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It isn't that hard to be a good maid of honor. Always support your bride-to-be, cohost a gorgeous bridal shower, and never ever sleep with the father of your bride.

Wherever I am, I'm the biggest guy in the room. People don't just gawk when they see me. They keep their distance, which is fine by me. Why do you think I bought a fixer-upper in the country? I don't mind the manual labor, just like I don't mind the solitude. I've got my own business and projects, and no room for anything—or anyone—else. That is, until an angel shows up on my doorstep, clutching a month-old advert touting a room for rent in my house.

I never claimed to be a saint. But it wasn't until I found myself in cuffs that I learned the damage I was capable of. The only sunshine on those gray prison days came in the form of letters from a hopeful teenager with a quick wit. But the letters weren't addressed to me. They were meant for my bastard cellmate, who'd sooner toss them on the floor with the rest of his trash. So, I picked them up, read them, and wrote back, signing each letter, Love, Dad.

Leo Wells is the last person I want to be skating with. He's aloof, abrasive . . . and stupidly attractive. Never mind the fact that I had a lapse in judgment one night with him in the past. We may not like each other, but I like winning more and if I want to do that, I need him. We need each...

Two things I'm gonna do at college: land an internship, and lose my virginity. I just didn't expect it to be with my brother's best friend. But the way he swings his hockey stick around as the captain of the team has me seeing stars. He may be a bad-tempered hockey player with everyone else, but he's always had a soft spot for me. He and my brother have been inseparable since they were kids, so we've basically grown up together. He's been to all my birthday parties, and I've never missed a single one of his games.

She stepped up to my side in a dark club and ordered a whiskey. My go-to drink. I didn't know her name, I knew nothing about her, but every part of me came alive. For more than a year my life had been turned upside down. I'd hit a wall at every turn, but suddenly the weight had lifted. And the...

Being a newly minted demon with some shiny black wings of my own should be a dream come true. I mean, I'm back in Hell, I've got power, I'm not a lowly human anymore, this could be the start to happily ever after with my boo Azazel! If only it weren't for that little snag . . . that Lucifer...

Being an angel sucks. Well, a low-ranking angel, that is. Who'd have thought that one of the tasks in Heaven assigned to those not blessed with brain-melting power is shoveling unicorn poop? Not me, that's for sure, although I don't even remember who I was as a human before being turned into an...

I was raised to believe Omegas had value—if not to themselves, then to the highest bidder. Turns out, I was wrong about the bidder part. Thanks to the mess my father left behind, I've spent the last three years working in a velvet cage—dolled up, strapped in corsets, and made to smile for high-rollers and backroom gamblers at The Crimson Roulette, a velvet-gloved prison for girls like me. Until a group of men in tailored suits strolled in with sin in their eyes and luck in their pockets. Didn't flirt. Didn't smirk. Didn't miss. They just played. And won. Their prize? Me.

I learned one lesson early in life: Trust no one. This isn't the first time I've woken up with a stranger looming over my bed. But unlike last time, this dangerous man swears he means me no harm. For some reason, I believe him. But I never expected to fall for him. He's more deadly than the men who kidnapped me, yet I've never felt safer. But is it all an illusion, or is this dark prince truly my white knight?

My cocky next-door neighbor is the most infuriating person in the world—so why did I just hook up with him? Although we pretty much grew up together, we've never managed to get along. I guess he's good-looking, with his baby-blue eyes, amazing hockey-player physique, and boyish smile . . . if you're into that. Which I'm totally not.

The mob boss meets his match in Silver Spoon Falls. At first glance, the curvy little doll turns my entire world upside down and inside out. The only thought on my mind is making Dr. Annabelle Girardi mine. Forever. The emergency room doctor drops into my world and turns things upside down. I might have my work cut out for me but I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart. Because walking away from Belle isn't an option. There isn't any price I won't pay to spend the rest of my life with my soulmate.

I didn't realize I was hooking up with my student, but once I saw his hockey-player body, I couldn't help myself. If anyone finds out, I'll be out of a job. Unlike most college boys, he's mature in all the right ways and completely knows how to turn on a woman.

Silver Spoon Falls was supposed to be an easy mark. Instead, I'm up to my ears in cartels and complications. I waltzed into enemy territory to investigate...and waltzed back out with a new mission in life. Protecting Snow Buchanan from her stepmother and her cartel of henchmen. Her seven furry friends doubt me. Her stepmother wants to kill her. And all I want is to lay siege to her heart. This curvy little princess will be mine.

Lucky for me, I'm immune to the Silver Spoon Falls matchmaking water. I've been watching all my business associates fall victim to its effects, swearing it will never happen to me. Little do I know, Karma already has me in her sights. A relaxing Saturday at my private retreat nearly turns deadly when a bear knocks me overboard. An actual black bear. When a curvy little siren saves me from certain death, the beauty steals my heart in the process. To my horror, my little savior disappears before I'm able to discover her identity.

In 1988, Sloan Hadfield's brother Ridge went fishing with their father and never came home. Their father was arrested and charged with murder. Ridge's body was never recovered, and Sloan's mother slowly descended into madness, insisting her son was still alive. Now, twenty years later, Sloan's life is unraveling. In the middle of a bitter divorce, she's forced to return to her rural Texas hometown when her mother is discharged from a mental health facility. Overwhelmed by memories and unanswered questions, Sloan returns to the last place her brother was seen all those years ago.

Edie Dutton left Kansas with nothing but a few pieces of clothing, a handful of stolen bills, and a forged letter of reference. Since then, she's found a home as a Gilbert Girl at the Crest Stone Hotel. Even despite her transgression at the hotel last fall, she has a second chance to live the life she wants. But Edie Dutton is not her real name, and arriving along with all the newcomers to town comes word that her past may be on its way to put her future in jeopardy.

Jordanna My brother's best friend was officially off duty . . . and off-limits. The wounded soldier had scars that couldn't be seen, and it was my job to help him heal, not fall for him. Ransom Parker was as grumpy as he was gorgeous, but that didn’t stop the sparks from flying between us like...

After dropping out of NYU, moving across the country, and spending the last two years as co-owner of a successful activewear brand, Mackenzie Jean has decided it's time to go back to school. Does she want to finish her degree? Absolutely. But enrolling at Michigan State University is about so much more. Somewhere along the way, she lost herself in the fog of her anxiety, and it's time she rediscovers who she is.

Elizabeth Hartley Campbell arrives at the Crest Stone Hotel, widowed and searching for the brother she hasn't seen in seven years. Distraught to learn he's left, she takes a job as a Gilbert Girl at the hotel's restaurant. She quickly befriends the other girls and finds comfort in helping the hotel prepare for Christmas—until a wayward cowboy wanders in from the snow and sits at her lunch counter.