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I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch's intuition. My spells are precise, and they're either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line. That is, until he arrives. An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him. Infuriating.

I've been abducted by the werewolf king. He’s deadly. Violent. Cruel. But not to me. To me, he's almost nice. I guess it helps that I'm the only female werewolf he's ever met. And that his wolf has decided I'm going to be his mate, whether I like it or not. Luckily, I can survive his pack just fine, as long as no one learns what I could do for them. I can't tell the king the truth, no matter how much I'm starting to trust him. Or like him. Or want him.

The last person I expected to run into when I moved back home was my ex-wife, Tully Cassio—my high school sweetheart, the love of my life, the woman I hated as much as I still loved. She dumped me nineteen years ago and moved to Hollywood, quickly becoming a star and leaving our marriage in the dust. My dad's last wish included my moving back home and joining the local fire department. I agreed, mostly to be there to take care of Mom. But apparently, I'm not the only one back in Blueball, and now I'm somehow working with Tully on the fundraiser needed to keep the fire station open.

Playing football is the only thing I've ever been good at and the thought of being a dad after my own is such a deadbeat terrifies me. But my son will know who I am... And June? The girl I haven't stopped thinking about for four years? I wasn't ready for her back then, and I'm not sure that's changed. I can't afford distractions. Not with my contract ending at the end of the season. So why do I invite them to live with me after a plumbing disaster destroys her apartment? Because I'm addicted. Addicted to her smiles, her curves, those damn yoga pants she wears around the house.

Wyatt Ellis, Brantley Ellis, and Maverick Wallace are just as pretentious as their names sound. Who cares if they're gorgeous billionaires? They are the literal worst. Between the long hours, the snippy comments, and the last-minute requests, you'd think even one of them would get my name right. Nope. They're infuriating. Insufferable. Overbearing. Unfortunately, I need this job. Especially after an unexpected expense, it makes me desperate, and I need to look at getting some cash quickly, but there's only one thing I have worth selling. My V-card.

I have one talent, and it's not relationships. It's weaving. But I have one chance to keep my cozy little life in the magical Leafshire Cove, and it's going to require a partner. I swore off romance—my last relationship was a humiliating disaster. But to enter the mayor's tapestry contest and win the contract attached, I need a date, thanks to a ridiculous ancient faerie spell requiring attendants to bring a potential partner. When my frenemy suggests the new watchtower guard, a growly gargoyle named Romulus who never speaks and hides inside a massive cloak, I think she's lost her mind.

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.

Blackwood is under siege and it's all my fault. My conscience won't let me rest until I've made sure the outcasts living here are safe. No harm will come to them because of my actions. And, since the Lords are out of commission—also my fault—they can't stop me. But it also means they can't bail me out. I have to figure this out on my own, or I'll never find closure on Em's murder. So I'll step through that portal. I'll face my fears and desires alike because Blackwood is in danger. And no one messes with my city.

Demons don't know how to love. Since I don't mix summoning and relationships, that's fine by me. But neither of those facts keeps us from sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night. And day. And pretty much any time not spent tracking down Em's killer. It was supposed to be a bluff. Going to them after they took everything—my apartment, my job. It was a power move. But now I'm here, living with three dangerous, powerful demons who can't decide if they want to bone me or bury me.

Stalker exes. Momzillas. Drunk uncles. Hurricanes. Jealous siblings. Paparazzi. You name it, Kari Whitevelt has seen it all. That's why brides and grooms hire her. Because she makes it all go away. Wedding Protectors, Inc., is here to make sure that special day stays special. Whatever it takes. No matter what. When her newest client turns out to be her long-lost high school sweetheart, rising tech star billionaire Caleb Mikelmas, suddenly Kari's not sure whether she's protecting the wedding couple—or her own heart.

I gave myself to the dragon king, prepared to become his mate to protect my sisters. But that's not why he wanted me. He just needs my help breaking a prisoner in his cell, to keep his people safe. And he doesn't want me to risk my life to do it. When it becomes clear that's the only way? I take it upon myself to make it happen, and almost get myself killed. That's when the truth comes out: I'm his fated mate.

I know what everyone says about me—just an ATM where his heart used to be. Which might be true, until I saw her. I can't stop fantasizing about my new assistant. Bright-eyed and too young, Reese is not meant for someone like me. Should I have moved her desk outside my office? No, because now I have to see her constantly. Nothing says stay away from the good girl like late nights ordering her favorite takeout just to see her smile, right?

I've been dragged into the fae realm and given no choice but to pick a mate if I ever want to get back home. Thankfully, the fae king has offered up some of his most trusted men in an attempt to find me someone to marry. Unthankfully, he's sort of… possessive. Which means I'm sleeping in his room. In his bed. With him. While I'm trying to choose a mate from among a handful of candidates who barely seem interested in me. There's enough chemistry between us to light a fire, but he's not an option.

I agreed to marry the new werewolf king in exchange for my freedom. But now he's holding me hostage on his pack's land. Did I mention that he bit me, publicly, to claim me? Or that he's so lost in the darkness of his past that he's basically feral? If I could grow fur myself, maybe the situation would be a simpler one, but I can't. Somehow, I have to snap my new mate out of his funk, so he can get the pack in order and deal with the people who want me dead. But to make that happen? It's looking like love is my best bet. I don't want to fall for him or try to make him fall for me…

Today was an epic disaster. I was supposed to be walking down the aisle in front of all my friends and family, getting married to a man I thought I was supposed to be spending the rest of my life with, not drowning my sorrows in a vodka soda. But after finding my fiancé intimately getting to know his best man, I was out of options… and a groom. So I hiked up my wedding dress and walked to the nearest bar. In my defense, I wasn't looking for a one night stand, but then he came in with his irresistible dimples, his gigantic muscles, and a smirk that knocked the tiara straight off my head.

According to my best friends, five months is too long to nurse a broken heart. They're determined to push me out of my nest made of sweatpants and sadness. I need to date, they say. They have the perfect plan, they say. Maddox Graves is the star center of the Minnesota Rogues, and he's every woman's fantasy. Tall, dark, and broody, he's the guy you picture when you're home alone enjoying some self-care. And after my friends win a date with him at a charity auction, he's all mine for one night.

I’m a hot-headed pro hockey player with a reputation for two things: reckless fights on the ice and a taste for older women off of it. But this time I might just be in over my head with an older single mom.

In this powerful romance and celebration of friendship, a widow relies on the crucial support of her friends to help guide her through her grief and open herself up for love once again. For Tess Lane, owning Lakeside Books is a dream come true, but it’s the weekly book club she hosts for the...

This is a kisses only, sweet romance. The past comes rushing back at the sound of his voice my brother's best friend and my new next door neighbor. Lane Kincaid was my secret crush for as long as I can remember. He's also the one I had every intention of avoiding when I came home. But fate had different plans, I got into a car accident, And he's the first person to come to my rescue. As my gaze collides with his all thoughts flee. My icy indifference begins to thaw. He's even more handsome than I remember.

When his agent drops him and rumors of a trade swirl through the league faster than a puck on a breakaway, I find myself in the dreaded role of Banks’s new agent. There’s no doubt I can save his career from crashing into the boards, but only if we don’t strangle each other first. All I need to do is whip this man-baby into shape and negotiate an epic contract that will establish me once and for all as the top hockey agent in the league.