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Born to a prestigious political family, Avery Adams plays as hard as he works. The gorgeous, charismatic attorney is used to getting what he wants, even the frequent one-night stands that earn him his well-deserved playboy reputation. When some of the most prominent men in politics suggest he run for Senate, Avery decides the time has come to follow in his grandfather's footsteps. But no amount of planning prepares him for the handsome, uptight restaurateur who might derail his political future.

Daniel Mulligan is tough, snarky, and tattooed, hiding his self-consciousness behind sarcasm. Daniel has never fit in - not at home in Philadelphia with his auto mechanic father and brothers, and not at school where his Ivy League classmates looked down on him. Now, Daniel's relieved to have a job at a small college in Holiday, Northern Michigan, but he's a city boy through and through, and it's clear that this small town is one more place he won't fit in.

He’s the one who walked away.... Dare Davis, one of the four owners of Pier 70 Marina, has been living the past 15 years of his life not taking risks. He considers himself fearless because he refuses to let anyone close enough to hurt him. He’s had his heart broken before, he’s not looking for it to happen again. He’s the one who let love slip through his fingers.... Noah Pearson, 13-year veteran of the Austin Fire Department, finds himself being roped into a favor by his mischievous stepsister.

John "Sicarius" Gaines has been regarded as the best at what does does. He is a paid assassin, and he is ruthless. He will stop at nothing to complete any contract he is given. He receives a contract for the death of New York Governor Tim Patton and completes the job quickly and efficiently. As the heat from the governor's death begins to trickle out, Sicarius finds himself entangled in an international drug-smuggling operation, of which Governor Patton was a key member.

A royal wedding, an ancient legend, and a mysterious murder. The big day has finally arrived, and Imogen, Iggy, and the bakers head to the Fire Kingdom for Hank and Shaday’s wedding. Imogen is totally fine with it - or so she keeps telling herself. Even the murder of a famous wedding guest can’t stop the impending nuptials. So when Imogen’s repressed feelings magically ruin her baking and she’s banned from the kitchen, she sets herself to finding the killer.

A magical sleigh ride. A mysterious detour. Will her holiday be marked by garlands or gravestones? Imogen feels like she’s buried under an avalanche of secrets. Caught up in puzzling out her mysterious origins and her confusing emotions for Prince Hank, she hopes a magical holiday retreat with friends will take her mind off her troubles. But when a roadway ambush steers their sleigh off course, she must stay the night in a quaint little village veiled in secrets of its own.

Scheming pirates. Reveling mermaids. When murder crashes the party, can one witch dredge up the killer? Imogen’s personal spellcraft lessons with Prince Hank have sparked a different type of magic between them. So when she’s invited to bake for the mermaid queen’s lavish wedding, she hopes the underwater ceremony will help cool off their growing attraction. But between the temptations of the sea-cave nightlife and the discovery of a murdered royal court member, her emotions are rising higher than the tide.

The kingdom of Aure has been attacked by a mysterious skin-shifter known as The White. While the newly appointed regent, Sir Avry, searches for a way to combat the threat, Merisande disappears, and all signs point to The White as her abductor. But Avry will soon learn that things aren’t always what they seem.

When free-spirited Merisande flees into a cursed wood to avoid an unwanted marriage to Sir Avry, she finds herself in a hidden kingdom full of winged people who keep human slaves. Her betrothed follows her there, and they are both captured and enslaved.

She's not a quiet librarian. My landlord is infuriating. He's uptight and rigid, right down to those dress shirts that do nothing to hide the muscle underneath. Sure, I never read the tenant's agreement. I have now. In fact, I've memorized it and I'm going to use it to my advantage while staying within the bounds of my contract. Is it my fault that those little decorative touches drive Charlie nuts? And who can resist purchasing a few vulgar gnomes to enhance the landscape?