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I was a workaholic executive—until I almost died. It took a near-death experience to get my priorities straight, And I knew big changes had to be made. Priority #1 was spending more time with my kids and mother, So I quit my job and bought a beach house on Cape Cod. With the sun on my face and my toes in the sand, I met one of the beach rangers, Who turned out to be the hot single dad next door. Dylan helped me move some furniture, And I offered him dinner to thank him for his trouble— Not knowing it would end with dessert.

Soreya Lang has never met a male telepath before, let alone one who is willing to die for her on an interplanetary mission gone wrong. Risking everything, she acts on her instant telepathic and physical connection with Esca and encounters a level of psychic power she never knew existed. Esca can’t believe he’s finally met the female who will complete his sexual and telepathic triad. He promises himself that if they survive, he’ll take her back home, introduce her to his enigmatic First Male, Ash and pray that biology will do the rest.

Health has been made too complex! That is why I am writing this book. I want to help you understand four basic concepts of health – that is it! If you live a lifestyle that involves these four basic concepts holistically, you will find true health and well-being. To find true health we first have to have a plan that shows us how to find it. That plan is right here, in this book! With a plan, we can reach our destination. Without it, we are lost.

Austin Barrington is nervous - but hopeful - when his mail order bride, Georgia Langley, steps off the train. From the few letters they've exchanged, it seems they have a lot of the same ideals and goals. He is concerned that an educated young lady from Boston might be scared, bored - or both - living on a ranch in Wyoming, but he hopes she will be able to adjust and that they will make a good couple.

He caught me spying on my enemies and could've had me killed. Instead, he says he wants to help. To give me a future, freedom, and most of all, revenge. I want that, too. I want everything he has to give…even though I know he’s hiding something.

I fell for the enemy. A man whose actions resembled the devil so closely it was sickening. But I learned from my mistakes. At least I thought I had. Until I’m tempted back into his life with a case I can’t refuse. Cole Torian needs my help. And I’m unable to deny him. This time, I voluntarily put my career on the line. Along with my safety. My heart. My sanity.

It all started when I decided to leave the biker gang. The leader killed my father and destroyed my family. I will not rest — until the bastard’s dead. When I return to town, I have only one place to stay.... Carlisle’s Pub. The owner is a gorgeous woman with perfect curves. Her sexy eyes melt my soul. Her touch is just what I need. Regina’s pub is the best place for me to draw the rival out. But I can’t unleash my demons on her.

Sadist had lived the last 10 years with one goal in mind. To make this world safer for people like his family. He lived to protect his fellow Demented Souls, his club brothers. That didn't leave room for the softer parts of life like a wife or family. He didn't know if he could share the secret that kept his brothers alive. But who would be willing to let him keep those secrets from them?

Nathan Tolley’s wife is gone, leaving him adrift in a vast ocean of bitter white that promises nothing but heartache and despair. Yet, his weary band of travelers continue to look to him to secure their safety. But Nate’s no leader. Every decision he’s made on their dangerous cross-country journey has taken them from bad to worse. First Detroit. Then Chicago. Now, Wyoming, which proves the deadliest of all.

With 12 years under his belt as a highly-regarded paramedic in Detroit, Bobbie Badger has seen it all. Despite a tragic loss that shattered his home life, he has remained a stoic guardian to the city, committed to saving lives. Until someone, or something, chose him as a target.

As ominous warnings surface, and those closest to him begin to turn up dead, Badger's only salvation could rest with his estranged wife, Holly - a combat veteran and sheriff's deputy.

Will skill, passion, and determination be enough to overcome what hunts him?

I definitely wasn’t there to find a new man, but when I felt my cheeks burning at the sight of him I knew it wasn’t just another damn hot flash. So when he asked me to go back to his place to ring in the new year, he didn’t have to ask twice. But we ended up sharing much more than one wild night. I’m technically old enough to be a grandmother, but now I’m pregnant.

In A Way with Words II: Approaches to Literature, Michael D.C. Drout leads a series of lectures that focus on the big questions of literature. Throughout, he introduces the major schools of literary and critical thought and employs illuminating examples from the world's most important literary works. This course proves a wonderful exploration of one of humankind's most cherished pursuits.

When a rugged stranger with soulful eyes showed up and asked me to take a round with him, I soon learned just how good this carpenter is with his hands. But there’s another side of Pax unlike anything I’ve seen. At the risk of sounding certifiably insane, when I was attacked by a client, Pax changed from the man I’d come to love to a snarling, ferocious bear.

After Dean Thompson broke my heart 28 years ago, I left my hometown and never looked back. Now my adoptive parents are nearing their 80s, And even though they’re shifters, they need help more than they’d care to admit. So I packed up my life and my hormonal teenage daughter And finally headed home to Carlton. Just as we were getting settled, Mom accidentally started a fire at her chocolate shop. And who showed up to put it out? Friggin’ Dean.

My husband sent pics of his eggplant to every woman in Florida. And once I caught on, it was time to divorce the pig. I packed up the RV we’d planned to drive cross-country together, and headed off on an adventure, all on my own. I rolled to a stop in Carlton after finding a paramedic job.

An introvert like me had no business giving readings on stage, trying to prove myself to skeptical strangers—like the hunk across the room arching his silvery brow at me. The stormy-eyed firefighter asked for my help, looking for clues about his fallen comrade’s death. But the moment I envisioned bear paws instead of his buddy’s hands, weirdly enough, I made a believer out of him. I thought that was the last I'd see of Hugh, until he showed up at my door, wanting to know if I could tell him more—and then showing me a wild night neither of us would ever forget.

Have a divorce party, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. It was, until I ended up in handcuffs. A group of Karens rained on my parade at the winery And in my drunken haze, I mooned every last one of them— Along with the responding officer called in to arrest my ass. Not a good look for a teacher starting off in a new little town. When he cuffed me, I stumbled into his rock-hard body, But he softened up once he brought me down to the station, Taking pity on me and caring for me throughout the night.

When I said I needed a midlife reboot, growing pumpkins in a town full of bear people wasn't what I had in mind. Neither was falling for one of them. I should've been more specific when I asked the universe for a change.

My husband got into a fight and plunged off a bridge, leaving me to raise our two children on my own. After struggling for the last fourteen years, I pack up my kids and move in with my crazy old aunt in Carlton. I land a waitressing gig, and the moment I meet the head chef, his deep green eyes have me spellbound.

Decades ago, he was my first love, my biggest heartbreak— And the mate I was destined for all along. I’ve known Dex was my fated mate since we were teens. He was the quarterback with an easy smile and dangerous charm. I was the nerdy witch with cat-eye glasses and a hopeless crush. As complete opposites, we were so wrong for each other — Or so we told ourselves. Twenty-five years later, I’ve made a good life in Salem.