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Noah gave me his mark, made me his, and vanished all in the same night. Kingston used that moment to claim me and bind me to him irrevocably. What he couldn’t know was by sealing our bond, he set something in motion none of us can stop. He unlocked my wolf, freed her from her cage, and she wants nothing more than to make up for lost time by starting off with a bang…literally. His mark throws me straight into my first heat. My wolf mate can give me his knot, but I’m insatiable. I need more.

I'd been running from my past when I stumbled into the small town of Sutten Mountain, tired and alone. That's where I met a broken single dad and his adorable daughter. Dean has more money than he could ever spend but couldn't keep a nanny. After firing every eligible candidate in town, he was desperate for help. So when his daughter fell in love with me after one brief meeting, I instantly became perfect for the job.

Rush is a Fae Guardian, a wolf-shifter whose enhanced abilities have made him a ruthless protector of Elphyne. His job is to protect the realm from the human enemy. But one night of weakness resulted in a curse worse than death – exile. Now he spends his lonely time longing to be part of the living, once again protecting them from monsters… until one mysteriously washes up on the shores of his lake. The only one to have miraculously seen him in decades, Clarke is the sunshine to his grump. But if he hands her over to the authorities, his curse will be broken.

Basilio DiLustro. Charming. Deadly. A monster dressed in a three-piece-suit. Wynter Star. Realist with the most romantic of hearts, hiding it all under her ice princess fame. The two were never meant to cross paths. When they do, worlds collide and volcanoes erupt. Basilio makes her feel everything when she’s with him. Protected. Loved. Desired. Every monster has a weakness. She’s his. His obsession. His addiction. His only salvation.

He's That Guy. You know, the hero in almost every romance novel. The super-rich, powerful CEO who is beyond sexy. Lives in a penthouse. Is wicked in bed. Has massive.... feet. Is kind of a jerk, but really he's not because he harbors some major secret that, once revealed, explains why he is the way he is - therefore completely redeeming himself and making all the listeners who hated to love him swoon....

You want to know the secret to everlasting happiness? Never fall in love. That was the wisdom my father imparted to us James boys after our mom died, and it’s a piece of advice that’s served me well. Until dear old Dad asks me for a favor over Sunday brunch. No big deal, right? I love making my old man happy. Except this “favor” is a lot more complicated than picking up his dry cleaning. Dad wants me to marry and provide a few heirs for the James empire, and he’s even done me the courtesy of handpicking my bride-to-be. Lucky me.

I was loved by two men—one was my husband and the other was his best friend. I was only in love with one. Then he forgot I existed. Hudson Mackay was the only man I ever wanted. The man I married. The man who promised to love me "'til death do us part." I never thought I'd get the chance to see him again, to ask how he could betray me. Until one day, I discover he's alive. Except, he has no idea who I am. I never truly knew my husband. And now, he doesn't know me.

There’s a demon out there who needs to pay for what he's done. And with my Redleg family, I'll usher him to his judgment day. Just when I thought Lettie and I finally found our happily ever after, danger stands in the way. The mafia wants payback for what they lost when I rescued her. I want vengeance for what they did to her. And everyone at Redleg wants justice. Lettie deserves a happy ending. And maybe I do too. Yet we can’t find peace until this nightmare is behind us. When I think we’re almost in the clear, I come face-to-face with our worst nightmare.

For ten years she’s been under my skin and out of my grasp. The last time I saw her, I decimated her and everything she valued. Not a day passes that I don’t crave one more dose of her. And Ivy Ford’s everything I remember. Beautiful. Graceful. Seemingly innocent. I wish that were the case. There’s only one reason she’s reinserted herself into my life. Revenge.

Year after year, Willa stands by, watching as the bartender/playboy drowns his demons in beer and sex. Then one night, he shows up at her door, suddenly aware that the girl he's seen around Lark Cove is now a beautiful woman. Except what he doesn't remember is that this visit isn't his first. They spent a night together once before. A night he's forgotten, thanks to a bottle of tequila. A night that crushed a timid girl's heart and set a broken man on the path to heal them both.

Romance can be a little complicated when you get sucked into a wormhole. Just ask high school English teacher June Flint. One little solar flare happens and suddenly you find yourself 85 years in the future. Eighty-five years from your dream job. Your ailing mother whose only companion in this world is you. Your favorite stuffed-crust pizza from DeLucia’s on Sunday nights. But when June’s cell phone inexplicably picks up a signal, she’s able to call back to the present—more specifically, four weeks before she accidentally time traveled.

Verena was the lost princess of Marmoris, the very thing we had spent our entire lives looking for, and I had let her go. The lingering taste of her mixed with the deep ache in my chest over her betrayal haunted my days and nights. I knew she was hiding something, but her secrets were far more treacherous than I could have imagined. Though I wished my own betrayal hadn't been so bitter on my tongue. Now, my dreams are haunted by the way her deep blue eyes looked up at me in shock when I revealed I knew her truth.

August Cruz is the only man I've ever loved. He's the one who got away. He's the one I totally screwed over. Now he's standing on my doorstep, nine years later, but he's not the only thing that turns up. My mother's lost diary is in my hands, and it might lead me to my father. A possibility I wished for one year ago, at my last birthday. I have 36 hours to fulfill that wish. I have 36 hours to drag August on a wild scavenger hunt. I have 36 hours to protect my heart before I lose him again . . . because there's something he's not telling me.

Ella Couture didn't mean to save herself. But success runs in the family, and Ella, a fiery and self-made interior decorator, never wanted to settle for anything less than a quality man. But another disappointing breakup has Ella flirting with the idea of a meaningless fling - because this whole v-card business has gone on for way too long. When Ella visits her brother, Lance, for the weekend, she finds herself all alone with his teammate Radar. The rugged hockey star is tall, chiseled, and gorgeous - and based on his past, he won't get attached....

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.

Cannon: The first female Cerberus team member wasn't impressed with my corny pickup lines and wide smile like the other women I use it on. I should move on, but her rejection stings. I also can't figure out if it's the chase I crave, or if this woman is someone special I've been missing in my life.

Tripping into a gorgeous man when signing up at a Habitat for Humanity build should be a bonus, right? Not when that hunk decides it would be fun to prank me. To be fair, I'm not what I'd call "handy." I'm a genius at styling my clients, but manual labor isn't my thing. Still, I'm determined to better myself by helping my community. Then Owen too-hot-to-be-human Philips told me to show up wearing hazmat-level gear. He's all apologetic now, being nice and sweet and hot. I'm ready to forgive and forget. To be honest, I'm also ready to climb him like a freaking tree.

Am I friends with JP Cane? Ha! That's laughable. Besides the fact that he’s adopted some far-fetched notion from the movie When Harry Met Sally that says men and women can't be friends and work together, it’s safe to say we're not friends. He's annoyingly loud, obnoxiously handsome, and has made an art out of poking all my hot buttons...multiple times a day. So you can imagine how disgruntled I am when I not only have to fly to San Francisco with him for work, but stay in the same penthouse. Yup, we're sharing the same air, 24-7. We're talking full-fledged working roommates.

I've landed in New York City with my resume in one hand and my V-card in the other. The resume? I'll give to any man on the street. The other? Well...I won't settle for anything less than lightning-bolt chemistry, and so far, no one has flipped that switch. Until I meet Barclay Hammond, CEO of the most prestigious publishing house in NYC and the city's most eligible bachelor. He's commanding, charming, gorgeous...and my new boss.

The memory of Josiah DeMille has haunted me for close to a decade. The way he looked. The way he smelled. The way his lips felt pressed against mine, even when they shouldn't have been. The one person I've never been able to get over. The one singular part of my past I've never been able to move on from. In every lyric sung into the microphone, in every chord strummed on the guitar, in the bottom of every single whiskey bottle, he's there. His memory has me in a chokehold. His absence a gaping hole in my chest. I gave up years ago, wondering if I'd ever stop thinking about him.