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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.

Vixen North is over dating apps, ghosting, and holiday loneliness. All she wants for Christmas is a man who won’t disappear faster than a snowflake in July. Her best friend’s suggestion? Go sit on Santa’s lap and ask for one. One tiny problem...the mall Santa just happens to be her best friend’s dad. Cole Saint might wear the red suit, but there’s nothing saintly about what happens when Vixen climbs into his lap after hours.

I let my guard down. And got screwed over by a woman without even knowing why. But it won’t happen again. Because the only thing I care about is burning this whole place down.

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?

There were three things and only three things I knew for sure about the woman sitting across from me at the family dinner table every night for the last week. She was completely off-limits. She was my brother’s fiancée. And she was my absolute obsession. Fact of the matter was, I’d also seen her first. Which meant it was only fair that I crept into her bridal suite the night before the ceremony and took her virginity. She retaliated by slipping into my hotel room and taking something of mine. An appendage.

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.

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.

Atlas Cliffs, Maine. Drew Harlow’s soul vibrates with creativity. Home from college and ready for surfing, bonfires, and romance with her love, the talented mystic’s magic flows through her paintbrush, unexpectedly bringing the Neptune Point lighthouse into vivid life. But after her struggles leave the art unfinished, she’s startled by the appearance of a ghost whose cryptic warning leaves her canvas dripping red.

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.

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.

Prepare for the worst, but hope for the best. That's what Lily Calloway and Loren Hale try to do when his father schedules an "important" meeting. The problem: after being swept into the public eye and battling their addictions, they're not sure what the worst is anymore.

Buckle up, Buttercup… Three nosy relatives, two jobs, one fledgling side hustle, and zero roommate prospects. No wonder Ada Russo is saltier than the rim of a margarita glass. When her brother’s best friend lands in Lennox Valley needing a place to stay for the summer, Ada’s spare room is the logical choice. What’s not logical is the way Jesse Bailey, one of her oldest friends, suddenly has her fantasizing about taking stupid, sexy risks. Jesse never planned on returning to the life he fled eight years ago.

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.

When fake rumors spread like wildfire—like having three-ways with her boyfriend's rock climbing brother—Lily Calloway retreats to a dark place: her bedroom. Loren Hale is more determined to keep their sex life private, even from their friends, and he helps Lily in the only way he knows how. But how much love is too much? Their lives are filmed, watched, and criticized. And through it all, Lily and Loren have to face enemies they never thought they'd see, demons they don't know if they should bury, and setbacks they didn't think they'd meet. Not this soon.

Olena MacMillan is a hot mess. Feeling like she has a permanent seat on the struggle bus, she can't seem to get her act together—or stop embarrassing herself. Desperate for a fresh start in her hometown, Olena needs to focus. On getting her life on track. On resuscitating her landscape design business. Definitely not on the gorgeous landscaper she's stuck working with. But something about his intense green eyes and hunky lumberjack vibe has her babbling non-stop.

Dr. Soula Smythe is the youngest (and for my money, the prettiest) Medical Examiner in Nashville, Tennessee, only I didn’t know it last night when I was between her legs and she was just, Soula. This morning, we meet again at the workplace—the county morgue—and if I wasn’t concentrating on not spilling my guts from the nasty fumes of this D.O.A., it’d be awkward as hell.

My father hired security for me due to heightened exposure. My father is an exceptional man but being the daughter of a billionaire comes at a cost. I've always been in the spotlight and can never let my guard down. That is until I started developing feelings for my bodyguard. He's mysterious, he's quiet, always does what he's told, to protect me. But now, I don't want him to protect me. I want him to take over me, devour me, anything. I know it's forbidden and my father would not accept it. I can't help myself. I am Eve and my bodyguard is the forbidden fruit. I just want one bite.

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.

I'm done juggling dead-end jobs and deadbeat boyfriends. It's time to nail down my goal of owning a hotel—and fix my friendship with my ex-best friend, Jack Colson. He's a big-shot investor, and I'm going to need one. Nailing him barely crosses my mind. I might actually get my life in order, especially if I snag the deep (and deeply weird) discount for staying an entire weekend at my dream property. It's hard not to fall in love with the place.

We failed. The one person we relied on since childhood betrayed us. And here we are, running for our lives and facing an impossible decision. Do we stay and fight for our brother, or do we let him go? We traveled to a different world to find him, we went through irreversible changes for a chance to rescue him. I refuse to accept that there wasn't a reason for his betrayal. We can't stop now.