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Kenzie is a void witch. Only a handful have ever existed. And now she's trying to find out where she belongs in the paranormal world. Thankfully her mates have never cared about her witch status. They love her for her - even if one of them is playing hard to get. Kenzie plans to make Hunter beg.

As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. As a prisoner in the arena, my greatest battle won't be for my life. It'll be for the heart of a woman. Once I scented the human, she was mine. Every part of me hungered for her. To touch. To taste. To take. But she belongs to my enemy. Claiming her will cost me. I may sacrifice everything. My revenge. My life. My very soul.

He says he needs me to help prove his brother's innocence. If this goes wrong, the small life I've carved out for myself on Thodos III will vanish—and take me with it. His heated touches drive me to the edge, sweet words full of promises. But do I dare for anything more?

In this dangerous dance of manipulation and hidden motives, a connection sparks between us that defies logic. I know deep down that it's all a charade, a means to an end. He seeks his escape, and I crave liberation from my contract. Yet, amidst the tangled threads of our alliance, doubts seep into my mind. Is he using me as a pawn, a mere tool in his grand scheme? Or am I deceiving myself, trapped in a web of my own illusions?

After endless days trapped in this cage, freedom seemed like a distant dream—until the wounded Vinduthi was thrown into my cell at the brink of death. Still, the will to fight smoldered through him. And when I asked him to give me a claiming mark to shield me from the designs of our captors, that spark ignited into a blaze that threatened to consume us both. Yet his stoic nature leaves me wondering . . . Does the passion I see flickering in his eyes only reflect the yearning in my own heart?

Every single dream I ever had blossomed. Hall-of-fame career in the NHL. Check. Friends and family. Check check. A woman who held my heart in the palm of her hand. Triple check. But my world came crashing down the day I lost my first love along with our unborn baby. I closed up my heart and surrounded it with an impenetrable wall of ice. And for years, no one got through. Until the day I read a Facebook Market ad that changes everything. She needs me. Her kids need me. And once again, I have a mission in life. There is someone to save.

Dream On: Since her husband Jack left her five years ago, Kate has done nothing but dwell on the anger and feelings of betrayal, vowing to forget their 20 year marriage and move on. But she can't. She dreams about him every night. When Jack suddenly returns without explanation, Kate fights the attraction between them. Hands On: Freelance reporter Mark Whitman has just scored an easy assignment: write an article for Total Man Magazine about Lara McKenzie, sex educator and expert on self-pleasure. The red-hot redhead he meets is a complete surprise in every way.

Life for Alice Liddell should be normal. Work, family, and her general sucky life back at her parent’s house, working as a slutty elf in Santa’s shop. But from the moment Alice wakes up from a terrible fevered dream, nothing feels ordinary. With visions of strange creatures, an obsession with creating top hats until her hands bleed, and an inexplicable attraction to her married neighbor, Matt, she feels like she’s going crazy. When her illusions start to turn into full-blown hallucinations, her family feels they have no choice but to find her help.

Lucy West wasn't looking for a husband at the Monster Match. She was just there to admire some gothic architecture and score a free meal. Then she met him. Viktor Adamovic defied science. Literally. He was a monster who'd been stitched together from multiple, um, donors and resurrected centuries ago. Lucy liked him immediately. But the protective, possessive beast he kept leashed beneath his polished exterior? She wanted that guy in a big way. Then the weirdness really hit the fan when he proposed a marriage of convenience. To her!

Andrew Bode, CEO of the Bode-Wynn military contracting firm, is convinced he and Tab will never get along. Unfortunately, the infuriating—and sinfully tempting—stylist is his ticket to a major account. The only way to get what he wants is to agree to Tab's terms: a style makeover. However, Drew has a few terms of his own, most of which involve her naked in his bed. But neither of them are prepared when their lust-fueled hostility turns into something altogether unexpected . . .

A good pint of ale, heating up the sheets with a beautiful woman, and living by my own rules. The only thing I try to avoid? Commitment. And I've got a three-year success rate to prove it. So why am I suddenly knocked flat on my ass whenever Grace is around? The beautiful, funny, totally off-limits massage therapist may knead the knots out of my back, but she sure as hell makes other parts stiff. She's on a mission to rid her life of toxins. No alcohol. No red meat. And, yeah, no man parts.

For years, I was close enough to fame to touch it. Taste it. Drink it. Until one more drink became my answer to everything. Until one night I made a mistake which couldn't be undone. So, I cut all ties to my former life and the addiction that destroyed it. And I left in search of redemption on the other side of the country. After months building a new future, I thought my past had stayed put. Until I opened my front door to find she'd followed me.

The Monarchs told me their pretty lies and tricked me with their gorgeous bodies. They took the trust I wasn't willing to give and shattered it into pieces. I made a vow once to teach these bullies a lesson, but instead it's me who has learnt the hard way deceit can't be washed away with merely a stick of gum. It'll take a deep-rooted thirst for vengeance and sweet justice from the Candy Crusher to right the wrongs dealt onto me. But that's not up to me to pursue. If the Monarchs want me, they'll have to catch me, and then I'll make them sorry they ever did.

Once upon a time, a girl saved my life. I was p*ss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge. She stopped me. I told her to f--k off. Exactly how all great love stories start. A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab. She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in. And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge. Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie. She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.

I execute many roles: owner of the NHL's Carolina Reapers, CFO of Silas Tech, and genuine fan of all things professional sports. One thing I'm not? Chaotic. I've made my billions off of structure, discipline, and very little risk. So when a friend asks if bombshell romance author Daisy Lewis can shadow me for a month while researching characters for her upcoming release, I don't hesitate to say yes. I mean, she's an author, it's ninety percent typing and quiet time, right? Wrong.

Love is honorable but selfish. Love is a record of my wrongs. Love had fractured in trials but held on for the truth. And the truth was he'd hurt me, yet I loved him. He'd left me, yet I followed him. But I was done with Leo Baudin. And as soon as the semester was over, I would be done with Paris. But until then, I would learn the rest of his secrets. The ones they whispered about behind his back. The ones that had the entire city watching his every move. The ones that held him hostage.

When Thor disappears to get away from the intense pressure of being the heir to the Northlands, his father asks Linea to use her tracking skills and deliver an ultimatum to his heir. Linea knows Thor will be furious and blame her as the messenger. She'll have to face him anyway and prove to herself that she's no longer a young, infatuated girl, but a strong and unapologetic woman who owns the quirkiness he once ridiculed her for. Problem is that the last time she saw the large and angry Nman, Thor threatened to spank her if she came back. He wouldn't, though . . . or would he?

Everyone in my culture knows emotions are dangerous. In Old Europe, we learn how to suppress romantic feelings and follow the rules of no commitment. Now that I'm working in the Northlands, I'm preparing Nmen for a life in France, teaching them how to flirt, have sex, and move on. The part that bothers me is watching the men practice their flirting skills on my fellow instructor, Sparrow.

I know where to find my happily ever after - between the pages of a romance novel. It's why I sell books, why I blog about them, and why I'll never get disappointed by love.

Walking the line, exercising self-control, and respecting boundaries was never my thing. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife - the number-one rule you don't break when you're a prospect for the Satan's Knights. I fell in love with the former vice president's wife. A lethal mistake on my behalf that only left me bitter and standing on the edge of an overpass. I would've jumped if it hadn't been for the terrified girl, crying on the other side of the fence. She was 17 and the district attorney's daughter. She was also pregnant with my little brother's baby.