Snipe is no stranger to death. Death has followed him ever since he was young, and now, as a part of the Wulven Kings MC, he's seen more of it than he ever thought he would. Which is why it isn't shocking when Snipe falls head over heels for a gorgeous mortician at a crime scene, the dark beauty holding his heart hostage for years to come. But life in the club isn't all it's cracked up to be, and when fate tries to tear them apart, will Snipe be able to prove to Sofie his heart is worth keeping? Or will his love for the Wulven Kings keep them apart forever, breaking their hearts?

I found out they had my brother. What else was there to do? I imitated them, became a part of their world. I lied to get my way in. Now I’m there. In a criminal motorcycle club. Dealing drugs, pretending to be a part of a cartel. There’s real danger. Still, he entices me. Sid, named after Sid Vicious. Turns out he isn’t vicious, at all. His muscles could do some damage. Along with those deep green eyes.

The girl at the coffee shop is perfect. She's beautiful and everything I have ever wanted. There is something in her eyes that makes her seem sad. I would give anything to make her happy. I want something real, and I believe this young woman could give that to me. I know it won't work; it never does. Women never see Damien Carter; they see my bank account.

I knew only bad things would come out of my parents’ boss noticing me. When he threatened to fire them, if I didn’t marry him, I couldn’t see a way out of it. I was prepared to be trapped in a loveless marriage to save them. But Henry found another way: run away with him. He could protect my parents and me. I was all too happy to go with him. He made me feel safe.

She’s been doing this ever since it was legal. He’s never known how to start. Rosalie: I’ve been a Little ever since I first understood what it was. I like to feel safe and looked after and protected. Tending bar downtown is a grown-up’s job. But at least it lets me be on the lookout for a new Daddy. When I watch a cute guy from out of town waiting alone, I get a strange feeling. It might not be me he was waiting for, but if it’s a Little he wants, it’s me he’s going to get.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

Romance can be a little complicated when you get sucked into a wormhole. Just ask high school English teacher June Flint. One little solar flare happens and suddenly you find yourself 85 years in the future. Eighty-five years from your dream job. Your ailing mother whose only companion in this world is you. Your favorite stuffed-crust pizza from DeLucia’s on Sunday nights. But when June’s cell phone inexplicably picks up a signal, she’s able to call back to the present—more specifically, four weeks before she accidentally time traveled.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Jane Austen fan Amelia Bennett sneaks away from a dull tour of an English country manor, only to run into a man more dashing than Mr. Darcy himself. About to lose his ancestral home to family debts, charming aristocrat Tom Calder invites his American guest to join him in drinking his way through the estate’s priceless wine collection. But when they wake in his bed the next morning, they’re convinced that in their drunken haze they witnessed a murder. Problem is, the body has vanished and no one believes them.

Iris Nightingale is more than okay. She has her life planned out to a perfect schedule. Work, run, sleep, repeat. She spends her quiet Friday nights sitting alone on a bench in the park, trying to push back the memories that no amount of running can help her escape. But one evening, there’s someone else on her bench - Hunter. Tall, wry and infuriating: everything about him gets under Iris’s skin. Little does she know that he's about to upset more than just her routines...