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He’s not ready to be a father. How do I tell him I’m pregnant after overhearing him say that? I keep putting it off because he’s too distracted with the mafia, or it’s not the right time. I tell myself that I’ll tell him eventually, but the more time that passes, the harder it is to get the words out. But then it’s too late. I’ve been lying to him for weeks.

My family is trying to marry me off to a monster. A much older monster who’ll pay extra for my virginity. There’s no way I’m going through with this so I do the only thing I can think of. I turn to the enemy for help. Kieran Sullivan seems to hate me for some reason. So when his brother, Ronan, suggests a fake marriage between Kieran and I, I’m hesitant. But I have no other choice.

I can't believe my luck when I inherit a bookstore in the cute little town of New Hopewell. It certainly helps that brawny brewery owner Aiden has appointed himself my own personal guide to New Hopewell and small-business mentor. I didn't get this bookstore because I have a long-lost relative, but because I'm a witch. And my job isn't just recommending stellar reads, nope, it's to rid the cute bookstore of evil spirits that threaten the entire town. Good thing I've got a sassy talking cat and a hot brewery owner to help—and maybe even a few witchy friends of my own.

She betrayed him, and now he wants revenge against the sister who became his forbidden obsession the second he laid eyes on her. After she sends him to prison for years, he’s free and ready to haunt her.

After a whole lot of confusion and drama... Mason is distraught. But then he gets a strange call and knows from her voice that he needs to pull her scent into his lungs. Once he does, the puzzle pieces snap into place. Forever at first scent. There's no doubt. She's The One. Does it matter that the first thing she does after he takes her mouth is spray his face with Mace? Nope. Does it matter that she keeps trying to run away, determined that this is just witchcraft, not at all real? Absolutely not.

It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least, that's what I thought. Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn't the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he's anything but.

When darkness wants to claim you, do you run or do you step into the light, daring it to catch you? Forensic Pathologist, Harper-Rayn, is no stranger to darkness. She has seen it all in the cold silence of Blackstone's one and only morgue, revealing the mystery of death on her autopsy table—until the bodies start speaking to her in eerie, calculated ways. When corpses begin to reveal chilling, hidden messages meant only for her, she realizes she's been playing a twisted game she never intended to play. The game intrigues her, drawing her in, but if she takes one wrong step, it's game over.

From a young age, the only thing in life I've ever taken seriously is hockey. I'm not the guy anyone—besides family and teammates—can count on. This is all true. At least, until a certain curly-haired, blue-eyed goddess comes to me looking for an easy hookup. And hook her up I do. But what's supposed to be a one-night stand doesn't stop at one night. What's meant to be easy sure as hell gets complicated fast. It becomes clear that Addison LaConte is just as much my savior as she is my demise.

Angry. Wild. Loose cannon. As one of college hockey's most feared defensemen, I've been told I'm all those things and more. The ice is the only place where I can take my anger out on other people and get applauded for it. The rougher I play, the dirtier I am, the more praise I get. I suppose the same could be said about me in the bedroom. I'm not the dude you want your daughter bringing home to meet you. Because your angel? Well, I'll make sure her halo is crooked by the time I'm done with her. I've met my match.

In a town where all that matters is loyalty to your gang, I've been labeled a traitor. A death sentence. I ran away from the North Shore the day I knew I wasn't safe there anymore. I left behind the people I thought were my family: My crew, the Kings. More importantly, I turned my back on the two men who once meant everything to me. The hardest thing I've ever done. I might have known Elliot and Ethan since we were children, but I betrayed the brothers in more ways than one. Now they want me dead.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.

I never looked back the day I left Sunset Drive. If I did, I knew that I would never leave the hellhole I had grown to despise, a place I began plotting my escape from as a child. The only difference was that I always thought she'd be by my side on the day I was finally free. The day I left it all behind was the day my hatred for the entire Wilson family was born. Poppy included. After all, she had lied to the police just to protect her monstrous father after he got my parents killed. From that day forward, I decided she needed to be dead to me.

Women throw themselves at me, hoping I'll take them home that night. Whispers from the NHL say I'm the one to watch. And the weight of each game is on my shoulders because if our opposing team scores… that's on me. All the things that keep me up at night are probably someone else's dreams. From the moment I saw Ryann Denver in my Business 101 class, I was intrigued and determined to get to know her. Unlike most girls at Brooks, she hates athletes. When I introduced myself to her, she made it perfectly clear that she was not interested.

I'm from a place where you eat or get eaten. Two gangs are at war, and I'm hungry for survival. Growing up in a broken town doesn't make you a good man. In fact, the North Shore of the Falls has made me merciless. I survive because I'm a good soldier for the North Shore Crew. I'm cool-headed, I never lose sight of my goals, and my only obsession is to wrench our town from the clutches of our sworn enemies, the Kings. Alexandra Delacroix is just a job. The plan is straightforward: charm her, uncover incriminating information about her senator father, and tip the balance of power in our favor.

Tate Tracy is about to find out that I'm not the nice boy anymore. Nor am I a forgiving person. She might have been my best friend for eighteen years, but now, she's no one. And if I have to remind her of that, I will. Even if we're going to be stuck living in an apartment… together. The trouble is, I've only ever had one weakness in life. And it's Tate Tracy.

I've always been a tough North Shore girl. Fighting is in my blood, survival in my DNA. But two years ago, Caden King broke me, and he has proof of it. Now he wants to blackmail me into doing a job for him. The kind that puts my chance of escaping the North Shore at risk. The kind that means betraying my own crew.

Sawyer Kingston is an a**hole. The thing is, he’s got everyone fooled. To them, he’s the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he’s the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me. The only thing we’ve ever agreed on is our mutual dislike for each other. But that was before I moved in next door to him, and we shockingly agreed on something else. There’s a fine line between love and hate. The problem is...I think I crossed that line.

This man is temptation personified. He’s six feet four inches of rock-solid, golden muscles that are inked to perfection and proudly displayed every time he steps into the cage. I’m the idiot who agreed to stay with him for the next few days. Hudson “The King” Kingston knew he had a fight coming up when he risked himself to save me. How could I say no when he needed a friend to help him out? Because that’s exactly what we’ve always been—friends. Friends who flirt. Friends who tease. Friends who never cross that line.

I, Everly Townstead, need to stop fantasizing about my brother's billionaire best friend. Should I have accidentally married the notorious charmer in Vegas? No, because his family is trying to buy my dad's company. Nothing says trust and unity between two businesses like an (accidental) marriage of convenience, right? Three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my fake husband: One: My brother would be furious. Two: I can't risk my heart getting broken again. Three: Cash Stafford doesn't do serious–ever. Smart girls like me don't end up with men who flirt with easy smiles.

I, Fallon Hayes, need to stop playing pranks on my boss. Did I mention he's my new roommate? Being the private chef for the retired hockey player who haunts my fantasies is a bad idea. Living down the hall from him is an even worse idea, especially considering the one-night stand we had ten years ago. What happened back then was unforgettable. Proof that we are destined to hate each other. There are three reasons why I absolutely cannot fall for my boss/roommate/one-night-stand.