The fame, the crowds, the fans, the spotlight. I just wanted it all to go away. I've been on top of the country music charts for twenty years. And I was ready to give it all up. I was ready to give up on myself. Until she walked into my life like a ray of sunshine lighting up my dark world. Lola Lively. The hottest new thing in country. The hottest thing I'd ever seen. With a voice so full of life, it made my dead heart beat again.

Pilates Teachers' Manual is your guide to becoming a great Pilates teacher! I discuss everything about being a Pilates teacher, from certification, class preparation, and scheduling, to working in studios, gyms, and in clients' homes, online and beyond! This podcast is for YOU if you are a current Pilates instructor, an aspiring Pilates instructor, or anyone who wants to learn more about the world of teaching Pilates!

Carrie might be lost, but she's exactly where she needs to be—in the big tattooed arms of a hot possessive mountain man. This obsessive alpha knows how to treat a city girl right!

My brother’s billionaire best friend is my new boss. The same man who’s hated me for years, you ask? Yep, the very one. Nicholas Park has the worst reputation in the city. He isn’t a man you befriend—trust me, I’ve tried. No, he’s made it crystal clear what he thinks of me. Vain. Spoiled. Undeserving. I could probably continue, but then I’d have to ask Nick for his list, and he’d say no.

When Olivia Molly Rogers was crowned Miss Universe Australia, she knew exactly what she wanted to shine a light on: her struggles with disordered eating and anxiety. While many of her Instagram followers are eager for her fashion, art and insanely cute dog content, the heart of Olivia's audience is there for her refreshingly honest voice on body positivity and mental health.

I’ve loved Rafe Cohen since I knew unavailable artists with piercing amber eyes and reckless tattoos sparked my young, inexperienced heart. If only the man knew who I was. But, as it turns out, I can be reckless too. That’s how I end up in Rafe’s print shop with my legs around his waist and my innocence in his talented hands. He insists our one night stand is just that: one night. He’s not a relationship guy.

Julian Hunt is a legend. A tech billionaire and a playboy philanthropist. He’s not someone you meet, not without a six-month wait. Except I did—and not in that sweet, meet-cute kind of way. I wish. No, I manage to run head-first into Julian Hunt in a nightclub. It’s the spill-my-drink-over-his-suit kind of headfirst, the break-my-heel kind. But the arrogant bastard doesn’t leave. No, he carries me to my car. He implies that I fell on purpose to catch his attention—how dare he!—and after I’ve chewed him out, he asks for my number. I don’t expect to see him again.

All my life, I was trained to be the perfect killer. An assassin. A ghost in the night. The sort of phantom that gives grown men nightmares. But the woman who raised me to hunt dragon shifters made a mistake, and that blunder left me marked. Magical. Determined to undo all of this, Zurie is now at war. With me. My former mentor won't stop until I'm dead, but we know each other too well. Moves. Tactics. Fears. Strengths. Weaknesses.

It's been two years since the end of The New York Billionaires. The five couples are all busy enjoying the holiday season. Who's been naughty or nice? What secret has Audrey been keeping? And what on earth do you give Victor St. Clair for Secret Santa?

As Lucy Muchelney watches her ex-lover’s sham of a wedding, she wishes herself anywhere else. It isn’t until she finds a letter from the Countess of Moth, looking for someone to translate a groundbreaking French astronomy text, that she knows where to go. Showing up at the Countess’ London...

A surprise gift is exactly what Adriana Jones needs to improve her vacation, and a bracelet with gems will do the trick. Except once it’s on, she’s faced with two problems: The bracelet is actually meant for Andrew Jones – the renowned and utterly gorgeous archaeologist, and it will not come off, no matter how hard she tries…Andrew Jones needs this bracelet if he wants to find an ancient lost treasure deep in the jungles of Colombia. And there’s no way he’s letting Adriana’s mistake cost him his career.

From the outside, Sole Regret's lead vocalist, Jacob "Shade" Silverton, seems to have it all - fame and fortune, self-confidence, and sex appeal. He also has a sweet young daughter who rules his heart. On the inside he knows something's missing from his perfect life and longs for the right woman to make his broken family whole. His new lover, Amanda, might be the one.

Tell Me: Gabriel "Force" Banner has been unable to get a certain sexy accountant out of his head. Sole Regret's inventive drummer has created big plans to keep sweet Melanie entertained all weekend long. When they leave behind the bustle of New Orleans and the rock 'n' roll, their romantic weekend seems to be back on track. But life has a way of butting in at the worst possible times.

At the turn of the 20th century, Vivian Lesperance is determined to flee her origins in Utica, New York, and avoid repeating her parents’ dull, limited life. When she meets Oscar Schmidt, a middle manager at a soap company, Vivian finds a partner she can guide to build the life she wants—not least because, more interested in men himself, Oscar will leave Vivian to tend to her own romances with women.

For the five rock gods of Sole Regret, finding love is easy, keeping it is hard. This anthology contains the first three novellas in the One Night with Sole Regret series. In Try Me, Sole Regret's crafty drummer, Gabe "Force" Banner, seduces a straight-laced accountant before she realizes she's talking to a rock star.

She's the ultimate temptation. One that I can't touch yet one that I can't resist. Her father was my best friend in the Navy SEALs. He gave his life for mine. And how do I repay him? By lusting after his only daughter. The last time I saw her she was a kid. But she shows up on my doorstep in trouble and she's all grown up. All grown up and irresistible. But she's off-limits for an old grizzled mountain man like me. I owe it to her father to keep my hands to myself. But I want her.