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Recently divorced Gabby Greene spends most of her days listening to self-help books while wrangling her loving yet erratic kids. During a decade of marriage, Gabby shoved aside her own career and ambitions to make room for mountains of laundry, running errands, and investigating the case of the missing socks. Her number one suspect: their Bichon Frise, Mr. Bubbles.

One mystery, one romance, and a kitten. In the heart of Singsong City, a gnome-elven reporter keeps her head down so that her secret werewolf identity isn't revealed. But when the monster who infected her starts leaving behind a trail of dead or mutated girls, she'll need to face her past and put on her investigative reporter hat, however much it disturbs the local pack and her own peace of mind. With the help of an impossible ally, she must unravel the mysteries of her own past before they consume her future. Will she find a murderer and a happy ending, or will the monster under her skin ...

COLLEGE INSTALOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN. ANNABELLE WINTERS STYLE. I called her Princess before I even knew her name. And when I looked into her eyes I almost forgot my own darned name . . . I also forgot what kind of a man I was . . . The kind of man always looking for something fresh and new, never going down the same road twice . . . But Princess makes me want to be a different sort of man. The Forever sort of man. Sweetness and a hint of darkness. No cheating. And a guaranteed happy ending. This is campus-love, Annabelle Winters style. HERE'S WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT THE CURVY IN ...

Nicolas Fox, international con man, thief, and one of the top 10 fugitives on the FBI's most-wanted list, has been kidnapped from a beachfront retreat in Hawaii. What the kidnapper doesn't know is that Nick Fox has been secretly working for the FBI. It isn't long before Nick's covert partner, Special Agent Kate O'Hare, is in hot pursuit of the crook who stole her con man.

As first dates go, it’s not the worst. Until the pirates show up. Dr. Faith Jackson’s life is nice and orderly. She’s the regional medical examiner and has no room for the chaos of a relationship. So, why does it feel like something is missing? Jake “Sol” Solomon has been trying to work up the nerve to ask Faith out for months. But this former Marine keeps missing the boat. Then, fate throws Faith and Sol together for a pirate-themed dinner cruise. Everything is going so well - until real pirates show up and ruin everything. They’ll have to work together if they want to see ...

Tough, cynical PI Sam Spade is hired by the story's irresistible femme fatale, Brigid O'Shaughnessy, to locate the client's sister by tailing her companion. Spade's partner, Miles Archer, takes on the assignment, and quickly both he and the man he was shadowing are murdered. As Spade pursues the mystery of his partner's death, he is drawn into a circle of colorful characters - all of them after a legendary statuette of a falcon fashioned long ago for King Charles of Spain.

Cletus Byron Winston wishes to marry Jennifer Anne Donner-Sylvester (aka The Banana Cake Queen) posthaste! He’s spent the last year wanting nothing more than for the celebrations to be brief, libations flowing, and BYOB (bring your own blueberries). His future mother-in-law has other plans - plans his intended has been willing to indulge, much to Cletus’s chagrin. Therefore, so must he. To a point. But truth be told, he wouldn’t mind if the meddlesome matriarch disappeared, at least until the nuptials are over.

One mystery, one romance, and a possibly undead rat. In the heart of Singsong City, Cassandra Clarence, recently departed, finds refuge in the Necromancer, Oswald Mercury's, enchanted mansion. But when it comes out that she was murdered, along with her friends, she is drawn back into the world of the living. With the help of an unlikely ally, she must unravel the mysteries of her own death before they consume her chance at having a new life. Will she find her killer and maybe love, or will the shadows of her parent's past drag her back into the grave? Necromancers Don't Raise is the fifth ...

INSTA-LOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN . . . ANNABELLE WINTERS STYLE! So I just got hired by a shady lawyer with a clip-on tie . . . To coach the new Duke of Dorshire! Sounds great, I say. How old is the young orphaned Duke? Eight? Ten? Twelve? He's thirty-seven, says the sketchy lawyer. Also, he's American. Oh, and don't mention you've been hired to coach him. And no, I can't tell you who hired me to hire you. I stare at the lawyer and wonder what kind of fool he thinks I am . . . You know how they say in poker that if you don't know who the patsy is, then you're the patsy? Well, I never played...

Nicholas Spencer, charismatic head of a company involved in the development of an anticancer vaccine, suddenly disappears. His private plane crashes en route to Puerto Rico, but his body is not found. Early results of the vaccine seemed highly promising. Yet, coinciding with Nicholas Spencer's disappearance comes news that the FDA is denying approval. Then follows the shocking revelation that Spencer had looted huge sums of money - including the lifetime savings of people who had risked everything.

With fugitive parents, a brother dodging loan sharks, a hunky cop who's made her outlaw family his business, and her ex-fiance back in the picture, Carlotta Wren thought her life couldn't get any more complicated. And then...her fugitive parents phone home. Her look-alike is found, well...dead. Under suspicion for murder, Carlotta discovers that her devious double might have been bumped off accidentally - and that she could be the real target!

DRAGONS LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN . . . We Dragons love gold, but cash works just fine. And though we love having the loot, we also love the act of getting our bounty. Some Dragons pillage and plunder. I get my thrills on the high-stakes winner-take-all poker tables of the underworld. But the biggest thrill this time is what's standing at the table. That curvy gambler who I know is my mate. That blue-dress-and-black-heels gambler who makes me wanna go all-in . . . All in on my forever. Drama and madness, fire and steam, action and adventure. Sweetness with a touch of darkness. No cheating. No ...

Avery Shaw wants things to go back to normal, but it’s not easy when she’s the current darling of the Detroit media market. Everybody wants a piece of her, and she prefers covering the news rather than being part of it. That’s why she jumps at the chance to cover a quadruple murder on the lake, even though it’s her day off. Avery realizes right away that the murders weren’t a crime of passion. No, this was a planned hit, and it leads her to look at the old mob faces in the county, who don’t exactly want to invite her into their homes.

INSTA-LOVE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN . . . ANNABELLE WINTERS STYLE! She's a tribute for my King. But her voice makes my heart feel strange. Her eyes make my knees feel weak. Her scent makes my body tighten. When I close my eyes I see her face . . . When the storms winds blow they whisper her name . . . The gods and goddesses urge me on . . . She's yours, they shout from the clouds . . . She's yours, they whisper from the waves . . . She's yours to keep, Viking! So what will you do? What will you do, Viking?! If you've read my other novella series, you know how wild my stuff can get. It's not ...

When Pomona Afton, Upper East Side hotel heiress, stumbles out of a gala and upon the scene of her grandmother’s murder, her first thought is that the society queen won’t be missed for her kind, cookie-baking ways. In fact, she was mean, greedy, and paranoid—so paranoid that she secretly slipped a clause into her will mandating that, should she die an unnatural death, all the family assets get frozen. And if the “unnatural death” isn’t explained? Those accounts stay frozen. Practically overnight, Pomona is locked out of her penthouse with no other option than to move in with a roommate.

The wise-cracking Wysdom Ward is back and more badass than ever. It’s been five months since The God Among Men disappeared off the planet. Wysdom Ward is trying to find him while simultaneously building her new private detective business. Women are the ultimate multitaskers. AmIRight!? She has zero leads until she discovers a cryptic clue left behind by her brand-new boyfriend. He tells her to run for her life, but she’s never been one to follow the rules. Wysdom jumps into a world of secret military contractors, knife-throwing badasses, missing dry cleaning, and 55+ retirement ...

Former musician Juliet Langley has barely had a day off since taking over management of the coffeehouse owned by her best friend, Pete Bennett. But there's always more to be done - such as prepping for the annual 5K Race organized by Pete's snobby socialite girlfriend, Cecilia Hollingsworth. This year, Java Jive has a booth right at the finish line, and since Juliet and Cecilia don't always see eye to eye, everything has to be perfect. Nothing can go wrong.

Have you ever walked home at night, keys in hand, ready to throw a punch in self-defence? That’s how it all started. The killing spree, I mean. I sort of tripped into this role. Literally. The first one was following me. That guy from the nightclub who wouldn’t leave me alone. I pushed him, he stumbled, and fell onto his own broken wine bottle. Oops. It was such a waste of a good house white. But now I can’t seem to stop and nor do I want to, I’ve got a taste for revenge and quite frankly, I’m killing it.

Juniper Bean has big plans for her writing career. Swoony kisses, sigh-inducing happily ever afters—she’s going to write them all. There’s just one problem: she can’t seem to stop killing off her main characters. After accepting that a genre change is in order, Juniper sets out to do some research. What’s the best way to carry a dead body? How exactly does one pick a lock? Juniper is going to find out—with the unwilling help of her new roommate, Aiden.

Deciding that true romantic heroes are a thing of the past, Eloise Kelly, an intelligent American who always manages to wear her Jimmy Choo suede boots on the day it rains, leaves Harvard's Widener Library bound for England to finish her dissertation on the dashing pair of spies the Scarlet Pimpernel and the Purple Gentian. What she discovers is something the finest historians have missed: a secret history that begins with a letter dated 1803.