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Careful little eyes what you see. Careful little ears what you hear. Careful... His breath hit my neck, lips brushing skin. "Little mouth what you say. Then again, yours has been doing a lot lately, hasn't it?" All it took was one phrase—"Wanna play a game?"—and I was already losing. To the enemy. To a Tinder date gone violently wrong. To the Syndicate's most dangerous heir. It was supposed to be my last middle finger to the establishment before they sacrificed me on the family altar of arranged marriage. So I took control. I made the rules. I chose the husband. Louis De Lange.

After a career-ending accident, former NFL recruit Ian Hunter is back on campus - and he's ready to get his new game on. As one of the masterminds behind Wingmen, Inc., a successful and secretive word-of-mouth dating service, he's putting his extensive skills with women to work for the lovelorn. But when Blake Olson requests the services of Wingmen, Inc., Ian may have landed his most hopeless client yet.

It’s not every day you're slapped on stage by two different women you've been dating for the last year. What sort of ballsy woman gets on stage and slaps a rockstar? Does nobody have self-control anymore? It may have been the talk of the Grammys. I was 33, hardly ready to settle down. Except now it's getting forced on me. Seaside, Oregon. My bandmates were more than happy to settle down, dig their roots into the sand, and start popping out kids. Meanwhile I was still enjoying life. Until now. I'm teaching freaking guitar lessons at the local studio for the next two months.

Three kids under the age of six, and she left because she missed it. Because her dream had never been to have a family, no her dream had been to marry a rockstar and live the high life. Moving my recording studio to Seaside Oregon seems like the best idea in the world right now. I need a sitter and fast. Someone who won't flip me off when I ask them to sign an Iron Clad NDA, someone who won't sell our pictures to the press, and most of all? Someone who looks absolutely nothing like my ex-wife.

I had his posters on my wall when I was 16, and when I accidentally got pregnant in high school, his was the face I dreamt of when I closed my eyes at night. Now, more than 20 years later, that dream has turned into reality. Not only is Drew Amhurst in my tiny town of Seaside, alive and in the flesh, but he's mentoring my rock-star son. Drew says he's mine for a week, and he made me three promises: no strings attached, no falling in love, and only seven days.

What's harder than having to babysit a bunch of musicians in the small town of Seaside, Oregon? Adding your ex to the mix. She hates me. I freaking loathe her. I was stupid enough to say yes. Stupid enough to take one last chance on helping rebuild her acting career. I'm a sucker for a challenge. But I didn't expect to care....

My name is shouted on rooftops. It's written on bras, on the inside of bathroom stalls - hell, my name is everywhere. To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your damn house. My name is Zane Saint Andrews. I'm sex. I'm a rock god. I'm also a virgin. What they don't know won't kill them, right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain by listening to my song and knowing without a doubt that I'm talking about them and only them.

Charlie never expected the fine print to include stolen kisses, snowbound nights, and a Clause that could melt the North Pole. This Christmas, get ready to feel naughty and nice... Disclaimer: This agreement requires Charlie Lyn Horseman to deliver in-person services for one holly-jolly night. The specifics shall be determined by Charlie and Stetson, fueled by mistletoe, mischief, and mutual pleasure.

The day I buried my boyfriend, the Families replaced him with the man who rejected me four years ago—Ace "Matchstick" De Lange. Cold. Calculated. Deadly. He has the bedside manner of a serial killer and the looks of a fallen angel. And now, he's my shadow, ensuring I don't end up in the grave beside the man who died for me. I despise that I'm the one left behind. I loathe how Ace provokes me, pulling me from the abyss of my sorrow. But most of all, I hate that the only piece I have left of my dead boyfriend is something others would kill to possess.

What started as me venting my dating disasters online (creative outlet, don't judge) has turned into a blog with actual followers—and the only thing keeping me in my dirt-cheap apartment. My grandmother-slash-landlord insists I "prove my creativity" to stay, so the blog lives on. Except now my readers want a happy ending with an ex. Problem? None of my exes qualify. So… I invent one. The perfect guy. The one that got away.

Los dioses no están muertos; tan solo están dormidos, encerrados en cuerpos mortales, desperdigados por el mundo y esperando a que la chispa adecuada los despierte. Y mi padre es el más despiadado de todos. Me crio para obedecer. Para sangrar. Para ser su espada cuando llegue el momento. Y ahora me ha enviado a la Universidad de Endir, un lugar lleno de linajes antiguos y secretos letales, para recuperar el Mjölnir, el martillo de las leyendas. Si fracaso, todas las personas que quiero morirán.

Fallen Gods is a Norse-inspired adult fantasy romance from Rachel Van Dyken, filled with ancient secrets and perilous desire. The world believed the Gods were myth and the Giants were only stories. They were wrong. The Gods aren't dead - they're merely sleeping, locked in mortal bodies...

I see everything. I feel everything. I watch people fall in love. I watch them burn with hate, anger, rage, and I see the cycle repeat over and over again. I take it on every night I work at Timber, aka Anubis’s bar in downtown Seattle, and then I help the rest of the immortals keep the very intense balance between Heaven and Earth. I see everyone's future but mine, and when I try to look, all I see is darkness, despair, need…

How it started: An accidental phone grab during my rehearsal dinner while my fiancé went to use the restroom. How it ended: Reading all the dirty texts between him and my maid of honor, aka little sister, during our vows in front of the world in what would later be considered one of the most viral wedding videos on TikTok. Did I mention his vows were before mine, and he compared me to my adopted dog because, and I quote, “I’m so loyal”?

I will do anything for my family, and as the heir to the Campisi Mafia throne, I fall on my sword and do what's expected of me—it wasn't an accident that I was given the name King. I marry the girl I love—who's already in love with someone else, and because I'm a masochist, I make him her personal bodyguard. After all, who better to protect the woman I love than the man she loves? I have seven days after our wedding to own her—body and soul. Seven days to show her everything I feel.

For ten years the Cosa Nostra has ruled with an iron fist in Chicago—their reign is about to end, and I’ll be the one to bring them down. I’m the Grim Reaper of the Sicilian mafia, and I bow to no one, not even her, so when she asks me to teach her to fight, when she tells me she wants to be made, I give in just so I can piss off the bosses.

A dark mafia tale of love and redemption by Rachel Van Dyken, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Eagle Elite series....

Ai-Ri has been training under YK Management in Korea for two years without any results. She doesn’t fit the typical mold for a successful K-POP idol image, literally down to her blood type. She has six more months before college entrance exams which means she only has six months to make it as an idol before her dreams are crushed. Things take a turn when two of the most famous male idols break away from their group and decide to form their own co-ed group, a rarity. And wonder of all wonders, they need one more girl.

Pretty things aren’t meant to be broken. But I broke her, and now we both have to pay the price. I’m her nightmare. I’m her savior. And now that I have her signature on an ironclad contract, I own her body and soul.

Intern with Korea’s number one record label? Yes, please. Find out there’s a huge scandal I need to help “manage”…not so much. Add in the fact that I don’t recognize the “superstars” of the label and think they’re interns. And my dream job quickly becomes more of a nightmare. But I’m in Seoul, the one place that is beginning to feel more and more like home. Except it isn’t home, and the drama surrounding the biggest K-pop group in the world, SWT, is consuming my every moment.