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Dear Mr. Brisken: How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face. I hate your cocky, skirt-chasing, playboy ways. I hate working as your secretary - but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it. I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I'd Like to Kill) is more appropriate. I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend's wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.

Love is strange. It comes out of nowhere, and there's no logic to it. It's not methodical. It's not scientific. It's pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be dangerous because they fuel love...and hate. I'm now a reluctant connoisseur of both - an expert through immersion. I know them intimately. When I fell in love with Miranda, it was swift and blind. She was the person I'd elevated to mythical status in my head, in my dreams. Here's the thing about dreams: They're smoke.

Callie asked if I was ready. And that's the question, isn't it? Ready for what? The spotlight? The music? Or ready for life. Ready to face the reality that what I was is going to attack the very fabric of who I am now. No one knows I'm a different person. Well, no one except the two most important people in my life, which is why there's a remote chance I might actually pull off the comeback I never saw coming.

Sophie has done her best to avoid the magical world for fear of the havoc her abnormal ability wreaks on other supernaturals. As a silencer who mutes the powers of those around her, she's spent her life among the mortals her defect can't harm. But when Mother Nature pushes her from her home to do her bidding, Sophie has no choice but to venture to the magical town of Twin Rivers.

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am tangle in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it's a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn't expect it to be at my job interview...which he's conducting.

Marcus Evans was the love of my life until a cruel twist of fate tore us apart. I told myself I moved on. Until seven years later, when he comes walking back into my classroom, a completely different man than the hockey star I fell in love with–and father to two little girls. I've done my best not to think about him since a quickie wedding in Vegas. Only it turns out, those marriage papers might still be valid after all. There's no escaping Marcus now that he's back in my life. The more we see one another, the more I see the man I fell in love with.

How to complicate your rookie season in the NHL: fake date your former college rival and now teammate's ex-girlfriend. It's a bad idea, and I know it, especially since Kendra Hart has had a hold over me since our freshman year of college. She has no idea how I feel, and I have zero control over my mouth when her life goes up in smoke and she needs a friend, along with a place to stay. My coach, who also happens to be my stepdad, is warning me to stay away not only for the team's sake but to spare me from getting hurt. I should probably listen to his advice.

Fresh out of college, I stumbled into the opportunity of a lifetime. My favorite professor had a friend who was looking to retire and sell his animal clinic. With a lot of help and a giant push from my sister and her husband, I made an offer. I'm happy with the occasional girls' night in and catching a glimpse of the hot neighbor, who I undeniably fantasize about—often.

She’s a Bratva Princess. I’m an Irish Mobster. She’s untouched and barely eighteen, and I’m in my thirties—we have no business getting married. Unfortunately for us, our fathers decided differently. When she walks down the aisle covered in bruises… that's the moment when everything changes. Someone dared hurt what is now mine and that will not go unpunished. Watch the sparks fly as this arranged marriage turns into something else entirely...

When an unknown plague starts to decimate the Earth, Cassius Black and Morgan King soon realize they're dealing with something not of the human world. As their allies gather in San Francisco to try and determine the cause of the contagion, unwelcome news reaches Morgan's ears. The Dryad kingdom has come under attack by an unknown enemy.

I may not know much, but I am an expert in two things: Heartbreak. And hedonism. I've been chasing escape from one bed to the next, finding distraction in all the wrong places. Like with my roommate's sister. And my billionaire boss's lover. You could say I'm lucky in lust but very unlucky in the other L-word. By the time I arrive in Mermaid Beach, Florida, I've decided I'm done with flings. I'm over chasing women I can't have.

Best friends Calla, Hannah, and Delphine have been dragged to the ends of the earth and back, with the threat of the Fates’ War always looming above them. But now the war—the one that will decide who lives, who dies, whose magic is preserved, and whose is scattered to the wind—is here. All the girls have something to lose.

Seven-year itch? Can’t say I know what that feels like when my husband is as obsessed with me now as he was on our wedding day. A lot has happened since that first meeting, but through it all, Eoghan's obsession with me is an insatiable craving to make me happy. If anything, I've gotten FILTHY RICHER on his love. Seven-year itch? Nah, seven-year bliss!

A war to end all worlds is looming. Cassius Black and Morgan King must ready their forces for the fight against Elios, the dark God determined to raise Chaos himself from the Abyss.

Fiercely independent Camille “Cami” Camlin gladly moved on from her childhood before it was over. She has held down a job since before she could drive, and moved into her own apartment after her freshman year of college. Now tending bar at The Red Door, Cami doesn’t have time for much else besides work and classes, until a trip to see her boyfriend is cancelled, leaving her with a first weekend off in almost a year.

I’ve been stalking Tiernan O’Shea online for years. After Sloan O’Shea killed my dad, my mom and I spent years in hiding, moving from state to state, changing our names, never drawing attention to ourselves, hoping to never be found. I’ve fed off nothing but vengeance ever since. Tiernan O’Shea is exactly like his father—arrogant, rich, ruthless. The plan is simple: Get accepted to Ashford U. Get close to Tiernan. Get him to trust me. And then, when he brings me home to his father, I’ll take my revenge on Sloan O’Shea.

One of the cardinal rules of matchmaking I was positive I'd never break. That is until Nathan Wilder walked into Love Moore Matchmaking Agency, needing my help to find him the one. A tall order to ask since he was the most hated man in the NHL. Broody. Crude. Abrasive. The man was a six-foot-three walking red flag. Right off the bat, every fiber of my being told me he'd be trouble. He wasn't looking for love. It was all a PR stunt to clean up his image so he could keep playing for the Boston Guardians. But there was something in his sad, soulful eyes that just pulled me in.

Nothing's more romantic than matching with the same guy every time you reluctantly download a dating app. Hotter than ever—check. Off-limits—double check. Why does the universe hate me? Cole Kincaid is unfairly irresistible and the one guy I'll never have. My brother's best friend is all grown up, but he's not here to witness my messy girl era. He's Dad's new assistant coach for Heston U's hockey team. Match me once, we'll laugh it off and never talk about it again. Match me twice, well, this is awkward. Match me three-four-five times? My resolve is only so strong.

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.

Someone once told me that there's a fine line between love and hate. They forgot to mention how that line, once broken, can never be mended. Skylar Ames. My stepsister. The very embodiment of all I've ever desired. She'll forever hold my heart in her hands.