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There’s no redemption for a man with his past. No future for a relationship built on stalking and kidnapping. At least, that’s what he believes. When he meets Daphne again, she’s not a piece of art. She’s a woman determined to paint a new path. For herself. For him. Except the ocean holds more than shadows. It holds danger that could ruin them both.

I get it. We were in elementary school. Just a couple of kids on the playground. But after Nash Hendrix called me Enemy instead of Emily, his stupid nickname haunted me for years. Now our best friends are getting married, and they expect me to stand across the aisle from Nash the Ruiner without killing him? Whatever. I can survive that. It’s only for one weekend. Until it’s not. When I get roped into wedding planning at all the same places Nash is fundraising, I’m ready to blow up our truce. But the more time we spend together, the more I feel like…not murdering him.

Three years ago, I fell truly, madly, deeply in love. It was kind of hard not to when Cash Denton, the sexiest man alive, literally ran into me on the streets of Bordeaux, France, and kissed me. Best. Meet. Cute. Ever. That led to the best two months of my life. Or . . . so I thought, until Cash disappeared into thin air. At first, I assumed he was in a coma or had amnesia after a tragic accident, since there’s no way he would have left me. But that was just wishful thinking because, you guessed it, he ghosted me with a capital G.

Peyton Westbury is determined to make her dreams of motherhood come true, even as she faces the physical and emotional toll of the IVF process. With hormonal ups and downs and the strain it places on her relationship with her husband Noah, Peyton must find the strength to persevere.

I wanted answers. To know who I was and where I came from. How had I ended up in those woods all alone? Why didn't I have elemental magic like everyone else? What made me so different? I thought I wanted it more than anything, but I was wrong. Everything is spinning out of control as my past and present collide, leaving me feeling like a stranger to myself. I always wanted to find my home, a place where I belong, but what if home isn't a place? What if it's a feeling? Home is with the guys, and while they might drive me up the wall with their alpha tendencies, I wouldn't change a thing.

Love and happily ever after? It's not for me. I'm much happier keeping everyone at arm's length, focusing on my government cybersecurity work. Then, I push things a little too far and hack my way into trouble. When I need to lay low and stay off the radar for a bit, what better place to do so than on Oakley Island with my sisters? With limited housing options, I reluctantly agree to stay on the yacht of the very annoying Benedict King, the billionaire who has been messing—flirting?—with me since we met. I did not agree, however, to a voyage out to sea.

They say nothing compares to the first kiss. That sentence needs to be amended. Nothing compares to the first kiss from Oliver Best. I knew at the moment our lips touched that the cocky rockstar would be forever imprinted in my mind. I also knew that loving him would be my destruction. And yet, love him I did.

This was not how my wedding was supposed to happen. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It's nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She's the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right.

I said I’d never set foot on Oakley Island again. Not so long as he lived there. After my life implodes, I’m reconsidering everything. Including my reasons for avoiding the first—and only—man I’ve ever loved. I’m a high achiever. Driven. Maybe a little too driven. So when my boyfriend confesses to cheating and steals the promotion I’ve been working toward for years, I do the unthinkable for someone like me. I break. The timing couldn’t be better for me to fall apart. I escape to the idyllic Oakley Island and oversee the renovations on my late grandmother’s estate.

In the Gladium Province, the boundaries between humans and Morgons, the dragon-hybrid race, continue to blur as a new generation surrenders to long-forbidden temptation.... Sorcha Linden does whatever she wants whenever she wants, and no one can stop her. Least of all a man. After all, they're good for only one thing - warming her bed. But then she meets Lorian Nightwing, brother of Lucius.

Jesse Falcon has dedicated his life to one cause: to fight against that which has taken so much from him. He's learned the hard way that if you want something to be done, you have to do it yourself. No more waiting for others to make a difference. With football, a pre-med program, and a coveted internship, he has no time for anything or anyone else. The truth is, he doesn't think his barely healed heart can take it. Despite his determination to remain distant, he soon finds a girl who will not only fracture that resolve but shatter it completely.

Imprisoned, afraid, and with no memory of who I am, I’ve been thrown to the wolves—literally. Before today there are only dark, shadowed memories I’m too scared to even think about. It doesn't take me long to find out no one escapes from the Island of the Damned, a hidden paranormal prison camp in the depths of Siberia. Especially not a chubby, boring, plain old human woman like me. But I have to. Especially when every other man here wants to claim me for their pack. The only comfort I find is a deep, intimate connection to the wolf-shifters who rescue me.

Captivating. Vulnerable. Agonizing. Seductive. Frankie Clermont was supposed to be like a sister to me for as long as I’d known her. But no one knew the depths of our lies. I had been in love with her before…before everything changed what we could be. Undeniably connected and effortlessly infatuated, the two of us had remained each other’s weaknesses through everything. I couldn’t afford to allow her to be my weakness anymore. I was in love with someone else. I was engaged. But it didn’t matter how much time had passed, the moment I saw her again, I knew I would never escape her.

As a single dad, my life revolves around my daughter. No complaints...until my ex-wife forces my hand over custody. I needed a cover story. In steps Katharine Morello. My best friend's sister is ready and willing to be my fake fiancee. Overnight we're engaged. A temporary arrangement. No sex. No strings attached. No complications. Easy, right? Not quite. The last few months, I've been doing dirty things to her in my imagination. But that's all they'll ever be. Fantasies. One night make-believe merges with reality. Sparks fly - and burn. Now I want her. All of her.

Being the daughter of a billionaire, you would think my life had always been easy. But no, not for one second has my life ever been easy. And now I’m being forced into a marriage with my father’s right-hand man, and if I refuse him I stand to lose my inheritance. And while I find him extremely handsome, it’s the darkness that I sense in him that both frightens and calls to me.

She doesn't know I'm a prince. I like to secretly hook up with random girls at a club. Especially when they're girls I can't have. Girls like Maya, who works for me. My family hired her to design our outfits, but I want more. In fact, I'd much rather see us together… without clothes and in my bed. The only problem is… I'm a prince and she doesn't know. Too bad we already made out at the club. When she walks into my room, she'll find out just how hard I can be. And how hard I'll fight to win her over…

I'm Alice, and for years, I've had dreams about talking to the Devil. They're not nightmares. In fact, they're far from it. Our conversations are innocent, but certainly not normal. Though, if I'm honest, I'm not even sure what about my life is . . . I always thought that someday my namesake would prove true, and I'd get a fairy tale of my own. After all, I live in a world where magic exists, so why not hope? However, instead of a rabbit, what came to whisk me away was a vicious beast with green eyes. And instead of taking me to Wonderland, it dragged me kicking and screaming to Hell.

Mik Volkov used to be the Wolf Tzar, now he doesn't even know who or what he is. He can't shift from his wolf form, and the beast rules his mind, looking for vengeance and violence. The only thing keeping him sane is his obsession with the woman who smells like ripe peaches and lust.

For Sienna Faremin, staying alive has been merely a byproduct of the torture she received for over a decade. Running one mission after another for the Magick council, she is nothing more than their personal assassin, leaving her hands bloodier than most. When she's tasked with killing a man believed to be the last surviving member of a Guardian family, Sienna accepts, only to discover the man she's supposed to kill is none other than Daxon Ward, one of only two survivors she saved the night the Guardian academy burned to the ground.

People think it’s easy being Felix Dodd III, and sure, the legacy and inheritance aren’t exactly terrible. But the name comes with so many strings; my hands feel permanently tied. Like I’m stuck following in my father’s footsteps. Like I can’t trust people’s intentions. Like my grandmother wants me settled down before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve got less than zero interest in marriage, ever since my one attempt at love crashed and burned. But Grams won’t let me access my trust until I’m engaged. Which means I need a fiancée.