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Riding shotgun to face my boyfriend wasn't exactly on my bingo card... Especially when the man behind the wheel is the one my boyfriend demanded I cut ties with. Griffin Thorne is LAU's hockey captain, my brother's best friend, and my roommate. He's also the only person I can rely on at the moment, even though he hates me after I followed through my boyfriend's...suggestion. To be fair, I get it. Why he hates me. In a way, I hate me too. But as long as this impromptu road trip stays our little secret, everything will be fine. Maybe. Hopefully.

A commander who bled to defend her people, Ahnna is haunted by two beliefs. The first is that she failed to protect Ithicana from invasion. And the second is that saving her homeland means leaving it behind forever. The Maridrinians left Ithicana in ruins and its people impoverished. So when the wealthy kingdom of Harendell claims her as a bride for its crown prince, Ahnna is prepared to do whatever it takes to gain influence as the future queen. And to control the gold that comes with the throne.

Plucked out of the Collector’s Pens, auctioned off to a vampire contingent, and sent across the ocean to the Alpha Territories was not exactly how I planned to spend my week. Actually, scratch that. I had planned the first bit. But I was supposed to be sold to the werewolves so I could save my friend from a fate worse than death. Instead, the bloodsuckers have me and so far? It's not going great. I've been shoved into a corset and made to look like an extra on the cast of Bridgerton, all to take part in the Harvest Games....

I want a girl I can't have. She's my tutor. My best friend's girlfriend. And my kryptonite. She also looks really good in my T-shirt. But she wants the golden boy, and I'm more of the villain type. Or at least I was.... Until I saw her smile for the first time. But the good guy she wants wouldn't lust after his friend's girlfriend. And the good guy she's with sure as hell shouldn't be sneaking around behind her back. So where the hell does that leave me?

They call him the Silent Death, because he kills without sound and leaves none capable of speaking in his wake… When the empire’s deadliest fae murderer catches her wielding forbidden magic, twenty-year-old Emelin believes her hour has come. Instead, her inhumanly beautiful captor spares her life, but carries her off on his velvet wings into the one place from which no human ever returns: The heart of the Fae Isles. The treacherous Crimson Court, where the Mother of faekind has ruled unchallenged over fae and humans for decades.

Glamorous city girl Hannah Ford wasn’t thinking when she walked out of a Christmas party and drove 300 miles into a snowstorm; she just needed to escape. Thankfully local carpenter Sam Taylor comes to her rescue, and the unlikely pair is forced to spend a snowed-in Christmas together.

Emelin has finally found the bindings, the key to her victory. But to use them, she needs one last piece of the puzzle… and the only person who can give her that information is a stubbornly silent Thysandra. An uncooperative captive is the least of Em's problems.

Sometimes I wonder what my hockey career is worth. Blood, sweat, and tears, sure. But losing Ash? I can't.

It started with a window that was jammed shut. Pretty simple, right? All I wanted was to open the windows while I tidied the house. I'd been after my no-good husband to do it for months, but he never did. And then he shacked up with his secretary, leaving me with a pile of bills, husband-free for the first time in 10 years, and with a house that was falling apart. The ad popped up on the side of my social media feed - a local contracting agency willing to do pretty much anything. Since I don't really know a screwdriver from a ratchet, I gave them a call.

Name's Sebastian. And I make good business out of bad exes, specializing in giving broken-hearted women the sweet, hot revenge they deserve. Those whispered rumors about me and my methods? All true. I'm the chief executive mastermind of the only consulting firm that can guarantee your ex will beg you for another chance.

He makes me feel things. It's icky, and I don't like it. I've only known him a few hours. He scares me. But he's so good, I can't stop myself.

When I see the ad in the Portland Alternative's "Love Wanted" section, I can't resist the urge to respond. Yes, it's dangerous - as a star forward for the Badgers, I have a reputation to protect - but I miss the thrill of calling the shots in the bedroom, and reading that ad is the first time I've laughed in months. So I reach out to Curious Cat about the "educational" opportunity....

Dear Chelsea, I know what you must think of me now that my secret is out, and I can’t say I’m not disappointed. I bloody loved that you saw me as someone other than the bloke my entire country has deemed unworthy of love. Maybe I am, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting you as desperately as I do.

I am being hunted. Trapped by the creatures I never believed were real. Now I have to surrender if I want to survive. I was just an artist trying to make it in New York City. I had no idea all the stories were true. Until I stumbled into a shop run by witches, my birthmark melted away, my eyes started to glow, and suddenly every werewolf in the city was trying to find me. A werewolf rescues me from one nightmare and delivers me into another. Now I'm in a castle with three of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. Both my captors and my saviors. They're Alphas. Wolves. Kings. And cursed.

The only woman I ever loved died in a car crash. Or so everyone told me. But a decade later, I find her alive. Her memory is gone, and she believes my enemies are her family. Unraveling what happened could get both of us killed. But giving her up is unthinkable. I'll protect her and make her mine forever. No matter the cost.

One year ago, I buried my husband. One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye. Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all. One year, 365 days - and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will: My dearest Nadia, trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.

I thought one hot night with Max Hallowell was harmless. I never expected it would force me to face my past or bring back the man who swore he'd never let me go. Now, Max wants to help me - wants to save me. But if I let him, he'll be destroyed. I can already smell the flames.

Hannah is in too deep, falling steadily under Jackson's erotic control. It doesn't matter that he's her captor and tormentor. She lives for the nights when he draws her deeper into his world, teaching her the thrill of submission. Pain and pleasure. Love and hate. Him and her. Jackson is falling - remembering why he couldn't get enough of the woman who destroyed him - but so is she. Soon, he'll reach Hannah's hard limit and her obedient façade will fall away, exposing the monster he's hunted across three continents.

Jasinda Wilder presents book four of the Dad Bod Contracting series...

The pressure has never been more intense for Rough Riders’ star defenseman Beckett Croft. With his contact expiring, Beckett has to live up to his badass reputation every minute of every game to earn the next big deal. A deal that will secure a stable home for his five-year-old daughter. So when an injury on the ice threatens to send him to the ER, he fights protocol - until the feisty EMT refuses to take no for an answer. Beckett likes his women assertive, and the spark between them is nothing short of scorching. Her indifference to his fame and money only intrigues him more.