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Up until the moment I learned that my uncle and coach—the man I've looked up to my entire life—was having an affair with my best friend—the only woman I've ever wanted—I was a good boy. The Saint of hockey. Brooks Langfield: star goalie of the Boston Bolts and an all-around nice guy. Apparently, being good is overrated because seeing Sara blindsided when she learns that the man she was dating is married makes me just angry enough to stop thinking and finally take what I want—a real shot with my best friend.

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....

One beast is bad enough... but three? Briar Rose always knew she would be married to the highest bidder. So it comes as no surprise when she finds herself at the altar with Cillian Blackwood, a notoriously beastly billionaire. No one mentioned anything about the other monsters, though. With his...

Noah Downsby has always had one goal: play professional hockey. Now that he’s finally made it, he’s determined to prove himself. And if he’s going to have the best rookie season in NHL history, he needs zero distractions. But Noah didn’t plan for Allegra—Ally—Callahan moving in with him. With her sassy smile, smart mouth, and bad habit of ‘borrowing’ his jerseys—nevermind her stupid cat who won’t stop sleeping in his bed—one thing’s for certain: Ally is officially a distraction.

A brutal mob boss is brought to heel by the fiery spirit of a jazz dancer who teaches him the meaning of love, in this enemies-to-lovers, marriage-of-convenience dark billionaire romance.

Ren has to be the grumpiest Voxeran in the universe. So why does his touch light me on fire? With the arrival of a ship from Vox, we’ll finally have a chance to escape Nuthora. Unfortunately, the blue-skinned alien rebel who comes to rescue us is the most frustrating man I’ve ever met. From our very first meeting when he pulls a knife on me, to the pointed barbs we trade back and forth, I think it’s safe to say we don’t like each other very much. But that doesn’t explain why he suddenly kisses me in the middle of an argument…or why I kiss him back.

What's a beta to do when her celebrity crush shows up on her front steps? Between a mountain of debt that isn't mine, a threatening pack of asshole alphas that won't take no for an answer, and a restaurant that has never been my dream, I'm barely hanging on to my sanity. You'd never know by...

Do you feel like you're trading too much time for money? Or you want to live the life you know you're meant to live but don't know how to make it happen? Real change doesn't start on the surface; it starts in the subconscious mind. The beliefs you hold about money, success, and freedom quietly shape your financial reality every day.

I used to think surviving the worst was the hard part. But no one talks about what comes after. Learning to trust. To breathe without flinching. To be held without expecting to break. My Alphas saved me. Claimed me. Wrapped me in the kind of love I never believed I'd have. Every day, I wake tangled in their arms with their scents on my skin and their bonds wrapped tight around my soul. And for the first time in years, I feel safe. Whole. Even happy.

The alpha who bit me tells me I'm an omega, and the sudden cherry pie à la mode perfume wafting off me seems to confirm his assertion. But things like this don't happen to girls like me. The one in a million chance at being a late-presenting omega should go to someone else. Not me, a beta who spent years of my childhood being sick. Not me, the girl who historically is only good enough for a one-night stand.

Everybody knows Logan O'Toole, world famous porn star. Except then Devi Dare pops into my world, and pretty soon I'm doing things that aren't like me - like texting her with flirty banter and creating an entire web porn series just so I can get to star in her bed. Again. And again. With Devi, my entire universe shifts, and the more time I spend with her, the more I realize that Logan O'Toole isn't the guy I thought he was. So maybe I'm not the guy you thought I was either.

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.

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.

His heart’s desire. His life-long friend. Separate women…or one and the same? Clarkson Dalton abandoned his books and poetry to join the Confederacy, determined to protect his family’s South Carolina plantation and the women who live there. Instead of garnering honor and glory, however, he missed most of the fighting as a prisoner of war. Three years stewing in shame and humiliation would have driven him mad, except for the packet of letters he carries home tucked next to his heart. Missives from his betrothed, Kimberly, whose sweet, passionate words literally kept him alive. Melissa Fleming has been cleaning up her mistress’s messes for almost as long as she can remember. One task, however, was no hardship during their temporary London exile—writing letters to the man Miss Kimberly discarded like a soiled bit of lace. Missy fell for the sensitive, scholarly Clarkson years ago. Though the signature on the letters was not her own, every word of love was real. Now that the war is over, it’s time for Kimberly and Missy to return home. And Missy is about to discover there’s a mess awaiting her…and this time, cleaning it up could break her heart.

I friend-zoned Hunter Lachlan because I thought he could never give me what I needed. After a decade of pushing him away, I don't recognize Las Vegas' new Don. Maybe my childhood best friend knew me better than I ever realized.... And maybe, just maybe, he's the one man for whom I'll kneel.

Saylor Woodson is my best friend's little sister, and she's completely off limits. We have a history, a connection – one that no one else knows about. I've kept my distance for years, it was easy when she was away at school. But now she's home, and she's everywhere I turn. And the way that I want her is unexplainable. So, I do everything in my power to keep my distance, because her brother is my best friend. My family. But the pull is too strong. I want to claim her and keep her and make her mine.

She’s committed a crime against the family, against me—one that no one would ever get away with. How is it possible, then, that I want to strangle the life out of her, and at the same time breathe life back into her lungs? I’m the underboss, it’s my job to make her pay for her crimes. And make her pay I will.

A rough childhood branded Jasper Storm trouble. A bad boy. Not worth a damn. His love of cars was the only thing that could battle his delinquency. With the need for speed in his blood, he overcame his wayward ways. Mostly. Now that he's all grown up, the broken city of Detroit hails him as its shining star. And the man behind a new cutting-edge automobile is ready to turn this bankrupt town around.

Cal Bishop left a part of himself in Afghanistan—alongside brothers whose names are now etched into stone. Back in coastal North Carolina, he's a man adrift, haunted by flashbacks, sleepless nights, and the weight of promises he couldn't keep. Then Ana walks into his life. She doesn't try to fix him. She listens. She stays. And slowly, against the backdrop of salty winds and quiet mornings, Cal begins to believe in something he thought he'd buried overseas: hope.

He didn't need love, only leverage. Until she ran, pregnant and broken... Five years ago, I made a deal with the devil. Bratva heir Artyom Petrov. Ruthless. Filthy rich. Fourteen years older. "Everything has a price, little thief," he whispered in that dim room. "This is what my mercy costs." His powerful touch made my breath hitch, raw and irreversible. But when those two pink lines showed up, I ran—driven away by the hissing nest of vipers that surrounds him. Now I'm back in the city and I thought he'd forgotten me. Oh how wrong I was—he might have ruined me, but I consumed him.