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I walked out of my home and away from my loving sister to protect her. Either I left with him, the man who's watched me from the shadows for months, or he would kill Grace. It's been nine months of living in pure agony and hell. Nine months since I last saw Grace. Nine months of him controlling...

I've worked the night shift at the local gas station for years, and nothing exciting ever happens. That is, until a tall, dark stranger comes in to buy a coffee. I thought he was just passing through town, but then he started coming in every night. The night I finally manage to say "hi" to him, the gas station is robbed, and my tall, dark stranger saves my life before disappearing. A few days later, I'm offered a job as a housekeeper for a wealthy recluse. It pays more money than I've ever hoped to make in my lifetime, so I accept.

From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard comes a standalone, full-length mafia romance novel. While visiting family in Italy with my mother, I came face-to-face with Leo Toscano, the head of the Italian mafia and my worst nightmare. Let's get one thing straight: I...

Slawa's gods are at war, and I am the prize they fight for. I am broken. A piece of my soul burned away, leaving me hollow and unfeeling. I wander the caverns of Nawie, the only place that's not entirely unsafe. When I can't stand the boredom of a life with no meaning, I amuse myself watching...

I entered an arranged marriage so my sister, Ciara, could marry for love. Three years later, I'm a widow, and my father arranges for Ciara to marry Dominik Varga. The assassin slash arms dealer is as dangerous as he's quiet, which is very unnerving. Needless to say, I'm not happy at all. A deal was a deal, and I kept my end of it, so there's no way on God's green earth I'll just sit back and smile like a good little girl. I'll fight for Ciara's freedom so she won't have to face the hell I was forced to endure. But Dominik doesn't make things easy for me. 

As the eldest daughter of Ilias Dimitrou, I'm next in line to become the head of the Greek mafia. I'm getting good at putting on an act while I learn everything I need to know about the organization, but behind closed doors, I'm terrified. If my father's men catch a whiff of my fear, they'll rip me apart.

When I sold a vintage typewriter, I never imagined its new owner would become my pen pal, best friend, and secret crush. We have two rules: no photos and no real names. Over the years, "Remington" and I have gone from typewritten notes to daily texts, but our rules stay the same. And so does my life. I'm a wannabe writer who can't complete a novel, and I've fallen for a guy who I've never met. So when I received a letter my Nanna wrote before she died encouraging me to embark on a summer of risks—my first on the list was to break all the rules.

I'm trapped in a world of magic and monsters, ruled by laws I don't understand, inhabited by creatures older and far more vicious than me. If I want to get anywhere, I must tame my newfound power and find allies, but in the war-ravaged Slawa, no one trusts anyone. I must prove myself, risking my life and evading the devil, even though he seems unavoidable. When the biggest powers in Slawa find out who I am, everything changes, and I learn my lesson one more time. I shouldn't have trusted the devil. But he should have learned, too. I bite so hard when I'm cornered.

My enemy's cruelest punishment was making me want him. Haven Lee Bastian Rooke has been stalking me since the day I set foot in Agony Hollow. Watching. Orchestrating. Manipulating. Waiting to collect me like a pretty broken thing. So when I ran away with my bully, he took it personally. Our...

They call me The Death Dealer. Fifty-five years old. Silver in my hair, violence in my eyes, and thirty-eight years of vengeance carved into every scar. I was paid five million to erase Andrey Ivanov, the man who filmed my mother dying when I was seventeen. I walked into his palace ready to...

Three years ago, my father forced me to vanish from Agony Hollow in the dead of night. No goodbyes. No apologies. Now I'm back on a scholarship I risked everything to get, and my one and only childhood friend wants me gone. But Kai Jordan isn't the same green-eyed boy who escaped with me into the woods behind our broken homes. He's hotter. Crueler. Utterly ruthless. And intent on breaking me before the end of the week.

Aurora is out there somewhere, and I’ll do whatever it takes to bring her home. Thankfully, I’m not in this fight alone. I have Logan, my rock, who is always ready to catch me when I fall. Royce, who is learning to trust and opening his heart, and Grayson—still haunted but finding strength in our connection. Together, we're unstoppable.

Sydney Lawrence has played it safe her whole life. But after watching all her closest friends find their perfect love matches, she's decided that it's time for her to have a wild streak. She's done pining after her doctor boss. She's ready to let loose and have fun, until a girls' trip gone wrong ends with her staying in her boss's family's home. Dr. Miles Claiborne has built a wall between himself and his feelings for the nurse he hired six years ago. He refuses to cross that imaginary line. But the universe seems to be testing his resolve when she ends up at his family's home.

I may have escaped their house but there is no running from Grayson, Royce, and Logan. Not when Royce knows my most precious secret, Logan refuses to let me go, and Grayson hates to see me remotely happy. As if I don’t have enough to deal with already, between worrying about my daughter and dodging my sleazy boss, not to mention keeping up my grades, now I have to worry about what Royce might do with my secret while attempting to get over Logan and avoid Grayson at all costs.

Halston University was supposed to be my fresh start, my chance to prove I can stand on my own, except it’s not only passing classes I have to worry about. And then there’s them. Three guys, each with their own darkness and allure. My demons.

Myles Foster: CEO, thief, broody grump. And, once upon a time, the boy who read me stories when it stormed. My brothers hate him for the knowledge he took from our family's bourbon company to start his own empire. My sisters have forgotten him. But me? I'm going to be his new assistant. To him, I'm just a temp with a deep knowledge about the world of spirits. But if I come clean about just where I got that know-how, he'll toss me out before I can find out what happened to the boy who calmed my fears.

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Emma Slate comes the sixth book in the Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club® series. I just found out my fiancé is having an affair. But two can play at that game… The next thing I know I’m in a biker’s bed being worshiped the way I deserve. When Smoke touches me I forget all about my ex. It was just supposed to be one night, but Smoke and I can’t stay away from each other. Soon we’re sneaking around, our couplings desperate and forbidden. This is everything you’re not supposed to do. Don’t use a man for revenge sex. Don’t date a biker.

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.

One wants to punish me. The other wants to possess me. My new life at Agony Hollow College is a war fought on two fronts. On one side is the boy from my past, now a monster of rage convinced I'm a whore who needs to be taught a lesson. On the other is my professor, a charming predator who lures...

She rolls into town with a bag full of cash, a designer wedding dress stuffed in her trunk, and zero plans to stay… until we meet. Runaway bride shows up outta nowhere? Most folks would call that a red flag. Me? I call it a typical Tuesday and hand her a key. I’ve been rebuilding this old house for someone just like her, and she’s finally here. Rumors fly that she’s my girlfriend, and we don’t bother correcting anyone. Pretty soon, she’s wearing my old T-shirts, sleeping in my bed, and turning my world upside down. Now I’m calling this city girl darlin’ like she already belongs to me.