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Nolan Clark is the last man standing. While he is happy his teammates have found love, he's even happier to be single. But fate is a funny thing. When a one-night stand turns into a friends with benefits agreement, he starts to question why he's holding the beautiful Reagan at arm's length. Nolan Clark should've been off-limits. He's my closest friend's teammate and a man that I'm not prepared for. I lied and told him I understood he'd never offer me a white picket fence and jumped straight into bed when he offered me the only thing he could...sex.

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.

Have you ever had the feeling you were a stranger? Out of reach, I watched and mourned me. Nothing moved. Breathed. Nothing lived. I was in an alternate universe. No longer an innocent. I had blood on my hands, and I wasn't even sorry for it. I was only afraid for Keiran. Of his reaction when the shock wore off. It would be an explosion. Of hurt, anger, and mistrust. He'd know I lied. And to him...the betrayal born of my good intentions is worse than the act of murder.

Lake Monroe has given in to her childhood tormentor too many times. She knows it, he knows it, and even their enemies know it. When he returned after being found guilty of a crime he didn't commit - a crime he thought she set him up for, he returned darker than ever, demanding her body and her submission. To survive him, she knew she had to give in to fear once more or suffer the deadly consequences....

I know nothing of the Sickness at Eastpoint University. I know only the backroads that slip past the southern beaches and the gators that make their way onto the swamp's shores. Until him. Until the killer known as Braxton Smalls finds his way into my stilted trailer on the coast of Port Charlotte. He came looking for Ace, but he found me instead…

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Sounds like the start of a crude joke, right? Yeah, well, the joke's on me because I'm investigating the gorgeous one in the heels with the great body. Jensen Montgomery. Now, I'm treading that area between right and wrong, good and bad, where sin and honor meld to become gray.

The princess and a dead man. They say money makes the world go round. They’d be wrong. Sure, power can be bought, but you can gain a hell of a lot more with knowledge. With knowledge comes fear. I’ve seen it. I’ve caused it. I’ve even been the brunt of it. But when a stowaway princess barrels into my life like a runaway train, I throw patience out the window—the same one I jump out of, taking her with me.

Dallas Barnes is tall, dark, and handsome. He's also scarred, rough, and broken down by burdens. A single dad. A widower. A lost soul. We found each other in the back of a dark pub. He brought the whiskey. I brought the bad decisions. He called it a mistake. I vowed never to speak to him again. That vow is broken with one test. Two pink lines have turned my life upside down. One night can change everything.

Gracie Cain is a healer. I'm Noah Jarvis, a cold-hearted killer. We had one night. The best night. Then she thought she could strut out my front door and my life, right after announcing she was my best friend's baby sister. "Give me a memory, Noah." That's what she said...right after she rendered me stupid in the shadows at a wedding reception. I did everything I could to figure her out. She wore more veils of armor than I've seen in a lifetime. On the outside, she was strong and self-assured. But within those beautiful, guarded blues? She was laced with vulnerability and grief.