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Forced to marry the wealthy Count Casbian by her power-hungry father, Margrete turns to the gods, praying for a life free from the men who wish to rule her. Across the sea, a ruthless immortal answers . . . Planning to use Margrete to reclaim a powerful relic stolen from his people, Bash, a devilishly handsome king, kidnaps Margrete on the day of her nuptials. Bringing her to his home, the mystical island of Azantian, it isn't long before a devastating secret is revealed—one that ties Margrete to the gods themselves.

When I met Alec Hayes in Vegas, I thought I'd stumbled into a love affair with the man of my dreams. Alec's sexy, confident, and charming. Our night together was full of laughter and the kind of toe-curling kisses that tempted me to believe in fate for the first time in years. Until I flew out to LA to surprise Alec and ran into the unnamed half-brother he'd admitted to despising. But I know Oliver Rhett as soon as I see him.

David Holloway is used to hard assignments. Now, he faces his most difficult yet: cozying up to the soft curves of Swan Jamison. He wants to know the island beauty ... in every way. But romancing Swan as part of his SEAL team’s mission tests his honor, even as his feelings become increasingly real. Soon, he must make a choice: duty...or desire?

Ezra Greene has made a pretty decent life for himself. He has a nice apartment and spends his days doing the one thing he's always loved - creating art. Despite being somewhat of a grumpy recluse, he's even made a few loyal friends. When he takes a side job painting a mural at a local holistic center, he can't help being curious about a certain friendly and self-assured yoga instructor, even if he doesn't buy into any of that Zen crap. He swore he'd never be molded into anybody's belief system again.

We had an instant connection the first time our eyes met from across the dance floor. The connection grew later that night in my hotel room when we couldn't keep our hands off each other, or so I thought before waking up to an empty bed. When she showed up four months later, pregnant with my baby, I still had no idea she was my teammate's little sister until his fist connected with my jaw.

Dude, Bro is a humorous guide to surviving college written by comedian Bread Foster. Dude, Bro will provide articles, episodes, and truth (under the guise of guidance) about college life, mixed with honest stories from a mildly psychotic student. After extensive discussions with fellow college students who were part of his college experience, the most frequently uttered phrase was, "How did we survive that?" and Bread wants to teach future bros how.

Did you know that during a pyrotechnic display, a single firework travels 481 feet per second and can take out a small village? Did you know it can also singe the ball hair off of any man standing within a mile radius of said-pyrotechnic display (and singed ball hair smells a lot like a sh*t-filled baby diaper that's been lit on fire), and it can make a vintage wedding dress go up in flames like a barn full of dry hay?

What happens when your life goes to crap the week of Christmas? You invite a hot Marine you met in an airport bar to come home with you for the holidays, to distract your crazy family from the truth. With a handsy aunt, a meddling mother, and a father concerned for the wellbeing of his daughter's eggnog, there's no chance Sam and Noel will have time to fall in love...or will they?

One house. Two owners. Paige Miller has inherited a house in the small town of Johnson City, Texas. She’s elated to be back and has already started making plans to remodel the 100-year-old home exactly how she remembered it as a little girl. There’s only one problem. Lucas. The moment Lucas Foster sees the old home sitting on 50 acres of prime land, he has one thing on his mind. Sell it. However, there is one obstacle literally standing in the way of his plan. Paige.

A car crash. A fake story at the hospital. She warned me when I dragged her from the nightmare that was her life that she could very well destroy mine. I didn't listen. I didn't care. I brought her into my home. Into my life. Gave her a job. My Pandora. A goddess amongst mortals who opened a jar and obliterated my world with her beautiful evils. But from the moment I saw her, I knew she had to be mine. Consequences be damned.

Henry Gauthier: Bassist. My brother's best friend. And my first love. He's also the man I grew to hate after a one-night stand went horribly wrong. I've spent the last three years successfully dodging him. Now, fresh out of a bad relationship and living in a new city, I finally feel like I'm starting to get myself together. And when an opportunity to produce Wild Minds' newest album presents itself, I can't help but jump at the chance of a lifetime. Even if it comes with a caveat. Three weeks in Hawaii, an impossible to meet deadline, and Henry Gauthier.

Cupid hits a few roadblocks on the way to Sam and Noel's hearts after their whirlwind Christmas romance. N*pplegate 2016, a stray stripper, and a regrettable mix-up with narcotics are just the tips of the arrow when it comes to shooting these two with happily ever after. Nothing seeing a grown man wearing an adult diaper and wings can't fix...hopefully.

After years of trying to get back home to be closer to my daughter, I finally secured a spot on the newly expanded San Francisco Shockwaves. Juggling being the newly appointed Captain of the team and taking on full-time fatherhood to a teenager sends my life into chaos. I quickly find myself needing someone who can pick up the pieces and keep my life in order as I certainly can't do it alone.

I’m cursed. Yes, really. I broke a boy’s heart, because he wasn’t romance hero material, and his nonna cursed me to live out my favorite plotlines...without the happy ending. Consider my track record: Second-chance romance? Turns out my old flame returned home to cook meth, not take care of his parents.

Escape. That was my sole focus. Forget the headlines, forget the threats. Forget what happened? Never. I fled the big city in the desert to hide in a small town amongst the pines. My plan was to blend in, work until I had enough money, then vanish. There’s just one problem: I didn't factor in having a boss like Connor Vale.

Sam and Noel have had more than their share of mishaps since they met, and are starting to wonder if they might be jinxed around the holidays. But what could possibly go wrong during a beautiful celebration like Easter, when spring is in the air, eggs need to be colored, baskets have to be filled, and cute little bunny decorations need a home?

I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.

Nate Ellison's just an ordinary, average college student trying to make the grade in Southern California. Well, definitely not ordinary...and totally not average. You see, Nate's a Troman - a nearly seven-foot-tall guy who's half war troll, half human - and he's working undercover as part of a secret government project, the Monster Exchange Program, to investigate crimes that involve the occult. Once on campus, Nate tries to lay low, struggling to navigate college life while also unraveling a mystery involving the disappearance of several beautiful co-eds.

As the black sheep of the family, choreographer Cassidy Bliss vowed she'd do anything to get home in time to help with her sister's wedding and avoid family disappointment . . . again. She just never expected "anything" would involve sharing the last rental car with the jerk who cut her off in line at the airport this morning. But horrible times apparently call for here-goes-nothing measures.

The second Annie Daschle tumbles into my arms, I'm a goner. When she asks if we're hiring at Wasted Words, I can only say yes, even though we aren't - it's that early on that I realize I can't say no to her. Not when she asks me to show her around New York, even though I already know I should stay away. Not when she asks if we're friends because I want her so much more than that. But she isn't mine, and she never can be.