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Call girls aren’t meant to have relationships, but my mercenaries are a little too hard to resist. Good thing I never minded breaking the rules. The guys have another big job to do, but they need my help…again. And this time, it’s a family affair. Girls are going missing from their cousins’ clubs, and it’s our job to hunt down and kill the culprits.

I never asked for my tiara. My dreams were always bigger than a palace. They're as big as the world. Being fourth in line for the throne should have guaranteed me freedom. I thought I was one step from walking away forever, but a long-forgotten rule forces me to run instead. I refuse to marry a Duke and bear an heir to save our titles. I trust my brothers to find a way to save my future, but first, I need to save myself. Only, I never expected to meet danger...and Kannon Adams along the way.

Once upon a time, I made a deal with the devil. It turns out I like playing in the dark. Over the years, I’ve become someone I’m proud of, someone dangerous. I’ll never be as dangerous as Malone, though. She’s one of the most feared leaders in Carver City, and her reputation is more than earned.

I am flawed and damaged. My capacity for love is limited and only I can repair the pieces of my shattered heart. A relationship with Alexander Stone will never work. But he is everywhere I turn. In my mind. In my heart. And in my soul. I cannot deny him. He is my addiction and I'm unable to stay away.

Max Stinton is the sinfully gorgeous villain whose company torpedoed my life eight years ago. Arrogant. Charming. Steely eyed. We meet again when I accidentally fix his car instead of trashing it (like I should have). Do I get a thank you and a bouquet of flowers? Nope. In return for my auto repair, Mr. Hotshot traps me in a draconian contract. The terms are simple—become the face of Stinton Auto and my daughter remains a secret from his awful family. Protecting my daughter is what I live for and loathing Stinton Group is the air I breathe.

I'm the only female smokejumper in Northern California. Fighting wildfires surrounded by sweaty, chiseled, ax-wielding hunks. I could usually ignore the gorgeous men around me.... Until I met the three of them. Foxy, the tattoo-covered goofball who's always making jokes - and who smiles like he wants to tell me a secret.

The first time I met Weston, he was my psychologist. I never planned to see him again. We lived in two different worlds. He was responsible. I was reckless. He was the good guy. They'd labeled me as out-of-control. He was harmony on a warm beach day. I was the hurricane that erupted through. But one night, I called him to rescue me. And he did more than that.

I know men like him. Powerful. Arrogant. Trouble. The world is his playground. The playboy prince, the tabloid favorite, and the bane of my existence. And unfortunately, he’s the only one who might be able to help me uncover the truth. We're all but shackled together as he works to help me find my stalker before another attack. I don’t want to trust him. I don’t want to want him. But letting Breck Waterford in might be the only thing to save us both.

Sold by my father to a group of strange men, I vow to never trust another male again. When my buyers turn out to be scientists who plan to experiment on me, I pray for a savior. Fate sends me a savage, horned alien alpha instead.

They are beings with no flaws, divine creatures with power sparking at their fingertips. A race so exceptional that it feels almost forbidden to think about them, especially for someone like me. I’m Rosadette Campbell, a seventeen-year-old girl who has nothing in common with those divine, worshiped beings. No, I’m a human - at least, that’s how we refer to ourselves. We pretend not to hear the litany of degrading slurs other races use to describe our kind. We were the dominant species once, but now we’re considered little more than rats.

One catastrophic night left me orphaned at the age of 17. Hunted by a murderer, Xander saved me from the pits of hell, braving a fire that would have ended my life. Hiding me from a killer, he became my protector, my best friend, but never anything more. Six years later, a friend is murdered at the hottest nightclub in Manhattan, again thrusting me into a killer's crosshairs. Now a detective with the NYPD, I refuse to hide, unyielding in my pursuit of justice, which has eluded me for so long. Determined to keep me safe, Sin forces me from the case.

It started as as a simple search for a landscape designer. I wanted a beautiful backyard for my new home, and my neighbors suggested I look into ward landscaping and design. The owner had no pictures of himself on his website. Just a portfolio of nice outdoor sitting areas, pools, and vibrant gardens that I’d always dreamed of having. Of course, I hired him. I expected to meet an average guy, but Mr. Marcel Ward is far from your average man.

After nearly losing his friend in a logging accident, Gage Barringer is convinced now more than ever that he needs to find a different job. But his side business of breaking colts at the small Montana ranch he inherited from his grandfather doesn't earn him enough money. He has his mind set on running The Raven's Nest, a popular bar and restaurant near his ranch. The original owner has died and Gage is waiting for it to be put up for sale. But there is a five-foot-four, brown-eyed obstacle in his way, an obstacle with lips made for sin and a voice made for breaking hearts.

Being stuck in the friend-zone sucked. I was done. Blake had been single long enough, and if I didn’t make a move, she’d get together with the wrong man again. Because the right one was me.

We woke up the next morning with more than we bargained for - wedding rings. Too bad I don’t believe in true love. I’d feel bad about it, but she’s got a strong opinion of me too. I’m a perpetual bachelor from her perspective. Crazily enough, this could work out for both of us. I need someone to keep my traditional Greek family from nagging me about settling down, and she could use some cash for reasons she doesn’t want to share. I know a good deal when I see one. And if she wants to end up in my bed all over again, all the better.

I’m a wolf who can’t shift, and because of that, I’ve been treated like nothing my entire life. I was tired of it—tired of staying in a place where I was constantly overlooked. The night I decided to leave it all behind, I found him—broken, bloody, and abandoned in the woods. I broke the rules and snuck him back to his side of the territory, knowing it could cost me my life. I wasn’t expecting him to want to get to know me. We’re from different packs, packs that have been on the verge of war for as long as I can remember. But despite it all, I fall fast and hard for him.

Lucia Vega is on a winning streak. Her book has taken the country by storm, and now it's being made into a movie. After years of chasing it, she can finally taste freedom. Reece Carras is one of the most powerful men in Hollywood. Handsome, rich, and generous, he's everything girls like her aren't supposed to dream of. But dream she does. And in his strong arms, she finds a freedom she never even knew existed.

My heart doesn’t beat, it ticks. It’s been that way since I was 16 years old and I caught my sister in bed with my boyfriend. I gave my heart to a boy who didn’t deserve it, then spent the next few years indulging in hard drugs and even harder sex. Life is easier when you don’t get attached. Casual. No commitments. That’s the rule. At least it was before he came along.

My life couldn’t get any more ridiculous. A few days ago, my son’s teacher wanted to berate me on my parenting style. I politely told her to f--k off, in so many words. And now? She’s sitting across the table from me at my first blind date in years. You can’t make this s--t up. Nothing has been easy since my wife left me and Hunter years ago. And yet, we persevered. He’s my whole world, and the last thing I have time for is a woman.

Thatcher Reed is unhinged. I’ve known that since he held me captive in a cabin at twelve years old. We were both left with the scars from that summer but pardon me for not having sympathy for my kidnapper. It took years and countless therapy sessions to finally move on from Thatcher, only for me to find myself within his reach again.