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I don’t take anything too seriously. Not the career that’s brought me fame and fortune, or the never-ending string of women that fill my bed, and definitely not myself. But life has a way of turning on a dime. The party is over. All the jokes have been told. One beautiful face blurs with the next beautiful body and all I feel is...empty. Until her.

Then they came to me for help, three desperate men on a journey to rescue their brother. I was the only one who could get them through the portal, and as much as I wanted to turn them away, I couldn't. Something about these men called to me. I could sense a whisper of Nymeria inside of them, but that didn't make sense. They were only human.

Headlands Hospital's hottest doctors. Brilliant. Good looking. And terribly off limits. I went to the hospital with an aching . . . need. And the handsome doctors made me all better with their big . . . instruments. I want to show them my . . . gratitude. But first I have make sure they don't find out my father is their boss. Or that I'm just finishing nursing school—and will start working with them next week.

After a partial victory that leaves them more broken than they can handle, Sophie's group is splintered when Valor abandons the pack. But walking away won't be so easy. Actions have consequences, and Valor will reap an unexpected harvest that's sure to wreck the people he's trying to save. To ensure Sophie is never again tormented by the vengeful being that has plagued her, she, Carrigan, Hagan, and Jonas must track down a powerful amulet for Elowen. But the great mage has plans of her own and the price for her services could rip Sophie from her men forever.

I’ve known my entire life that everyone in Hell wants me dead. They fear me. Not because I’m the Devil’s daughter—well, okay, that may be part of it—but because they think I’m a bad omen. My father was prophesied to have a son. Then I came along, and every resident in Hell believes I’m the beginning of their end. I’m the female version of my father. I’m ruthless because I have to be. I’m a killer, because it’s kill or be killed, and I sure as Hell don’t want to die.

Finley and her guys fought until the very end in the Winter Court of the Faerie Realm. They came away with the second piece of the map and left the Winter Court in better hands than when they arrived. After returning home, they received the next part of the poem, and where the third piece of the map is hidden. They have to travel through hell, literally, to get it. There's more than one surprise ready for them as Finley and her guys' journey through the nine levels of hell and into the very pits. A date with the devil is all she needs. Should be easy...right?

For three years, ballet teacher Natalie Taggart has lived across the hall from grumpy, reclusive, sexy Greer Wilde. Save for a handful of hellos and the occasional heated glance, they never spoke to each other. Until the morning Greer lands on her doorstep, bleeding, beaten, and bullet-riddled. Greer doesn't need or want her help. He has only one goal: revenge. And nobody - not his brothers, and certainly not his too-hot-for-his-sanity next-door neighbor - is going to get in his way.

A brief moment of victory is overshadowed by the resurgence of an old foe seeking Bryn's help. But sudden losses have shattered Bryn, and she must take solace in the men who haven't abandoned her. Her hope to start a new life with her remaining lovers is dashed when a dangerous supernatural drug makes its way to the streets. She can't begin again when the poison that ruined her life is left unchecked to destroy more families.

I don't believe in Prince Charming, but when I met a handsome stranger on a rooftop his words intrigued me and his dares left nothing but temptation. Then I learned the truth. His name is Bryce Sexton. Media mogul, workaholic, and a heart of stone. He's broody AF and yet every woman in San Francisco wants him. So why won't he leave me alone? Wherever I go, he's there, trying to force his way into my world. What he doesn't know is I already have a man in my life. A tiny redhead who loves Legos and superheroes.

Assistance from the great mage Elowen comes with a price. To escape a fate worse than death, Bryn and her four sexy guardians must locate a powerful relic if they hope to live past the next full moon. A reclusive priesthood could have the answers they seek, but there may be more to their peaceful way of life than meets the eye. When Taj and Calder are injured, Bryn must turn to drastic measures to save them. But her desperation may cause more harm than good and shift the delicate balance of her relationships forever.

It's not that I don't believe Silas when he tells me who he really is. It's that I don't want to. Of all the families in all the world, that boy had to be a Fairfield. In retrospect, I should have guessed as much. A guy sneaking around the Acre Hotel, so irrationally handsome it leaves me breathless? There's only one bloodline he could've come from. One night. That's how long it takes before I'm hooked. Silas shows me, over and over again, that he isn't like his family. He comes from a life of bad luck and hard work, like me. We could have something incredible. And for a while, we do.

Once I decide I want something, the greed for it consumes me. I want answers. I want justice. I want vengeance. I want her. My best friend and his sister - the girl I vowed could trust in me and whom I would always protect - dropped off the map two years ago. My own father pledged assurances that they'd been living a life they deserved. Lies. Hell hath no fury like a man willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill his promise. I may be a greedy sonofab*, but I'm also a loyal one. Cross me or my brothers, and I'll come for your throat. And my teeth are razor sharp.

The city's hottest bodyguards. Deadly. Fearless. Gorgeous as hell. And assigned to protect . . . me. Cal watches over me with . . . vigilance. Dexter is an amazing . . . shot. And Thorn is talented with . . . his hands. Just go on about your day, they say. Pretend we're not there. But how could I ignore the three hottest men I'd ever laid eyes on? It's true, I need them to stay alive. And when I realize they are watching me a little more closely than they have to, it seems like it's time to have some fun.

Twenty-five hundred miles in a car. All I want is a respectful driver who'll be quiet and let me lick my wounds. Instead, a disarming flirt takes the wheel and propels my life into a tailspin. My father was supposed to be my road trip companion but abandoned me for his work. Once again. It should no longer hurt, but it does. To add insult to injury, with his shorts and flip-flops, mussed hair, and a blindingly perfect smile, my driver is... Annoyingly hot and far too friendly.

Sharp suit, fabled smile, and a sexy shyness guaranteed to equal one incredible lay. Translation: Levi Fairfield is impossible not to want. He's also damaged goods. Not that I care; I don't do relationships. I do casual. And going after men whose hearts are too shattered to function is the easiest way to get it. One night. That's always enough for me. Then a few things happen that I didn't count on. I can think of 100 ways to describe Mara, from the moment we meet. When she shows up on my doorstep with nothing to her name, I can't turn her away....The truth is, she needs me.

They say, the universe always conspires to give you what you've always wanted. In my case, it's revenge with Jax Michaels. My brother's best friend, my sworn enemy, and now my new boss. Three years ago, I let him deflower me. A mistake that left me devastated. Scarred. Wounded. Hurt. I've hated him all these years, thinking of ways I can make him pay back for what he did. And fate makes sure our paths cross once again.

Serpent and Dove meets These Hollow Vows in this all-new YA fantasy series about a druid and the Fae royal she's been tasked to protect.

Sly Remington has a plan. And it does not involve falling in love with his high school crush, the literal girl next door. But sometimes, fate makes plans of its own....

Beautifully, wonderfully, toe-curlingly complex. That's Killian O'Sullivan—running back for the New York Vulcans—complete with lucky green jockstrap and an appetite for trouble. A smart woman would steer well clear, but I've decided to head right for the pretty blue eyes of the storm. I find him one night half-naked in an alleyway (long story) short on pants but definitely not short on something else. Helping a stranger in need is one thing, but dating a Vulcan is quite another. He lives on a knife's edge. Me? I've got...complications (even longer story).

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.