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Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

Weston Ashford was determined to have it all. After a tumultuous upbringing, he'd found a family of his own and his calling: surfing. As a World Junior Champion, his future was finally bright, until his past came for him, and one mistake had him sinking straight toward rock bottom. Years later...

Dragon shifter prince Kyran and his people are gravely in need of mates. Their planet’s female shifters are dying out, so they look to Earth for new women — but claiming one will be harder than he anticipated.

One unforgettable night and one nameless face changed everything. He's wealthy. He's powerful. And he's married… to my mother. Staying away is impossible, and secrets and lies have become second nature. He's crawled under my skin, an energy larger than life, refusing to be ignored as he bends me to his will. Now, I'm so far gone I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep him close, collateral damage be damned.

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.

Maisie Pickett's life is going great—if you count a struggling bike business, an unwanted roommate, and a not-so-charming stranger who's way too sketchy to trust. When Griff—just Griff—arrives on Michigan's Mackinac Island, where cars are a no-go and horses have the right of way, Maisie knows three things: 1. He's ridiculously hot. 2. He's clearly rich. 3. He's definitely trouble. Fast-forward one day, and Mister Tall, Dark, and Difficult shows up at her seriously understaffed shop, offering to work for nearly nothing. He can't mean it. There must be a catch.

Will he fight against all odds to win her back? Sable Nees has spent her whole married life being a doormat and blending into the background. When her husband leaves her for a younger woman, she reclaims her confidence. She buys a local bar, ditches her mundane job, and starts living her life on...

What's the best way to get over your ex? By drunk sexting his dad...and getting under him. In my defense, I thought I was texting my friend. If I knew my ex's dad was on the other side, reading every single word, I would've never sent those dirty texts. But I did. And now Elio wants more.

A recluse. A Billionaire. That's who I am. I haven't wanted or needed anything in a long time, especially not a woman. That is until my eyes lock on a beautiful woman who shines brighter than a diamond, standing on a platform, waiting for men to bid on her for a date as part of a charity auction event. It's something I wanted no part of until my business partner forced my hand. Now the only goal I have is to take what I want and what I want is Nessa Taylor. I'll make sure none of the vultures circling her get a chance. She's mine even if I have to play dirty to have her.

Hi, I’m Goldie, and I’m half-Succubus—which means I’ve got some very unique cravings. When those cravings aren’t satisfied, I get sick. And let’s just say, a Succubus’s needs? They can’t be ignored. I need a man—or two—to take care of me, but there’s a catch. I can’t feed on anyone from Hidden Hollow. No, I have to hunt outside the town’s borders to quench my Succubus needs. So when my friend, Willow, offers to brew me some Love Tea to summon the right man, I’m all in. But what I didn’t expect? Two—two huge, muscular Werebears showing up at my door.

Five years ago, I ran from the devil who got me pregnant. I have a son now. A boy I'd do anything to protect. But I left behind the sister I loved more than life itself. So when Ilarion Zakharov finds me again, I have an impossible choice to make: Do I go back with him to the world I left behind? Or do I leave my sister to drown in the mess I caused? Ilarion doesn't make choosing easy.

When your love life stinks and you're clearly the worst at choosing someone who won't break your heart, why not ask your best friend to find you a date? Unless of course . . . you're in love with her. I've been friends with Artemis since high school, when we bonded over crushing on the same guy...

He’s showing me a lot more than he should. The one time I choose to be unpredictable, I find myself practically naked in a dark cabin on a ranch, face-to-face with a smirking man barely wearing a towel. Despite his chiseled body and a wicked smile that makes following the rules feel optional, nothing happens. Why? Because I, Audrey Van, don’t know how to have fun. I came to my friend’s cabin with my whimsy list in hand, determined to fix that. I’ve earned my doctorate and built a career with zero parking tickets and even fewer hangovers. I’ve been so good … and so boring.

I’ve waited three long years for this.... Hiding. Lying. Spying. Waiting like a spider for her to wander into my web.... Now she’s here, and I have to get even closer to her. I’ll help her. Befriend her. Seduce her, even. The only thing I can’t do is fall in love with her. Her father took everything from me: my money, my family, my life. He has to pay for what he’s done. And she’s the only thing that can hurt him....

It was a perfect plan. Grab my feckless brother from outside the pub, take him to our family cabin, and force him to sort his life out. Except, when I open the back of my little car, it's not my brother there, but the tall, dark, tattooed, Irish mafia boss he works for. And the kingpin is furious. Oops. Within seconds, he's turned the tables on me, and I'm his captive. Sorry won’t cut it. He wants compensation. And the only thing I have to offer him is myself. I might have kidnapped him, but the mafia boss isn’t going to let me go.

After I caught my ex cheating, I never expected his dad to comfort me in all the right ways. But Griffin wraps me in his arms with so much warmth, the ice around my heart melts. Kissing my ex's dad... It's definitely landing me on Santa's naughty list.

It wasn't amore until she walked away. He found out too late that she was his vita bella. When Elysa Costa married Dante Giordano, it wasn't for love. It was a marriage of convenience—a union of tradition and legacy. But what started as an obligation quickly became more for Elysa when she fell...

For August, Ryker, and Steve, the alpha werewolves in question, there's nothing ridiculous or confusing at all about wanting Dylan. The human smells like the word mate incarnate, and he's so achingly perfect that the idea of not having him is too terrible to even consider. Sweet, eager to please, and unexpectedly funny, he's everything they could ever want in a mate. With three of them and only one of Dylan, August, Ryker, and Steve are going to have to figure out how to make this work. Someone has to be left out in the cold, and no one wants it to be them.

Sometimes the worst wounds can’t be seen. Lucas Everett knows that firsthand. It's why he and his former Navy SEAL brothers created the Resting Warrior Ranch. Usually, soldiers show up at their door. But this time, it's Evelyn Taylor—a soldier in a very different kind of war.

Mick Bottom has mastered the art of doing absolutely nothing in sun-soaked Reef Harbor. His days consist of betting on lizard races, sampling the local nightlife (from inside a jail cell), and dodging cocktails—literally—courtesy of the women he beds and forgets. Life is a beach, right? When Isabella (Belle) Volnay, a high-powered pharma exec and professional overachiever, walks into Reef Harbor in her sexy heels and zero tolerance for slackers, sparks fly—and clothes come off—on the sand.