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Forced to marry the wealthy Count Casbian by her power-hungry father, Margrete turns to the gods, praying for a life free from the men who wish to rule her. Across the sea, a ruthless immortal answers . . . Planning to use Margrete to reclaim a powerful relic stolen from his people, Bash, a devilishly handsome king, kidnaps Margrete on the day of her nuptials. Bringing her to his home, the mystical island of Azantian, it isn't long before a devastating secret is revealed—one that ties Margrete to the gods themselves.

It took just one look, and I knew she was meant to be mine. Her body language told me she was onboard, but my job had her slamming on the brakes. She was convinced professional athletes had a puck bunny in every city, but that was far from the truth. I agreed to be her friend for now . . . but how do I make her see we'd be better as lovers than just friends?

When I agreed to be his roommate, I had no way of knowing that Cole Anderson was one of my father’s star players. Having transferred to Aldridge University for my junior year, I wasn’t familiar with anyone on campus. If there’s one rule I’ve always been supposed to follow, it’s don’t date a basketball player. Cole is different, though, and I don’t want to stay away. But when he finds out I’m the coach’s daughter, I might not have any say in the matter.

The second Annie Daschle tumbles into my arms, I'm a goner. When she asks if we're hiring at Wasted Words, I can only say yes, even though we aren't - it's that early on that I realize I can't say no to her. Not when she asks me to show her around New York, even though I already know I should stay away. Not when she asks if we're friends because I want her so much more than that. But she isn't mine, and she never can be.

Zach and I always have a third. Girls are how we’ve kept it fresh all year. We’ve gone through dozens of them since we got serious, and I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the dynamic of a threesome, because I do. But when this cute girl with pink hair comes sailing into our lives and upends everything - I don’t know if we’ll survive it.

As an infant, I was abandoned on the steps of a church. My childhood was spent in an abusive foster home. At nineteen, I killed someone. Not long after, three men in black cloaks kidnap me and whisk me through a magical portal to a world I never knew existed. But the enchanting realm of Celestria is in turmoil. A dark enemy has infiltrated the land and is attempting to seize control. The last hope of the people of Celestria is locating Changelings in the mortal world . . . like me. Yet an assessment of my magic leads to a shocking revelation.

Freedom. Choice. That's all Ainsley yearned for in life. But when she learns her parents betrothed her to Prince Dashiell, she knows those are two things she will never attain. When Ainsley is sent to live in the Palace of Caelum, she is made painfully aware that she is out of her depth and forced to navigate this new world utterly alone. She quickly realizes that her sharp tongue, quick wit, and stubbornness will only get her so far.

The hunt is beginning to wear Mason down…until he meets (slightly) famous fashion designer Diego. Everything sparks between them - the banter, the sex, the fiery eye contact across a crowded room. There's just one thing: Diego is already married and living his happily-ever-after, which luckily (or not) for Mason includes outside courtships. But not quite in the way he'd always imagined. Mason thought he knew what would make him happy, but it turns out the traditional life he'd expected has some surprises in store.

We all have our strengths and weakness. We're all good at something and bad at something else. This is why we need each other. This is why it makes sense for Ethan and me to be together. I'm the good girl, the careful, cautious one who thinks before she acts. Ethan is the bad boy, the risk taker, the person who jumps into action regardless of the consequences. Sometimes you can't wait to think before you act, though. Sometimes you can't be careful or cautious.

I still don't know how to tell my dad that I'm dating my stepsister. I don't know if I can ever tell him. He's already voiced his disapproval, whether he realizes it or not. With more and more people trying to interfere, it's getting harder to keep this a secret, though....

I don't know. I'm not even sure I should try, because I'm pretty sure I'll say something dumb. Dating is hard, all right? Maybe you think it's hard to actually get someone to start dating you, but I think that's the easy part. It doesn't matter if you screw it up, because you can just move on to the next girl.

Why am I dating this girl? I'm supposed to be the one teasing her and getting what I want. It's not supposed to be the other way around. I'll give her what she wants when I'm good and ready to do it. That's how this used to work. She's changed the rules completely.

This is bad. Very bad. He's rubbing off on me. Resident bad boy Ethan Colton is turning me into an irresponsible bad girl. Rule number two: When I tell you to come here, you come here. It's still an order, still practically growling at me, commanding me to obey him, but it's more, too. It's fun and flirty, a little playful. I can see why girls fall for him, can see why his devious smirk melts their resistance, because it's doing the same to me.

Rule # 12: You can tease me, Ethan, and we can play, but you can't be mean to me. I need to know that there's more, that this isn't wrong, that you feel the same way I feel.... I never wanted to hide this from you, Dad. It wasn't about that. It wasn't that I was ashamed or thought I was doing anything wrong, but I didn't think you'd understand, and I wanted to be with Ashley. I want to keep being with her, and whenever I thought about telling you and then thought about you getting mad about it...well, yeah, that's it.

 David Holloway is used to hard assignments. Now, he faces his most difficult yet: cozying up to the soft curves of Swan Jamison. He wants to know the island beauty ... in every way. But romancing Swan as part of his SEAL team’s mission tests his honor, even as his feelings become increasingly real. Soon, he must make a choice: duty...or desire? 

You are cordially invited to the party of the century. There's no greater thrill than in the moment a courier hands you the heavy invitation with those words etched on the front. Because you've just joined the most exclusive group in New York. The Bright Young Things. Lavish parties. Irreverent treasure hunts. Every event is a sparkling spectacle, stalked not only by the media, but by the law, who's declared war. They're out to ruin everyone's good time, starting with uncovering the mysterious benefactor leading the group....

I thought I was a good girl, but then why do I love hearing all of the naughty things he says he wants to do to me? Rule number three: You can change your mind, Ashley. Not just now. Whenever. I could tell Ethan that the only thing I'll regret about this is that we only have a week together. Except I can never tell him that. I need to stop. I need to understand that this is a temporary situation, and that I'll never have it ever again, because no matter what, it won't work out, whether I want it to or not.

How can something so wrong be so perfect at the same time? Rule number five - I'm going to show you some things that you'll never forget. It's wrong. Not just this, but everything. I knew it was wrong, but I thought I could get away with it. Why, though? I'm not like this. I'm good. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl who does everything right, prim and proper. I don't cause trouble, I don't get into trouble, I don't....

I don't know when it happened. I didn't think it'd ever happen. I can't lose her. I can't even imagine losing her. Rule number six: This is supposed to be fun. Understand? He's my bad boy and I'm his good girl. And, yes, he's my stepbrother and I'm his stepsister.

You have to be pretty desperate to consult someone referred to as the "Drunken Psychic" for insight into your perennially single status. Because tonight, after trying to make heads or tails of the psychic's mysterious pronouncements about my love life, I arrive home to find a man on my couch.