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Brayden: I'm the man with it all. The pinstriped jersey covering my back garners easy cash, flashy cars and fast women. My gilded name drapes over the city in neon. I have everything. Everything, except the thing I crave most. Ashley Foster. They say you can never go home again. I'm out to prove them wrong. But what if returning requires facing all the things you destroyed? To what lengths would you go to earn forgiveness? Would you beg? Would you borrow? Would you steal?

Summer - Evers Sinclair is dangerous. One flash of that teasing smile, and I know he’s going to ruin me. He makes my body shiver and my brain melt. He’s also a huge mistake. Girls like me don’t land guys like Evers. But every time he knocks on my door, I let him in. I thought we understood each other. I thought we were playing the same game. I was wrong.

Kelsey Sloane's love of books leads to her dream job as an acquisitions editor for an up and coming publisher. What their company needs to really make a name for themselves is a hit release, and Kelsey thinks she may have found it. That is, if the football aspects of the sports-themed love story make sense. Completely clueless on the subject, she calls the local NFL team—the Portland Pioneers—to teach her the basics.

Love, in English is a contemporary romance about the ultimate forbidden love story. To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she'd spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

I only ever loved one woman. I still love her, even though she left to get us breakfast one morning 10 years ago and disappeared. I searched for her for months, but she was just gone. Most days, it's all a distant memory of what could've been, but I do think of her whenever I wake up next to a strange woman and wish it was her. Then I see her on the sunny Mexico City street one random afternoon, and it's like no time has passed at all. But she belongs to the cartel boss now. She's out of my reach. Technically.

Ice: The fighting cage made me a monster, and that's what came out when they freed me. She thinks I saved her from monsters, but she just fell into the hands of an even bigger one. She also thinks we're falling in love. She's wrong. I forgot how to do that. Besides, love's not what I want from her. She should've run away from me when I told her to do it. Because now it's too late. Barbie: I'm not letting him toss me aside. I'm staying right where I am, in his arms, and in his bed, and on the back of his bike.

English Prep has always been known for housing the most uppity, privileged rich kids in all of Pike Valley. That is what has been driven into my brain since attending the opposing prep academy in the area since middle school. So when I am hastily pulled out of Wellington Prep and thrown into English Prep my junior year, it feels like I am being thrown to the wolves. My plan is to blend in and to remain invisible, so I fly under the radar, staying away from the "in" crowd. Then I lock eyes with Ollie Powell.

Priest just woke up in hell. Hell is Boo's reality. When Priest leaves the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, he didn't know his life was about to change. Run off the road, held captive and beaten, he finds himself in the middle of a war. His captors want him to betray his club, but that will never happen. And who is the woman sneaking into his cell? She's beautiful, broken, and full of fear. Priest knows he has to escape, but can he leave her behind?

Helena has purposefully pushed love away anytime it even looks at her funny. She won't be burned like that again. She's even gone so far as to get the one job in town that would keep men off her back. No one is going to make a pass at the plus-size manager of the Naughty Wolf gentleman's club. Except the town's matchmaker doesn't buy any of it. Now Helena's goal is to get through Friendsgiving without appearing like a pathetic loser who doesn't have anyone to love them. What she needs is one of those growly Troika boys to act as her date just for one night.

When librarian Stevie Price goes out with some friends on New Year's Eve, she never expects to come home on the back of a motorcycle with four sexy demons who claim they're her new protectors. And she definitely doesn't expect to be hunted by a crazed she-devil named Luci who wants her dead. But she's not going down without a fight. Now, if she can just stop herself from falling in love with Damon, Lachlan, Matteo, and Rex? Maybe she's got a chance in hell of surviving this mess....

Turns out almost getting murdered and finding out you're part of a thought-to-be-extinct bloodline makes people notice you. Between a forbidden romance with my Arcane History prof, an accidental familiar bond with two shifters, and what I suspect about the Magistrate, hiding the truth is becoming impossible. As if I also need to be tormented by the ghosts of my insane ancestors . . . thanks, universe. Meanwhile, Cal and Adrian try to solve a mystery of their own: shifters from other packs are going missing, and all the evidence points to witches. But then they vanish, too.

Emerson LeBlanc doesn’t enter society much. He only ventures out in pursuit of new art for his collection. It starts with a haunting painting. Then he meets the artist. Innocent Daphne Morelli is more exquisite than anything he’s ever seen. He becomes obsessed with her. It doesn’t matter that she’s a living, breathing person with her own hopes and dreams. She’ll be the perfect addition to his collection.

They say that every tragic hero has a fatal flaw, a secret sin, a tiny stitch sewn into his future since birth. And here I am. My sins are no longer secret. My flaws have never been more fatal. And I've never been closer to tragedy than I am now. I am a man who loves, a man whose love demands much in return. I am a king, a king who was foolish enough to build a kingdom on the bones of the past. I am a husband and a lover and a soldier and a father and a president. And I will survive this. Long live the king.

One night destroyed everything. Lindsey's heart. Karma's body. Her hopes for the future are shattered. His purpose in the Black Hoods MC is unclear. They thought they could weather any storm as long as they had each other. But some storms are too powerful. And some loves aren't as strong as they may seem.

I hate Simon Banks. I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant . . . ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night . . . or his hands . . . and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There's just one problem—he lives here.

"I'd seen enough of Creedence Gentry to know he might be the worst thing I could do. Yet one lustful glance from him scrambled all my sanity. My life hasn't been uneventful, and a few things should have sunk in by now. I'm a tired age-21 with a laundry list of heartbreaks. Most of all, I know what carnage comes from carelessly risking the heart. So what drives me to jump into bed with a brooding player who can barely carry a conversation?"

Mia Collins has an amazing life. She was popular in high school, and college is off to a great start. Everything seems perfect until she goes home for the break and everything changes. One night sets everything in motion and Mia's world begins to fall apart. She's stunned that the life she thought she knew was all a lie. After she loses her family, she's forced to start over. This time though, she vows to not let anyone get close to her again - to not get hurt again. But life has a funny way of doing the opposite of what you ask for.

Every night, when I close my eyes, I relive that moment. The heat, the smoke, and the cruel smile on her face. For the longest time, I believed them. All I wanted was to find a place to belong, to be needed. But who could ever need me, a prey shifter? How can a rabbit be useful, especially when I lack elemental magic?

A city girl leaves her life behind in LA to start over in a small town… It’s a cliché, but it’s also Amelia Taylor’s life. And her new life as a romance novelist and motelier is going great—until Nathan Hart checks in. Of course he’s disastrously handsome, thoroughly disagreeable, and seems to be set against Amelia on sight. Of course there’s smoldering tension between them that can’t be ignored. They’d make the perfect enemies to lovers story. It’s one of Amelia’s favorite tropes.

A girl on the run should never fall in love with her bounty hunter. A witch should never fall in love, period. But I did, and now I'm paying for my sins in Nightstone. I'm also committing all-new sins with a sexy alpha wolf and one delectable alpha vampire. It's unheard of: two alphas from two different factions, falling in love with one woman. Our relationship has brought new peace when everyone expected a turf war. Except...someone needs that war between my two alpha males.