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.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

I am tasked with healing my sworn enemy. I would rather fight a wild boar bare-handed. Nursing an injured soldier isn’t my idea of a good time. Rourk is grumpy, stubborn, and entirely too handsome for his own good. The Oathlander makes a terrible patient. Every order is met with skepticism or complaint. But an oath is an oath. And in our forced proximity, I see the side of him that’s surprisingly human—and occasionally funny. He is everything I’ve been taught to hate, yet something about him intrigues me. Maybe it’s the hardened warrior showing me his soft side, or the way he ...

SERIES COMPLETE! He came into my life and turned it upside down, pulling me out of prison and into an engagement I don’t want. Locked away in the darkness for almost as long as I can remember for powers I didn’t know I possessed, I have long given up on using my magic. Then Saile comes into my life in a blaze of light, magic and mesmerizing blue eyes, whisking me out of prison and back into a world that is confusing and not how I remembered it.. I don’t even know that my desire for the gorgeous fae who rescued me is forbidden and my people are now hunted down by his. And I have no ...

Snowstorms, prophecies, and a fated mate who wants me gone… I’m not in Colorado anymore. I thought working a double shift in a blizzard was bad enough. Then I stepped out into the storm, and it swallowed me whole. Now I’m in a kingdom of ice, and the man in charge is none other than Jack Frost himself—cold, arrogant, and really not thrilled that I’ve shown up as his so-called mate. Jack says my warmth is a danger to his world, that I’m destined to ruin him and his frozen realm. Instead of sending me home, he keeps me trapped in his towering castle, where his wintry gaze and ...

Raised to be Queen, now I need to be engaged to get my crown. No one said I have to marry him, though. I’ve always been able to take care of myself and my people, so I can’t believe I need to rely on a man because of some stupid law. But I have a plan that should make this easy. I sent a proposal to a prince I only vaguely remember. When I get my crown, I can just send him back home. He’s infuriating and able to get under my skin with just a word or a look. And I didn’t expect his captivating copper eyes or the sculpted body I just want to run my hands over. A single touch threatens...

He’s a wolf in exile; she’s the one person who can bring him home. I wasn’t looking for company, but when I saw her stranded on the side of the road, something about Sage made it impossible to drive by. Maybe it was her guarded gaze or the way she sized me up like she could handle anything that came her way. Or maybe it was just that, for the first time in a long while, I felt something other than anger. I’ve got my own problems—an exile, a cursed artifact, and a pack that wants my head on a plate. The last thing I need is a witch tangled up in my mess. The more time we spend ...