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Marigold "Goldie" James is the heart of Cedar Bluff—her bakery, Honey & Hearth, the town's sweetest refuge. But when disaster floods her shop, two very different rescuers step in: Rhea Dalton, the bold, bossy firefighter who burns with confidence, and Tanner Brooks, the steady, golden-boy cop...

What if manifesting the life you desire isn’t about doing it alone—but about aligning your desires with God?Aligned by Source is a faith-centered guide for Christian women who want to pursue their dreams without leaving God out of the process.Through Scripture, spiritual reflection, prayer...

Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about—tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever written about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, and I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. Dallin wants to share me.

I like it when people stare. I like the attention. I've never been drawn to the meek or mild. At least, not until I met Hannah Kate, the journalist hired by Dallin to do a story on Twisted Ink and feature me as its best artist. Even her name screams good girl next door. And that's exactly what she is. Sweet. Innocent. Pure. Everything I'd ruin if I had even a small taste of her. The problem? The two hulking neanderthals she's linked herself to in a surprisingly sexy throuple.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple—remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors. Then she took the stage. Now, we're locked in a battle of wills, and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her—or falling apart. The more I push, the more she pulls.

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.

Many churches today face worry and concern over their collective future. One tragic consequence is that growing anxiety can turn inward on communities of faith. A subtle distancing and dividing can occur, often happening along generational lines. Us-versus-Them thinking morphs into...

Franchesca "Frankie" Blake's life is a carefully balanced chaos: single mom, rink-side bartender, and secret late-night skater with two left feet. Romance? Not on the schedule. Especially not with the cocky, dominant, too-hot-for-their-own-good beer league boys who practically live at the rink...

Monsters are real, and Chrystal is one of them, but everyone is convinced that she’ll be the next sacrifice to save the oracle and all of Tora Darah. Prophecies are for pansies, and embracing her dark side may be the key to dragging herself out of this mess. Releasing the Blood Queen is risky, but a whole lot better than dying, and maybe with a little luck she won’t lose all the people she’s grown to care about along the way.

The Oracle’s powers need a new vessel, and everyone wants the talisman that will give it to them instead of the prophesied successor. In a race against time, Crystal must train herself to survive the trial grounds deep within the underworld and find the seven powers to obtain the talisman before anyone else, or it won’t be just her soul at risk, but the whole supernatural realm as she knew it. The war between good and evil rests in the hands of a novice all while she battles her inner demons, confused between following her heart or her mind, saving herself or everyone else.

My name is Chrystal Dylan, and I was born with the worst superpower ever, a lightning rod for supernatural energy that attracts vampires like catnip to feed from. Nothing like being an all-you-can-eat buffet, until one decided to “save” me from that fate by triggering my transition into the very thing killing me.

Caught in a deal with the King of the Underworld, Medusa must learn to embrace her power and conquer the darkness in her own mind to protect the dark gods and free herself from the ties that bind her. Reconciling the truth of the past and accepting control over her future, she discovers the strings of fate aren't so easily unraveled. Hades and Poseidon play games with her life, but with the help of new and old allies she pushes to reclaim her destiny for herself.

My blood can cure death, but it can also be the deadliest poison on Earth, and the gods will try to kill me just for existing. Hades wants me to join him. Zeus is still bitter about an age-old prophecy that the dark gods, the monsters of Tartarus, will rule Olympus. And Poseidon is the key to everything, maybe even my heart, but his son, Triton, rules Atlantis, and I accidentally killed his daughter, Coraline.

I work with aliens, my best friends is held hostage, and everyone wants to murder me before the lord prince can magically bond to share my power? If I had known an illegal drone race would lead to murder, kidnapping, and lies, then I might have thought better about the giant prize of credits and the dream of walking again. I never met my best friend in person until a drone race gone wrong had both of us vying for our lives against a secret alien society. To make matters worse...my boss was one of them.