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RK Saber ran from tragedy five years ago when his car went over the side of a mountain in a prom-night crash. Consumed by guilt, he walked away from Juilliard and morphed into Rock, front man for the global rock-band sensation Son of a Jack. Five members. Five best friends. Five rising stars burning so bright, they had to know it couldn't last. When tragedy strikes again and the band goes from five to two, RK is sentenced to...home. Back to the place where all his nightmares started.

Wendy Gale isn’t the kind of girl you marry. She’s not even the kind of girl you date. She’s not a friend with benefits, she’s not a one-night-stand, and regardless of what she thinks, she's never been a rebound. Wendy Gale is the kind of girl you kidnap and lock in your basement so she can’t ever escape. She’s the kind of girl you tie up. You put a collar on her. A leash. Handcuffs. You chain her to things and gag her mouth. A blindfold isn’t a bad idea, either.

Zach and I always have a third. Girls are how we’ve kept it fresh all year. We’ve gone through dozens of them since we got serious, and I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the dynamic of a threesome, because I do. But when this cute girl with pink hair comes sailing into our lives and upends everything - I don’t know if we’ll survive it.

Aria Amherst lied about her age the first night we met. But when I kissed her...I knew exactly how old she was. And once I kissed her...I needed more. I wanted all of her. I wanted everything she wasn’t really offering. Until I found out that her father was making a deal with my business partner. Then I wanted her more.

Thirteen years before Emma Dumas bought me in a bachelor auction to teach me a lesson, she stole my heart down on Key West. I fell so hard for this girl, I made all the promises. Only with Emma, I really meant them. And then I disappeared. But it wasn’t my fault. Let’s just call my reason “Family Business”. I’d tell you what that business is, but then I’d have to kill you. Just kidding. I can’t tell you what my family business is because it’s so secret, even I don’t know.

Wanting the perfect man doesn't make me crazy. I just know what I like. A powerful billionaire in a suit wasn't even my first choice. McAllister Stonewall was never on my radar; I didn't even know he existed. I do now. His hands are all over me at work. The heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he bends me over the desk is the only thing on my mind. He is my most forbidden desires unleashed. He is my new secret obsession. He is my Mr. Perfect. Until the moment I realize there's no such thing as perfect.

Twenty years before Serpint brought Queen Corla home to Harem Station, she met Crux for the very first time. They were destined to be soul mates but could never be together. All they had was just one night. This is the story of Crux and Corla and how all the outlaw brothers came to reside on Harem Station. Meant to be listened to after Booty Hunter and before Big Dicker, it contains a star-crossed love story and secrets that are as deep and dark as space itself.

When a two-thousand-year-old curse is the only thing keeping you safe, you should probably just leave it alone. Here’s the problem—the curse is now breaking itself. The sanctuary is crumbling, Pell’s anger issues come with a new destructive voice, Pie has no control over her spellings, and Tomas is trying to convince himself that, one day, Madeline is going to love being a dragon.

They won the battle. For now. But Junco lost more than she can handle to get that job done. The ancient aliens are returning to Earth and their long-awaited prophecy is about to unfold. Lucan and his army need Junco to do her job if they have any chance of living through the ancient prophecy. They need her to follow directions and focus. But Junco’s friends are dead - some of them at her own hand. Her home is gone, her mind is more unstable than ever, and ghosts from the past are haunting her.

Princess Corla was supposed to be my soul mate. But we were star crossed. Two ships passing in the dark. Meant to be together, but never able to be together. At least that’s what I thought. But it turns out my life is a lie, evil forces are out to get us, Harem Station is spinning chaos, and the soul mate bond won’t protect us.

Belinda Baker and I were not made for each other. We are not soul mates, or lovers, or even frenemies. She is the one who needed to get away. What we had together wasn’t blind love, it was sick rage. We were a match made in hell, it was hate at first sight, and when she walked away from me and never looked back - it was a relief. It was bliss. So why did I travel 2,000 miles so I could be near her? Why can’t I stop thinking about this girl I never want to see again?

Fancy boats. Lakeside mansions. Luxe watches and bespoke suits. The Kings of High Court College act like Gods. And Cooper Valcourt is the worst of them. He is the bully king. His family owns everything. And his mission is to put me in my place and send me packing. But Cooper and I have a history filled with secrets. And everyone knows that power doesn’t come from having money. It comes from holding secrets. And I’m holding one of his.

Left with few choices after the murder of her father, a young assassin teams up with a brutal alien race to expose an 8,000-year-old plan to destroy Earth. Nothing about Junco’s world is what it seems. She has been trained to kill from the day she was born and her life has been nothing but a long string of secret missions interspersed with long bouts of insanity and insubordination. But now that her father is dead every military faction wants a piece of her. Especially the ruthless alien soldier, Tier, and his team of murderous brothers.

Pie and Pell are like two peas in a pod: meant for each other, madly in love, and living their best lives as Mr. and Mrs. Monster of Saint Mark’s...kind of. Pie is dreading her new job working for the tall, dark, and sleek Modern Minotaur. And the irony that just a few weeks ago she was demanding that Pell allow her to get a job to support the sanctuary, isn’t lost. It’s like the gods are playing with her on purpose. Pell is still his grumpy self but he’s got a new job as well—babysitting a bag of magic rings that seem to have a mind of their own.

Weston Conrad is the best headhunter in the business. That handsome smile goes a long way toward convincing most people to trust him with their future. I'm not most people. I'm his direct competition. And it doesn't hurt to be just the kind of woman he's been looking for.

Because they were sent there to kill her. Not fall for her. Not feel sorry for her. Not want to take care of her, or protect her, or be in to her. But sometimes, people enter your life for a reason. Sometimes, they even enter at the very moment you need them most. And Yvette Nightingale needs AJ and Logan. She needs them even more than they need her.

McKay: I wasn’t the one who broke her, but I helped. She came to us when she was 10. I raised her. I loved her. I taught her how to survive in a world of evil men. But it wasn’t enough. Adam: I wasn’t the one who saved her but I did my best. Bought and paid for on the auction block. But not for the reasons you think. She was my weapon. Donovan: I wasn’t the one who lied to her but I hid her truth. She was broken before I got there. Wild and angry. Defiant and bratty. But she trusted me most. She loved me best. So I set her free.

Mr. Perfect, Mr. Romantic, Mr. Corporate, Mr. Mysterious, and Mr. Match found what they were looking for and now it's time to seal the deal. Five Aston hasn't quite found his happily ever after yet...not quite. But he will. And he's about to host the party of the century for all his family and friends. Mr. & Mrs. is the delicious cherry on top of the most perfect dessert and all your favorite characters will be back for one...final...swoon-worthy story.

Oliver Shrike thinks ahead. He likes to make lists and tick off boxes. He plans, he plots, and he's got everything under control. Until one day he sees my videos on his dating site. The private erotic videos I make just for him. When I'm looking at the camera, I can practically see his face. Hear the internal arguments. Feel his desire. Because I'm that kind of woman. You should delete my videos, Oliver Shrike. It's your job to keep that dating site on the up and up. But you don't, do you?

She wasn't supposed to be the princess I wasn't looking for. When my father "died" five years ago, I took over the "family business". But when I say business, I really mean secret society. Or cult. Or militia. Hell, let's keep it simple and call it the mob. It's just not that mob. It's much darker, much dirtier, and much more dangerous than any old everyday mob. And I was perfectly fine with my role in life for a long time. But now my brothers are involved, and I need to get them out. Enter Megan Machette.