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There were rules in the cash-for-beauty game. The money held the power. The beauty followed the rules and jumped through the hoops. The bride. I knew what everyone would think if they knew the truth about my marriage. They'd be shocked and appalled. And rightly so. I was a young, modern, independent woman, and I'd done the unthinkable. I'd sold my virginity to a spoiled rich boy. To a stranger who didn’t love me. And yes, I'd done it all for money.

Tune into MonStars Network where a fairy’s sexy yet unexpected career sends her into the arms of an infuriatingly gorgeous incubus, brought to you by USA Today bestselling author Lana Ferguson. Becoming a rising star on the MonStars Network was never Elise’s plan. But with zero job offers...

She can't remember. He can't forget. Flat on my back is not how I imagined meeting my new boss and hot-as-sin rock star. But here I am . . . If I didn’t already have amnesia, I’d be wishing for it now. In my defense, Laird Faris was only wearing a shameless smirk and a towel wrapped around his chiseled abs when we met. Brooding. Devastatingly handsome. Utterly intolerable. Naturally, I’m instantly attracted to him.

Thirty-seven day-one demerits. One double or nothing dare. And zero chance I'm leaving this dungeon, like... ever. I’m the world's most inconvenient Word Collector. Giovanni Bavga’s biggest liability. I won the last game… technically. But this one isn’t meant to make me stay. It’s meant to make me leave. His game, his rules... until surrendering to him became the only way to win.

Hunter McQuaid is definitely a fish out of water. Or maybe a shark out of the tank. He's a cocky, arrogant, playboy. Something he shouldn't be considering he can barely scrape together the rent for his craptastic apartment.

When I met Ryan, I might’ve been trying to break into his basement. It was for a good cause. I swear. Also, my dog broke in first. Ryan Blake is jaw-dropping handsome, wealthy, and cocky. Not quite my type. By some miracle, he doesn’t call the police on me when he catches me trying to rescue my dog. He even fetches a doctor for me. Don’t ask why. I don’t figure I’ll see him again. Then, I do. Then, he kisses me. Once. Twice. Is three times the charm?

Twenty-one days until homelessness, nineteen demerits, and one chance at $31,750. I am laser focused on my goal of getting the hell out of Riverview, PA—and Giovanni Bavga, mob boss, secret poet, in possession of a Lambo and the world’s most amazing green eyes—is my first-class ticket. All I have to do is everything he tells me for the next seven days. My chains, my choice... until choosing him became the only freedom worth having.

Six weeks of dungeon submission. Two men who complete me. And then this Irish jerk shows up and stuffs me in a trunk! I should scream. Or kick. Or punch him in the face. But I don’t do any of that. Because I'm a hot mess who gets off from taking orders and I can’t tell if this is a kidnapping or a really aggressive meet-cute.

Be Still My Soul is written for the grieving Christian and anyone who wants to know the reason for the hope the Christian has in death. When confronted with death we often seek comfort in our grief, hope in our loss, and rest in our suffering.

The last thing Carla wants is to go on a road trip across country with a loud-mouthed, bossy biker. Rooster lives up to his name as the cockiest member of her father’s motorcycle club, and it’s pretty much hate at first sight. After growing up in the MC life, she’s used to dealing with men like him, but there’s something about him she can’t shake. Beneath the cocky veneer, there’s something more there, something sincere, and that has her interested.