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Jace: They call me vigilante because I make my own laws. Because I get retribution when there's none to be had. Because my name is Jace Mercy...but I show none. Freya: Stood up at the altar, I ran from everything familiar... and straight into trouble. Now I'm the lone witness to a backwoods execution. A wanted woman with a price on my head.

Waking up next to my best friend? No big deal. Only our clothes are MIA. And his ring is on my finger. I didn't just sleep with my best friend. I married him. Post-breakup, I'm ready to console myself with books and ice cream. My best friend has other ideas. According to Griff, there's only one real way to get over someone: get under someone else. We've been friends since third grade. He's, ahem, experienced. I trust him. We go out. Drink. Dance. Kiss.

I've been kept in a gilded cage. Hidden from the world of men. I was naïve. I was innocent. Until him. Until the night the king of the criminal underworld took me as his own.

They’re not quite enemies, and not really friends. More like frustrated balls of sexual tension, Lance Gibson drives Mariah Malarkey absolutely crazy. He uses her office like a phone booth, and takes cupcakes from the corner of her desk like she baked them just for him. She didn’t. Maybe she knew the history teacher happened to love peanut butter icing, but that was purely a coincidence. Mariah has a way of getting under Lance’s skin, too. She calls him out on his crap, spoils him even if inadvertently, and, seeing the librarian in skirts, drives him wild. She won’t give in.

In the dark underworld of the Russian Bratva, I've finally claimed the object of my obsession: Lydia Ivanova. Beautiful and passionate, she's fire and ice, and I want her. I need her. Lydia is my prize. My spoils of war. Only she doesn't know that yet. Forced into marriage with me to protect her from those who would destroy us, I vow to keep her secure at all costs… even when she fights me tooth and nail. Can I protect Lydia without consuming her, or will our love story end in ashes? The stakes have never been higher and for Lydia… I will burn the world.

A vampire’s stolen my heart, but can I trust him to protect me? Until recently, I didn’t believe vampires existed. Now I’m being held captive and I know it’s not a coincidence. My captor isn’t human and neither is his thirst for me. I have to find a way to escape, and I’m certain Nic is the only vampire who can protect me. Or maybe I’m being blinded by how he makes my heart race in the best way possible. Can I truly trust one of his kind? When my captor says he wants me for himself, my human blood runs cold.

Leighton is my best friend. My subordinate. My girlfriend. That's the story we're selling. To our co-workers. To our friends. To everyone who's anticipating the breakdown of the year at my ex's wedding. It's a terrible idea. Then Leighton slides her hands into my hair and presses her berry lips to mine. And all that wrong fades to right. I stop pretending. I forget the woman who broke my heart. I forget our rules. I forget I'll be lost without her. I kiss her back like I'll never get enough. I won't. But I can't risk losing my best friend. Even if she's the woman who might finally unlock my heart.

Alison Baker is over love. Relationships are great. But peace? That’s priceless. The only way to get and keep a calm existence is to stay away from men. This is especially true for wealthy, charming, powerful men like her ex-husband. Then she meets Barrett Landry. He looks dapper standing in front of her in a suit, taking a glass of champagne off her serving tray. He pushes but she pulls. He asks questions. She tries desperately not to answer.

Eden Soul made the brave decision to flee the darkness of her past... And landed straight in the arms of Boston's most formidable and feared mobster, Sergio Montavio. She's penniless and virtuous. He's wealthy and wicked. She's innocence and light to his depravity and darkness.

Mallory Sims is late for her first day of work. After spilling her tea, she discovers she has no gas in her car. Add that her arm keeps sticking to her dress from syrup left on the console of her car, flustered feels like an understatement. Then she sees her new boss. Graham Landry is the epitome of NSFW in his custom-fit suit, black-rimmed glasses, and a look so stern her libido doesn’t stand a chance. Being flustered is just the start of her problems.

He’s my best friend’s older brother, off limits and incredibly tempting. I shouldn’t peak into Brendon’s sketchbook, even if the tattoo artist is as brooding and stoic as the day is long. I can’t help myself. I peel it open, run my fingers along the paper, soak up every ounce of him. His drawings are as beautiful and bold as his dark eyes and his cocky smile. Only, there, on the third page - that’s no tattoo mockup. That’s me. Naked. Ready. Waiting in his bed.

The day after I slept with Kai and Maddox, I married another man. I was young. Greedy. Selfish. Before I sold my body and my soul, I wanted one night for myself. So I lied. I pretended to be someone I wasn’t. Took what I wanted, no matter the cost. Ten years later, I’ve created a new life for myself. I’ve outrun my past. Faced my fears. Vanquished my demons. Then they reappear. Kai and Maddox. They're angry. They want to know why.

She's my nemesis. My prisoner. I'll make her beg for mercy. I'll make her scream my name. I'll make her mine. Sheena Hurston's been a thorn in my side for years. But when she tries to bring my family to ruin, I'm done playing games. She will pay for what she's done. No one comes before my family. Sheena belongs to me.

This is one mistake Sienna Landry can't buy her way out of. As Walker Gibson looks at her, then at the damage to his precious truck (that she may or may not have accidentally inflicted), she knows she's in trouble. It's not the busted headlight and dented grill that's sunk her though. It's the downright sinful man in front of her that's the problem. The small-town mechanic is broody. Rough. Smells like engine grease and gasoline, and Sienna isn't sure why that's so sexy, but it is. It so is.

Virgil's first taste of BDSM was disturbingly enticing. Hoping to burn out his interest, he visits an infamous San Francisco club, where he wins himself the prettiest little submissive he's ever seen. He's in a quandary. A man shouldn't render a woman helpless, let alone spank her ass. But the nervous little submissive clearly loves being in his ropes. Her need to be controlled is as powerful as his need to control. So he indulges himself, and her.

Cristiano is my enemy. He’s also the only man with whom I’ve ever felt safe. Protected. But I have to remember that he married me with one purpose in mind. Revenge. I would be the bridge to his real enemies. I can’t let myself forget that he isn’t the hero of this story. His hands are covered in blood. I saw that with my own eyes.

I made a vow to protect her when we were just kids. First, from the monsters hiding under the bed and then the ones roaming the world freely. My obsession with Dove wasn’t normal. It toed the line on psychotic, but my love for her overshadowed that. I’d killed, destroyed, and hurt those who had done her wrong. I’d watched her for years wanting to claim her but refusing to. I was both her guardian angel and a demon lurking in the shadows. She was mine, even though she didn’t know it yet.

Long hours revamping Tish’s place leads to more than a few sparks....and not the kind that require the fire department. So, when she needs a date for a memorial, I’m not missing my chance. But surprise! Crescent Cove baby water works....even out of town. Who knew? Now, I'm determined to show Tish I’m the man - and daddy-to-be - of her dreams, no matter what roadblocks are in my way. And I’ll use every one of my Lucky-style wiles to prove it to her.

No money, no phone, and abandoned on the streets of Chicago. With my baby in my arms, I wander into a bar in a shady neighborhood and ask to use their phone. When my father turns us away and completely disowns me, the bar owner, and total hottie, offers us a place to stay...no strings attached. I'm leery at first. Hot alpha guy. Down on her luck single mother. I mean, who wouldn't be? Lucio Gallo isn't like most men, though. He's fiercely protective, loyal, and did I mention he's covered in nothing but muscle?

I’m keeping Chase Monroe in the friend zone. He’s doing everything possible to move me out of it. He's the living embodiment of the billionaire playboy—richer than God, sexy as sin, and charming as hell. With a full calendar of friends-with-benefits. His strict no-relationships policy means I’d be another notch on his bedpost. Not happening. But our friendship is hard to keep.