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Delilah Jones was once my saving grace. Now, she might just become my ruin. Normally I'd do everything to avoid her in our small town of Willow Brook Falls, but that's impossible since she's now my daughter's new nanny. She's also way too young for me, and completely off limits. But there's just one problem. Even after all this time, I still can't seem to resist her.

Ophelia and Malakai have been ripped from their loved ones and are at the mercy of a vengeful god. But they quickly discover that in order to uncover secrets buried among realms, that may be precisely where they need to be. Even if it jeopardizes all they have fought to become.

When Nyx's quest to discover the secrets behind the Harvester's rings leads her to the Meerkin homeworld of Kyvren, she's only too happy to have an excuse to visit them. Since going their separate ways from Arkadia's Station, she's been unable to find any information on the state of their planet—or their attempt to reclaim it—and she only knows of one entity capable of covering up a civil war. Of course, the one person who could probably answer every question she has is also the last person she wants to ask.

Damiano De Luca: a curse with no cure. Before he ruled the De Luca family, before he became the man everyone feared, before he scoured an empire in search of me, he chose me to ruin. I was innocent. An untainted princess. The heiress to the Vitali mafia throne. And I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when I met the wrong boy. My name is Renata Vitali...and this is not a love story.

Those were the words used to describe Eve Thorton’s exhibition. Not even a fine-arts degree from Yale or her daddy’s bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable with - not even close. Plotting the demise of every critic who’d written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasn’t a bored socialite with more money than talent. She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.

During her journey to the Mystique Mountains, Ophelia uncovered twisted secrets of love and war. Now, she's left to pick up the pieces while stepping into her new role. But when a chancellor of a minor clan delivers a destructive premonition, Ophelia's appointment is challenged, forcing her into a trial period—one that heightens the tensions already brewing in her relationships.

Let's get one thing straight: I don't believe in relationships, romance, or any of that BS. My younger brother may have lost his mind over a woman, but that won't happen to me. I worked my ass off to become Reed Point's #1 attorney and I'm not going to let any woman get in the way of my career. It turns out, though, that Ellie Reeves is not just any woman. She's wild and infuriating and completely unpredictable. In other words, she's everything I don't need. Did I mention she's also sexy as hell?

Faith Benson isn’t your emergency contact, she’s the party-girl friend you call for a good time. She's the gal-pal who loves mimosas at brunch and martinis at Happy Hour. But her carefree lifestyle threatens her job at a top Seattle ad agency; there’s no one better at landing big accounts (when she shows up). But now her boss demands she take a leave of absence to get her head on straight.

I haven't been interested in dating since my ex dumped me for a new girl at his law office. Since then, I've thrown myself into my work as a hotel gift shop designer. While being single isn't what I expected, there's truth to that old saying, "Once bitten, twice shy." And the bite of a cheater stays with you. Christmas can be a particularly vulnerable time, which is why I accepted a job right before the holidays. I had no idea the lodge that hired me was also hosting a singles' event. Imagine my surprise when they had a last-minute cancellation and asked me if I wanted to join them.

When her sister, Pippa, goes missing, Nella Freling tells her boss she’s taking time off from her job as a research librarian, hops in her sensible van, and heads south of the border to Montana. However, local police don’t seem too concerned about a missing woman living in her motorhome. So Nella will have to look for Pippa by herself, unless she can convince a highly recommended tracker to help her, but sadly the rude and angry cowboy won’t even listen to her at first.

Once upon a time, there lived a witch. A powerful, brilliant, dope-as-heck one whose magicks inspired fear and envy. Like all classic fairy tales, her story had the usual goodies. Destiny. Missing souls. Unfathomable evil. The precarious fate of the entire universe. Blah, blah, blah. But let's get back to that witch with the awesome hair…

Mrs. Ambrosia Bloomington, now a widow, is ready to start a new life amongst Mayfair elites without the overarching reach of her late husband, Mr. Harrison Bloomington. With her trunks loaded safely onto her own private carriage, she's ready to face the world as an independent woman in Regency London. She does not, however, bargain for cocksure Frenchman, Mr. Charles Cochran Bateman coming along and turning her very ordinary journey into the adventure of a lifetime.

Who in the world would go on a dating show to find love? Turns out, I'm that person. Paige Holland, lifetime resident of Elk Lake, Wisconsin, and dedicated seventh-grade math teacher. I love my charming town, but there's seriously no single action here. Unless of course I want to date the painfully boring mailman or the kid at the Quick Mart. Hard pass to both. So, what's a girl to do? Apparently, apply to Midwestern Matchmaker and hope the reality show gods will smile on me.

I was cursed. It wasn't an exaggeration. It wasn't even dramatics—though I was prone to those. It was a fact. And a sucky one at that. After inheriting my grandmother's home, I thought my luck had turned around. A fresh start in the one place where I'd found solace from my cruel father. But I was cursed, remember? So rather than a quiet life, I faced mysteries, con artists, disastrous dates, stoned witches, magicks, and evil organizations out to do evil things. And a house that was haunted.

Reid Riddick was hotness personified, so of course I literally ran into with him - well, more like he plowed into me. I didn’t know he was a football player when I started falling and now I can’t stop. A stolen kiss later and my heart races whenever he looks at me from across the quad. But my secret would spell disaster for him.

A babysitter. That’s all I am. But I have my own life to live. Dreams of going to the NFL. And this is a distraction I can’t afford to have.

I have one more year of baseball eligibility left. One more year to show the major league scouts that I’m worth it. That I’m good enough to play professional baseball for them. But honestly, I’m not sure that I am. So far, not a single scout has approached me.

It was supposed to be a guys’ trip. Just my best mates and me at a remote lodge in Alaska’s Far North. They promised a breather from the stifling attention. Nature. Seclusion. Two weeks with no cameras, no autographs, and definitely no women. Tell that to the snarky New York nurse who snagged the resort’s last vacancy. Lena Hamilton is the wildcard I never expected to be dealt. She’s got a dirty mind and a smart mouth.

After her latest trip off-planet, Nyx Fortuna has every intention of keeping both feet firmly on Earth. Between trying to figure out why the Kumir have been hunting her friend Seth, searching for a way to destroy the Harvester of Worlds, and getting frustrated by the glacially slow return of her memories, she doesn't have any time for planet-hopping. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans. When she's abducted from Earth Between, Nyx finds herself in the remote reaches of the universe, on planets unconnected to the Station's ley lines.

Mac has one more year of baseball eligibility left. One more year to show the major league scouts that he’s worth it. That he’s good enough to play professional baseball for them. He’s not sure that he is. So far, not a single scout has approached him. There are no agents banging down his door, hoping to represent him; no emails, no phone calls, no messages through Coach Jackson. No, nothing.