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Sometimes, one little lie is all it takes...to find Wesley fake-engaged to his off-limits RA. What can he say? It seemed like a good idea at the time....

Percy Freedman is not grieving. Absolutely not, take that back at once. No, he's entirely sure that selling his dead aunt's home and leaving the neighbors he's known for years is the sane thing to do. Who in their right mind would keep the house that smells like all the hugs he'll never have again? Nobody, that's who. Well, except his cul-de-sac neighbors. They all seem to think some paint and new furniture will clean the emotional slate. They all want him to stay. Even his nemesis, Callaghan Glover. Especially his nemesis, Callaghan Glover.

Hi, my name's Max and I'm one of the Selected. What's the first thing that pops into your head when you read those words? A great hero, chosen from among all the billions of people on Earth? A lucky man who has ended up on an unknown world and gained superpowers? An explorer of new worlds who has discovered his destiny? Well, that's all true, but there is one but . . . Actually, if I'm honest, there are a whole load of buts. And there are rules. And the first rule of the Selected is: "Try not to die. It is expensive and impractical."

If you read (or listen to) nothing else on managing yourself, listen to this book. We've chosen a new selection of current and classic Harvard Business Review articles that will help you understand your strengths, clarify your personal goals and direction, and build a career you're proud of.

We spend a third of our lives in bed, but how much do we really understand about what happens when we go to sleep? What's the right amount? Why do we experience jet lag? Is snoring normal? Enter Dr. Meir Kryger, a world authority on the science of sleep, with a comprehensive guide to the science of slumber that combines detailed case studies and pragmatic advice.

Amy Wilson believed in doing the right thing. That was her first mistake. When she votes for pandemic safety measures as a member of her local school board, she unleashes a campaign of terror against her. Vandalism escalates to stalking. Anonymous threats become physical attacks. The mysterious figures behind it all seem to know her every move—and there appears no limit to what they're willing to do to her.

Newly crowned as Queen of the Fae, and mother to a newborn hybrid, Thalia is about to take on her most daunting role yet: she's been ordained, by the Gods themselves, to bring down the Devil. Morningstar needs to be taken down, and she's the bada$$ to do it. If she can get her hands on him. But when certain situations come to light in the face of Armageddon, Morningstar suddenly doesn't look like the biggest, baddest SOB out there. That title belongs to someone else. Only trouble is, Thalia and her mates can't take out the Earth's true foe on their lonesome.

Thalia Lyndhoven was born a Pack Princess, but that doesn't mean she has to act like one. Good thing; peeing on her fathers' front lawn is way too much fun, as is making nasty Betas shiver and shake when she approaches. Trouble is, for nearly a decade, Thalia has been alone. Exiled to her wing in the palace because her parents don't know what's wrong with her. Well, she's tried telling them but they don't listen - when do parents ever listen? Still, what's a girl to do? Is it any wonder she has anger issues when she has visions of her three mates with other women?

Thalia Lyndhoven, until recently, was a Pack Princess. Not exactly spoiled, she was barely tolerated by anyone in her family, until an Elder came along and told her fathers, the leaders of the North American Pack, that she was at the center of a prophecy. Along the way, she's found her three mates, learned of the existence of three new races, and has discovered that the Devil is real, and his name isn't Lucifer, but Vulcun, and he doesn't have a tail or horns.

Thalia Lyndhoven's in a quandary. The Devil wants her daughter, and Thalia? Not unsurprisingly, she's not too fond of the idea. Thalia's proven time and time again that she'll do whatever it takes for those she loves, and for her unborn child? Well, Thalia's about to prove that momma bears have got nothing on her.

Thalia Lyndhoven has a problem. Well, she has several. In fact, there are too many to count. Some are doozies, and some are just minor, but, in the grand scheme of things, she looks to have it all. Three beautiful, supportive, very unique mates. Men who'd kill for her. Who'd embrace the darkness for her. As well as more power at her fingertips than most could even imagine. While Thalia has always wanted a simple life, her passage to another realm looks set to prove that will never be.

Thalia Lyndhoven has the cojones to do what needs to be done to make things right in her pack. Nor is she afraid to dirty her hands or push her nose in where angels would fear to tread. With two of her three mates at her side, Thalia's life has never been brighter. For the first time, she's hopeful for tomorrow. She's freer than she's ever been, even if she does have the burden of a prophecy riding on her coattails. But then in walks mate number three. Not only does he have wings, a beautiful face, and an attitude, he has news. A second prophecy.

Nolan Black is gorgeous, bold and unapologetic in his desire for me. When I fall into his lap in Las Vegas, our connection is instant. Once I'm back in Manhattan we can't resist the attraction. The draw is too intense, and the desire is addictive. I want him in ways I promised myself I wouldn't. He needs me in ways he didn't know existed. The pull is strong enough to erase the doubt and to drown out all the questions. Until the secrets we've buried in our pasts collide in a way no one could have predicted.

Racer McKay is a broody bastard. From the moment I met him, he's been rude, irritable, and unbearable. And worse? He's broke. A contractor working to remodel my parents pool house for extra cash, he stomps around in those clunky construction boots with his tool belt wrapped around his narrow waist, and a chip on his shoulder. Racer McKay is also infuriatingly...sexy as hell. I want to take that pencil tucked behind his ear, and draw lazy lines slowly up and down his body all the while wanting to strangle him at the same time.

When I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Tucker Jameson. Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of a deal since Tucker is one of my good friends. And because he's still pining after his ex-girlfriend and I'm trying to finish my nursing degree, there is nothing to worry about in the romance department, making my last semester an easy one to conquer. Boy, was I wrong.

Will Finch, a San Francisco crime reporter, is drawn to a small Oregon town where a murder exposes dangerous secrets. The local sheriff controls the town with an iron grip, determined to block Finch's investigation at every turn. At the center of the case is the victim's fiancée, a senator's daughter, whose silence only deepens the mystery. As Finch follows the trail, he uncovers a web of corruption and betrayal stretching far beyond the wilderness. The truth could cost him everything.

The eighth book of this dark urban fantasy series follows necromancer Eric Carter through a world of vengeful gods and goddesses, mysterious murders, and restless ghosts.

In the nineteenth century, Manhattan's streets were so choked with pedestrians, horses, vehicles, and vendors that a trip from City Hall to Central Park could take hours. Alfred Beach had the perfect solution: build a giant pneumatic tube underneath Broadway from the Battery to Harlem. Air pressure would shoot passengers up and down the island in clean, quiet carriages. But Beach was up against the operators of the horse-drawn streetcars and the politicians in their pay, most conspicuously William M. Tweed, the notorious "Boss" of Tammany Hall.

Eric Carter has a lot on his plate. He's hunting the Oracle of Las Vegas, a literal talking head that manipulates the future to make its prophecies come true. But it has a new trick. It can change the past, too. Now Jazz Age Los Angeles is invading the present. Long gone buildings suddenly restored, decommissioned Red Car trains appearing on paved over tracks, miles of the city changing back to orange groves.

Five years removed from a life as an apprentice to a group of heroes who battled supernatural evils, the once-promising student Janzen Robinson has become a package courier. He now works the daily grind, passing time at a hole-in-the-wall bar and living in a tiny run-down apartment on the south side of Cleveland, Ohio. Then from the ancient recesses of unyielding darkness known as the Abyss, a creature has been summoned: a Stalker, a predator whose real name must never be spoken. It's a bastardization of the natural order, a formidable blend of dark magic and primal tenacity.