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Juliette Brennan. Tenacious. Beautiful. Formidable. The minx. She never expected his persistence, nor the way her body warmed each time the devil came around, which only made her fight the attraction that much harder. She had vengeance to deliver and now there was blood on her hands. She had her secrets and she intended to keep them. Let the world think she was crazy, out of control. It made her real sins easy to hide.

When Lauren vanishes, it’s all hands on deck. In a race to find her, all the men of Triple Canopy go on the hunt. Lauren is one of their own, a member of the team. But only one man stands to lose everything. Logan’s hell-bent on finding the woman who taught him love is peace not pain—even if it means he dies trying.

Stefan Sabbioni showed up uninvited in my bedroom on my 16th birthday. He stood in the shadows smelling of whiskey and death and wrapped a broken, blood-crusted necklace around my neck. I thought he'd strangle me with it. That night, he left a message for my father. He said he'd be back to take something precious. I never delivered that message, though. I wonder if things would be different if I had because now, two years later, he's back. And he's not hiding in any shadows.

I’d traded my hand in marriage for his help so I’d save my seat at the Syndicate’s table. Now, I had a secret husband. Cold and calculating Killian Brennan Cullen. The hottest man I’d ever met. And the heir to the Irish Cullen mafia.

Sometimes you need to crash a funeral to experience happiness. At least Kissimmee Singh, aerial artist for Singh Circus, the most sought-after traveling circus of all time, keeps telling herself that’s why she crashes funerals. In reality, she’s lost and confused. Sometimes it’s nice to experience other people’s grief and be reminded that life isn’t as bad as it could be.

I had spent my life trapped in a gilded cage, surrounded by villains. The cruel man I was forced to marry saw me as a lesson to be taught, stripping away every piece of my spirit until all that remained was my shadow. He left me in darkness, alone, except for the one flicker of light in my miserable existence: my adoptive daughter.

Three sexy-but-psycho monsters. The witch they're determined to protect. And a high-stakes heist about to go very wrong… I've made some pretty questionable choices in my life, but summoning the dark goddess to save my sisters? That was just plain stupid. Now I’m in her debt, and goddesses don’t exactly do payment plans. She wants the blood of the dark fae warlord of Midnight, a realm of exiles where the sun never rises and torture is a competitive sport. It’s a death trap only three men have ever escaped—my newly appointed escorts.

Paige isn't looking forward to spending her summer trying to wrangle kids who can turn into animals. But no matter her own feelings, family comes first. This job is the only way she can afford to send her little brother Archie back to camp this year—and now, more than ever, he has to get better control of his bear. All she has to do is keep her head down, work hard, and make sure Archie doesn't get distracted from his shifting lessons. There's just one problem, and it's six-foot-five and wearing a suit. The charismatic, confident, devastatingly attractive camp manager…

Summer in the Hamptons is predictable. Lavish parties. Polo matches. Private yachts. So the surprise arrival of Charlie Marlborough causes an excited stir throughout the higher echelons of society. The upper crust he’s come to impress. Wealthy elites he has to impress, or risk losing everything.

Emma Krist is a dud - a person from a powerful line of witches with no magic of her own. Not only that, but she's full figured instead of thin, like her gorgeous, talented cousins, and has dishwater brown hair and muddy hazel eyes to match. So she figures there's no way she'll be chosen as the Bloodlust Sacrifice for the new vampire Sovereign. Not that she would want to be - what girl in her right mind would volunteer to be a sex slave for a year, giving up the rights to her own body and sexuality to a dominating male who likes to bite? Not Emma, that's for sure.

The second book in the bestselling dark dystopian fantasy series from hugely popular dark romance author Nicci Harris, where Dahlia, a young woman raised as a “lace girl,” meant to soothe the brutal men who go to war, but when her best friend dies giving birth, she finds herself on the run with a baby that belongs to the regime, and her only hope the brutal, seven-foot Lagos.

Number 99, Dash Taylor. Rookie defensive end for the Boston Tomcats. Two hundred eighty-five pounds of fast-twitch muscle. Nickname: Big D. This tiny dancer doesn’t think I’m boyfriend material. I used to think that too. I’ve been a beast on the field and in the bedroom, but now I’m going to prove that I can be a man for her...and for our surprise baby.... See, I had a bad attitude my whole life, and that’s why my college coach sent me to take ballet lessons as punishment. The real punishment? Being taught to plié by a beautiful ballerina who refused to date me.

The Amazon jungle holds many dangers, as Kathleen McKnight well knows after her mission to bring down a drug cartel goes horribly wrong, leaving her the only survivor on her team. Determined to find the mysterious man who saved her, she returns to the jungle a year later only to find it holds more secrets than she could have ever imagined. Since saving Kathleen, jaguar shifter Connor Anderson hasn't been able to get her out of his mind. When she returns to the jungle to seek him out, he only knows one thing: that he must claim her for his own.

When I tried to blackmail Ezekiel St. James, I thought it would be easy. Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with. Turns out I had no idea who I was dealing with. The moment his steel-grey eyes locked on mine, I knew the game was over. He knew exactly who I was. What I’d done. And he wasn’t going to let me walk away. With his immense wealth and power, he had me kidnapped. He could make me disappear. I’m no easy prey, though, and it’s not just my life on the line. I have to protect my sister.

Reagan Elliot should be living her dream. She's touring with Exodus End as their new rhythm guitarist and gaining more notoriety and fame than she ever imagined possible. She's earned the devoted love of not only one, but two spectacular men. Her committed threesome with sexy guitarist Trey Mills and her hunky bodyguard Ethan Conner is stable, loving, deep, and satisfying for all involved. But sometimes the world sees things differently and is determined to destroy what it doesn't understand.

What's the actual last thing you'd ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot, drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to "Come and Get Your Love" like Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy - naked? Yeah. Me too. And yet, here we are.

Dear grouchy neighbor: I’m considering your offer and need clarification before proceeding. Despite being an artist, I think you know that as a busy New Yorker, I am also practical and straightforward. That said, I need to make sure you know that this could never turn into anything serious. I don’t care if you’re trying to get over your ex-girlfriend or hoping she’ll eventually want to get back together with you - just don’t project your messy feelings about her onto me.

Everyone on Main Street has been talking about Evan Hunter, the British movie star who’ll be filming on location in our small Pacific Northwest town for a couple of months, and all I have to say about that is: “Who?” When he shows up two weeks early to escape the London paparazzi after breaking up with some starlet, all I want to know is: “So?” When he walks into the gym that I manage for my dad and brothers, to start training for the action scenes in his movie, I’ll admit I do say to myself: “Hmmm...”

Drawing my online clan and planning my escape from my mother - these are priorities. Or, at least, they were, until three huge alien males came to abduct me and take me to their planet. But it's not just a simple process of probing and then releasing me back to Earth. All those movies are lies. These three males keep me. And I'm suddenly a cadet at an Omega Academy. None of this makes any sense, to begin with. Never mind the three alphas I can't seem to avoid. But they say we have a connection and that we're a circle, whatever that means.

I’ve been in hiding for four years. On the run from the man in whose bed I once slept. I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. Took something I shouldn’t have taken. And he’s just found me. But it’s not just my safety I have to worry about. I have a little boy. His little boy. The secret baby of a Russian mobster.