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She's fake dating the wrong guy. Enter Mr. Right. Scottie I've spent my whole life cleaning up after Jake Rodgers—the bad boy of Major League Baseball. So when his latest PR disaster threatens to send him to the minors, agreeing to fake date him feels noble. Temporary. Manageable. Then hot...

She's sunshine. He's frostbite. They've got 1,600 miles to go—and he's about to discover his new enemy might be his anonymous online soulmate. Oliver Fletcher has one goal, and he's not happy about it: get home for his brother's wedding. After extreme weather cancels every flight, his only...

After my ex dumps me in front of the whole town, my matchmaking business is skating on thin ice. To save it, I rope in my far-too-single best friend, Asher. Finding him a match should be easy. He's six-foot-three of pure trouble, with eight-pack abs sharper than all my matchmaking skills. And it really shouldn't bother me. Oh, except he was my first crush. But he made it clear I'm just friend material. We even made a pact: no dating each other. Ever. Except Asher's dates keep going down in flames, and those broad shoulders keep shielding me from my ex.

If you aren't helping catapult my family's vineyard to success, you're in my way. I don't have the time or patience for problems...and the gorgeous little social media manager my cousins just hired is a big problem. Constance Maverick pushes every button I have, and she does it with a smile on her face. That doesn't stop me from fantasizing about the ninety different ways I'd like her tied to my desk. It certainly doesn't stop me from claiming her as mine, either.

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.

I go through crushes faster than a kid goes through presents on Christmas morning. When I crash into my annoying(ly hot) nemesis and we get stuck on the elevator during a blackout, the last thing I expect is to develop feelings for him. Nate Cruz is opinionated, a stickler for justice, talks with his hands, and is the space heater keeping me safe while we're stuck on this freezing metal box. He's also the first person to ever push past my defense mechanisms and see me as more than "the girl who messes up everything" that my family sees.

Sean Phillips is a sexy as sin enigma. Cocky. Promiscuous. The New York Mavericks star wide receiver. His quick moves and sure hands extend way past the lines of the football field - and into the bedroom. Sure of himself and sure of his life, Sean's convinced he can handle anything. But when beautiful, pint-sized Six Malone delivers a challenge he's never faced before, his certainty starts to waver.

Saved from the streets as a child, Elora spent her adolescent years in the care of seven vampires. As time goes by and she enters adulthood, emotions evolve into something unexpected.

When billionaire Archer Gaines needs to escape his father's corrupt shadow and a related scandal, he purchases The Serendipity, a historic apartment building far from New York City. He believes in bottom lines and big business deals, definitely not in the local folklore surrounding the town of Serendipity Springs. So he's eager to move forward with plans to flip the building into luxury lofts. But The Serendipity doesn't particularly care what Archer believes, and the building has plans of its own.

Embarrassing breakups at work cost you promotions. Phoebe learned that the hard way. So when a patron's will names her as the director of a new museum in Serendipity Springs, she jumps at the chance to prove her professionalism. Her new plan: focus on work. Ignore distractions. Definitely ignore men. Easy peasy. But then the mailbox in Phoebe's quirky apartment building starts delivering a series of old love letters written between strangers… sixty years ago.

Sevas has always known her fate wasn't her own. Raised in a penal colony where survival meant submission, she never expected to end up in an Axis-run arena, where bloodshed is entertainment. But she refuses to be a pawn. When she meets Takkian, a powerful Zaruxian warrior with fire in his blood and rebellion in his heart, escape becomes more than just a dream—it becomes her mission. But when the arena pits them against each other in a death match, Sevas must enter the arena to fight the male she loves—or die at his hands.

As the nation's star omega lawyer, getting three small-town hockey players back on the ice should've been a one-day job. Well, turns out this pack of stubborn, unfairly hot alphas doesn't negotiate on standard terms. When it becomes clear they're not interested in my offer, I make my power play and walk… right up until I realize a blizzard's trapped me in their cozy lodge. Suddenly we're sharing space… and heat. My suppressant & scent-blocking drug fails. Our pheromones collide, and old wounds come skating back... Can an omega who's been burned risk letting three alphas this close again?

In the old days, an alpha left his mate by holding the omega down and biting the bonding mark away. Now it's done with a quick, clinical snip, but when my mate leaves me for his wealthy boss, my pain runs just as deep. Not only did my ex shatter my heart, but he also left me with a mountain of debt, a half-renovated house, and a sleazy contractor who's just waiting for me to crumble so he can own me in the worst way. I'm running on empty, with nothing but pure grit getting me through, when I meet Dash Devereux, a famous dancer and fellow omega.

Mason "Axle" Novak lived for speed, danger, and loyalty. All he wanted was to be out on the track. Until Ashlynn Bahr crashed into his life—literally. Her job was supposed to be easy. Deliver the package. Get paid. Walk away. But when bullets started flying, Ashlynn raced blindly into the Redline Speedway. And straight into Axle's arms. Now Ashlynn holds the key to a dangerous secret… and Axle would do whatever it took to protect what's his.

I am home, yet it does not feel like home. The chains on my wrists and ankles are gone, but those around my heart tighten. Is the world truly black and white, or is it just my vision failing? Does all food turn to ash, or is it merely my mouth forgetting how to taste? When the crows call, and the moon hangs heavy, does everyone else drown their sorrow in pillows, or am I the only one? Urai is hell. A kingdom of devils. Yet hell is my heaven. My dark devil—through these falling eyes—is my angel. I breathe, but I do not exist. I exist, but I do not live.

While bonding was certainly eventful for me, it's been anything but the precious occasion pedaled by the Unified Council. But then, most Omegas know the name of the Alpha they share a bond with, and they certainly haven't been suffering from an abnormally aggressive form of bond sickness. Three years later, and given few options to curb the disease, I agree to attend one of the Council's ritzy Matching Galas in the hope of finding a pack that doesn't mind a tarnished Omega. It's a last-ditch effort to keep the sickness at bay, but I'm pessimistic at best.

The first rule of touring? Don’t fall for your crew. Especially not the grumpy, emotionally caged, impossible-to-read sound guy who acts like tolerating pop-country singers is pure torture. Patrick “Patty” O’Shannan clearly doesn’t want to be here. He does his job and barely looks at me unless it’s to scowl. But my last sound engineer quit days before the start of my first tour, and Patty? Well, he was my only option. The deal is simple: he helps me survive the tour, I help him save his family’s bar, and then we go our separate ways. No complications. No getting attached. 

I am home, yet it does not feel like home. The chains on my wrists and ankles are gone, but those around my heart tighten. Is the world truly black and white, or is it just my vision failing? Does all food turn to ash, or is it merely my mouth forgetting how to taste? When the crows call and the moon hangs heavy, does everyone else drown their sorrow in pillows, or am I the only one?

Kane Beckett built his billion-dollar empire from the asphalt up, ruling the underground racing circuit with a ruthless grip. Finding the traitor leaking intel to dirty cops should've been easy…until the suspect's sister rolled into town asking questions.