BARBARA BANSALE

Alex Montgomery lost his first love and then proceeded to leave himself in the bottle. Only he and his ex-wife truly know why he fell so hard and so fast down a path he never thought he'd take. Now he's clean, out of rehab, and learning how to be a Montgomery once again - a task that isn't quite as easy as some of his family assumes.

Faking things with Gretta should be simple fun. Scaring off her evil ex is a bonus. She makes the fire deep inside of me rage with desire, and I need to make things real. Will she accept me if I tell her I’m a dragon shifter? Hell, I don’t even know if she’ll believe me. Wizards have come to town, and they’re up to no good. Why do they want Gretta? It doesn’t matter. I’ll keep her safe. My heart is ready to heal, and my inner dragon is sure of one thing: She’s my fated mate.

Trista expects her alien warrior mate to be big and gorgeous. She doesn't expect him to take her hostage. She's already been abducted from Earth to be a tribute bride for the Drexian warriors, and Trista has finally gotten used to the idea of marrying a brawny alien warrior. Sort of. He has to be better than the awful guys from home she’s been trying so hard to forget.

Marooned on a sand planet, injured, and separated from her crew, Captain Danica Miller is not having a good day. When she’s rescued from the desert by a huge, gold-skinned alien, she doesn’t know whether to be relieved or to panic. Not only is he clearly a barbarian — a barely-dressed one at that — he seems to be able to read her thoughts. Even worse? She can sense his. And he seems to think she’s his to claim.

Her mint and jasmine scent had the wolf going crazy, but the sound of her blood flowing through her veins was making the other animal even more insane. They both wanted her, and I would have to comply. In a world where vampires, werewolves, and witches run rampant, no one is truly safe. Adela is a normal human in a supernatural world, and that’s how she wishes to stay. At the end of her shift one night, she takes a shortcut home, not thinking about her safety.

There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Finney: 1) She suffers from severe sarcastic syndrome, especially when she's unnerved, 2) No one unnerves her like Nico Manganiello, and 3) She knows how to knit.

Stone Reeves was my neighbor, and I've hated him since sixth grade. Gorgeous and charismatic, he became the town's football god, while I became the town's invisible girl. He went to a Division 1 school for football, while my father was fired by his father. His team won the National Championship, while my mother died the same day. He was a first round pick for the NFL...while I made the worst decision of my life. Now I'm in Texas trying to pick up the pieces of my life. But, Stone is here. Stone is everywhere. It doesn't matter that disaster has struck my life again.

I was never supposed to be a rock star. I had my life all planned out for me. Play football in college. Go to the NFL. Marry my high school sweetheart and live happily ever after. I broke both our hearts that day when I told her I was leaving. I was young. I made the right decision for me, but the wrong decision for us. I've poured my soul into my music, but I've never forgotten her. Her smell, her smile. And now I'm going back. After 10 years. I hope I can explain that after all this time. I still want her to be my forever girl.

What would you do if you stopped aging? Eva runs. The ex-DEA agent doesn't know what caused her strange mutation, only that if discovered, she'll be dissected like a lab rat. What Eva doesn't know, though, is that she's a descendant of the gods, and that she is not alone. The man who rocked her world in one life-changing encounter over 30 years ago is an immortal as well. To keep his people's existence secret, Bhathian had been forced to turn his back on the only woman who ever captured his heart, but even though he thought she was human, he'd never forgotten and never stopped looking for her.

Books talk about sparks flying. F--k that shit. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. Or maybe just straight up napalm. Only one problem: She wouldn't tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest f--king night of my life. Now I've had a taste of unicorn pussy - the sweetest, rarest of all pussy - and I need it again. So what's an asshole to do? I took this problem to the street, a missed connection gone viral. And when I find her? I'm keeping her.