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She gets people to confess their crimes for a living. He knows she’s hiding a terrible secret. It’s time for the truth to come out… Poe Webb, host of a popular true crime podcast, invites people to anonymously confess crimes they’ve committed to her audience. She can’t guarantee the...

My father used to say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. But what if Enzo D'Angelo is the devil? Do I run? Or keep him closest of all? Because Golden Eyes has made one thing mercilessly clear: I owe him. Which means...he owns me.

She should've known better than to cross my path. I had no choice but to notice her. See, I like collecting beautiful things, and unlucky for her, Kennedy is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She was meant to be owned. And I was born to undo her.

My sins made me chase her. Lies made me own her. And temptation makes me want to keep her. I didn't mean to fall in love. After all, I am the devil incarnate. The god of war. The swift hand of revenge. But how could I not? She's a forbidden angel too easily plucked down from heaven, And I will own all the parts of her. Her enemies are mine. Just as her heart is mine.

I've done my best to avoid him. But when his dark eyes lock onto mine, this time, I know there's nowhere I can go. Nowhere I can hide. Nowhere he won't find me. He is Smoke. Head of the D'Angelos. Gorgeous and haunting. Brutal and ruthless. He rules Chicago, and I owe him a debt. And now…he owns me.

Growing up in foster care taught me not to depend on anyone—but determination helped me build a life on my own terms. By day, I’m a registered nurse. By night, I write (and narrate) fantasy fiction. When I’m cast as the lead voice for a bestselling fantasy trilogy, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime… even if it means spending two weeks in LA, far outside my comfort zone.

My home is trashed, my roommate is dead, and the police think I was the intended target. No one should have a grudge against a meditation-loving yoga teacher, but my bank-robbing father’s associates seem to believe that I know where he hid his missing fortune... and they’ll do anything to...

After a teeny incident with red paint, my hometown votes that it’s done with my activist ways. Now I’m on an entirely different planet, holding a single suitcase, standing on a platform, waiting for my new alien husband to arrive in his vehicle. I bite my lip as I wait because there’s one serious problem with this whole situation. After a best forgotten, one-night stand gone wrong, I’m three months pregnant and obviously this baby won’t be his.

Death had been chasing me my entire life. I survived the horrors of war, but it was the aftermath that truly destroyed me. People called me a recluse, but the only time I didn’t feel like I was suffocating was inside that house. For my daughter, I kept some semblance of normalcy by implementing a rigid routine. Once a week, I forced myself to walk to the diner at the end of the block—a ritual I despised but relied on as my last anchor to the real world.

That should be a good thing, right? Eggnog and Christmas carols. Mistletoe and family. Except my dad broke his leg hanging the family wreath. My brothers are at war over taking proper care of Dad. Oh, and I just found out our family business, the Kringle Inn, is failing!

Being a widow and a single mom wasn’t part of my plan. But here I am. I suppose I should consider myself lucky Ben offered us a place to stay. Without him, who knows where we would’ve ended up. Now all I have to do is figure out how to ignore the way my entirely too sexy new roommate sometimes looks at me… and the way those looks make me feel…

Power plays are hard. Trying to one up the stranger who banged me senseless last night? Definitely harder. Do you believe in fate? I was stranded on a deserted stretch of highway late one night. A stranger with broad shoulders and smoldering eyes saved me. Got me back on my way. To my flight out...

Brought to you by Penguin Scottie Sinclair is a cheat. Or at least, that’s what the world thinks. After all, who would believe her own father secretly drugged her? The tabloids have called ‘Game, Set, Match’ on Scottie’s career–but an offer at redemption, and more importantly revenge...

A spicy enemies-to-lovers romance about a disgraced tennis player who partners with her father’s rival for a chance at redemption—perfect for fans of Carrie Soto Is Back and Icebreaker. Former tennis prodigy Scottie Sinclair is a cheat. Or at least, that’s what the world thinks. After all...

When investigative journalist Clay MacIntyre stumbles upon a moonstone brooch that transports him back in time to the 1901 Pan-American Exposition, he unwittingly sets off a chain of events that could irrevocably change the entire MacKlenna Clan. Desperate to rescue his friend, Patrick Mallory and a group of family members embark on an adventure to the 1901 Expo, where romance blooms and danger lurks in the shadows.

After watching my cousins and siblings fall in love, I’m happily avoiding that insanity. no longer on active duty, I’m thrilled to get a job with NCIS in Hawaii. Better yet, my cousin and his wife have their rental house open for me. Only problem is Lalani. After we go out on the worst blind...

He needs a fake girlfriend but all I've ever wanted is him... Rock bottom has never felt so good. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I bargain with the enemy and score a renovation for my hair salon. The enemy? Nick Stamos, my best friend’s older brother. He’s got a body and face the Greek gods would envy but his personality needs a major overhaul. He’s surly. A rule-follower. Did I mention he’s seen me n*ked?

All that Arthur Kimble wants is for life to return to the way it was, but as a pill-popping alcoholic reluctantly fighting addiction, the nostalgic ex-husband of an unwanted marriage, and the close friend to a quick-witted imaginary pigeon, the odds aren't exactly in his favor. With expectations in his writing career diminishing, Arthur invests his hope into the love of his two teenage children. But it is the fear of change that leads him on a path bound for isolation and perhaps prison, a path that not even his personal heroes may be able to save him from.

I'm in a predicament of historic proportions. I've learned I can't inherit my grandfather's highly profitable business unless I'm married? Yes, an entirely ridiculous rule. I live with a herd of rescue cats and nary a boyfriend in sight. I'm also considered plain, sharp-tongued and overweight. And I've never, once been interested in marriage. Hence my reason for applying for a mail-order husband. The next morning I scream with fright when I find a huge, satanic-looking alien lurking on my doorstep.

I'm lost in the middle of nowhere on a freaking alien planet. Running away from the Hyrrokin mafia. It's as terrible as you can imagine. I haven't eaten in two days and it's raining in the wildlands. Lightning strikes overhead and thunder rumbles in the distance. I slip and fall in the mud. And then I sit at the bottom of a ravine, crying. There's a blur in the distance. Is that a mirage? No, its a deadly, satanic-looking male with a bare chest, huge black horns and a barbed tail racing right for me. I scream as this monster looms overhead.