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Broken down, and wounded by my emotionally neglectful ex, I wanted someone to tell me I was good enough. Then, I stumbled into a new job with a boss who brought me to my knees - literally. He has me do things a real secretary would never do. Emerson Grant tells me I’m more than just good enough. I’m worthy of his praise. There are a million reasons why I should stay away. The owner of the Salacious Players’ Club is not just my new boss - he’s twice my age. And my ex-boyfriend’s father....I’m a good girl, but I’m falling for the wrong man.

Mercedes Midnight should be dead. Her year is up, her debt is owed, yet here she stands—alive, cursed, and crackling with demon magic she has no idea how to wield. Lucy Corvine, the devil’s broken daughter, clawed her way out of a contract that was never supposed to break. Now she’s something the underworld doesn’t have a name for. Something her father will tear the realm apart to find. When two angels crash into Ora City, the rules change overnight. One wants to watch the realms burn. One wants to save them. No one is safe.

All newly minted pediatrician Jamie Malek wants is to borrow a roasting pan for Christmas dinner. Unfortunately, that requires her to interact with Marc—her best friend’s troublemaking brother, who’s now a tech billionaire. He’s the one who got away. She’s the one who broke his heart. Outside, a howling blizzard. Inside, a crackling fire. Suddenly, being snowbound with the man she never expected to see again might not be such a bad way to spend a winter’s night.

The day Death comes to Lazarus Gaumond’s town and kills everyone in one fell swoop, the last thing he expects to see is a woman left alive and standing. But Lazarus has her own extraordinary gift: she cannot be killed—not by humans, not by the elements, not by Death himself.

Mercedes Midnight is a reaper in debt with exactly one year left before hell comes to collect. Lucy Corvine, the devil’s daughter and revered professor, is imprisoned by a contract she never agreed to. For nine long years, Midnight scoured graveyards and grimoires for a loophole, while Lucy wore a gilded smile and dreamed of revolt… Until a chance encounter sparks a pact neither of them can afford to break.

Curl up by the fire with some of today’s hottest authors as they serve up enough holiday sweetness and sizzling spice to melt the frostiest heart. As the temperature drops, friends and neighbors might need to turn up the heat, and even old enemies just might get a second chance. Get ready to tingle all the way ...

He told himself she was someone to protect. She told herself her need could be controlled. One night proved them both liars. CALLEN I’ve watched Isla MacLeod from a distance for years and called it duty—protecting the estate manager’s daughter after her father’s world came crashing down...

I think I hate my husband, but I’m trying very hard not to. He leaves me for hours, days on end. His friends don’t know I exist, and even after three years of marriage, we’ve still never been intimate… Does he keep me close just so he can hurt me? So he can show me he owns me like my father used to? When I take him to therapy I expect it to help, even if I forced him into it, but that’s the true beginning of our end. My therapist makes me feel things my husband never has, watches me, thinks about me, worries for me, his blue eyes following wherever I go.

There's nothing I haven't done to claw my way to the top of my dark and dangerous world. Now, no one can touch me. Or so I thought, until Tara Reed, a member of my elite club, the Monarch, exploits my only weakness to get her way. And I let her. She should have been more careful when she negotiated with me, because for the next thirty days, she's trapped and at my mercy. She'll tap out fast. I'll make sure of it.

I took revenge on a broken financial system, never expecting that my biggest problem would be the woman who locked me in her basement afterward. She wants one thing: the reward money for turning me in. Unfortunately for her, we have more in common than she thinks. She’s just as unhinged as I am, and she’s felt the squeeze of the same monster I killed. Maybe we can help each other. To the world, I’m a murderer. To her, I’m a vigilante.

Carson- When Mak hired me as her boudoir photographer, I bet she never thought I’d also become her Primal Dom. The moment I saw her, my wild side wanted to play. She’s fun to chase and even more fun to catch. But I have carefully constructed rules in place for anyone who climbs into my bed, and I’m breaking too many of them for her. That’s dangerous, considering this is only a fling. Now I’m in over my head, and the more we’re together, the more we click, and I find myself willing to do whatever it takes to keep her. Including breaking my last rule.

Love doesn't hurt. It destroys . . . When Knox and Vault come to me for help, I don't hesitate to be their Domme. Their long, heartbreaking history has ripped them apart, and I'm the bridge that will help them find their way back to each other. At least, that was the plan. I tried not to, but...

Something terrible happened, and Hazel Matthis doesn’t say a word. Instead, she lives her life as the embodiment of sunshine and joy —only, so much more lurks underneath.

At a remote Highland estate, a commanding dominant offers two broken souls sanctuary—and a chance to surrender to the darkest desires they’ve denied themselves. KIERNAN I see what they hide the moment they arrive—Ophelia’s desperate need to surrender beneath her masks, and Oliver’s...

Spending my summer at St. Mary's Boarding School isn't the same without my friends. I knew it wouldn't be. What I don't expect is to see her again. Isla Ransford. The last time I saw Isla, I gave her one rule to follow: become invisible. Four years later, she shows up at St. Mary's and is anything but invisible. The only logical solution is for me to ignore her—resist her. When I find out why she's back at St. Mary's, my choice to stay away is taken. I'm forced to intervene. After all, I'm the reason for her suffering.

Rafe Sterling does not want a wife. Too bad it's the one thing he desperately needs. His father ran off with a woman half his age, and Rafe can't become permanent CEO of Sterling Worldwide unless he's married. When he’s ambushed by the competent matchmaker, he’s captivated by her intelligence and seductive innocence. All of a sudden, he is thinking about a future and having her under his complete and total command.

I’m a monster DNA experiment and she’s everything my beasts want. I escape the hell that tortured me for months. I’m turned into something so dangerous and brutal; I don’t recognize myself. And when I feel a pull in my chest, I follow it not understanding why. I see her and possession takes over. Her beauty is addiction. And her smell? God…her scent….mmm… It drives me insane.

My secret. His torment. Our happiness. I moved to Scotland to forget. Then I saw his face. The mirror image of my late husband. Old ghosts and insecurities haunted me again. But Lachlan is different. Stronger than my late husband. Determined and full of life. There is an undeniable attraction

He's a charming Coconut Beach bartender allergic to forever. I'm the runaway bride with a ticking marriage deadline I can't ignore… Cal Bennett was supposed to be a solution. I need to be married before my thirtieth birthday or I lose my family's billion-dollar company. He needs nothing from me except honesty and maybe a little fun. So we make a deal. A pretend marriage. Simple. Temporary. Safe. Fake. Except there's nothing fake about the chemistry between us.

I fell in love with a boy before I even knew what love was. I gave up my world for him, bartered away my hopes and dreams so that boy could have his, but he threw me away at the first sign of trouble. And somehow, I became the villain of our story. Everyone hates me for my betrayal. Only I didn’t turn my back on him—he turned his back on me. Now, I live out my days at the Raven Souls MC as public enemy number one, guarding my secrets like a precious commodity. My silence keeps others safe, so instead of speaking up, I fade away.