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Eleanor, the charming manager of a cozy tea shop, enjoys the transportive ritual of making a cup of Masala Chai tea, reminisces about the tea's origins, and delights in the beauty of her quaint English village during the holidays. Bedtime stories are narrated by the world's most celebrated voices and written with no beginning, middle, or end so you don't stay up to hear what happens next. They're interesting enough to give your mind something to focus on, but delivered in a way that encourages sleep.

When your boss is a lesbian dominatrix, you can bet your bare behind that you're going to be punished if you misbehave! Things are a little different at WLW Technology. The pay is good, the employees are dedicated, and the bosses, well... they're a little different too. It's not unusual to hear the sounds of someone being bent over a desk for a good hard spanking or to catch a glimpse of a coworker squirming from the aftereffects of a paddle. Or a flogger. And sometimes a punishment from a dominant boss can have a very happy ending. You might not be a lesbian when you start there, but if ...

Five years ago, a one night stand with a hot alpha doctor ruined s*x with anyone else for me. I’ll never forget the way Brookes’ eyes devoured me. How his lips felt on mine while his hands explored every inch of my body. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” As soon as the door closed, he was all over me. And I was on the edge of falling apart. But our one night of fun ended with heartache when the jerk pulled a Houdini. Now half a decade later, I’m chasing my dream of working in an ER. And the first step is nailing this medical fellowship. Except my success hinges on my ...

Born into a large, close-knit family in Nicaragua, Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodríguez grew up surrounded by strong, kind, funny, sensitive, resilient, judgmental, messy, beautiful women. Whether blood relatives or chosen family, these tías and primas fundamentally shaped her view of the world—and so did the labels that were used to talk about them. The tía loca who is shunned for defying gender roles. The pretty prima put on a pedestal for her European features. The matriarch who is the core of her community but hides all her pain.

Laurie is sure love at first sight doesn't exist anywhere but the movies. But then, through a misted-up bus window one snowy December day, she sees a man who she knows instantly is the one. Their eyes meet, there's a moment of pure magic...and then her bus drives away. Certain they're fated to find each other again, Laurie spends a year scanning every bus stop and cafe in London for him. But she doesn't find him, not when it matters anyway. Instead they "reunite" at a Christmas party, when her best friend, Sarah, giddily introduces her new boyfriend: the man from the bus.

Ready to unlock the secrets to a lush garden oasis, even if you’ve never held a trowel in your life? Tired of old, boring gardening books? Ahhh, livin’ the dream. Your own delicious organic food forest growing right outside your window. A harvest so bountiful, it feeds you, your family, and the whole neighborhood. Year-round abundance. Yummy homegrown tomatoes. What a life! Sounds like true wealth, doesn’t it? And yet, sometimes, the dream seems so far out of reach. Ever felt this way?

My fingers in his hair. My dress around my ankles. And my v-card completely punched. Sebastian Conrad claimed my v-card, Then ghosted me like sparks never flew. Now this arrogant jerk shows up to steal my business deal. One fake date and I can convince him to give it up. But after dinner, my heart thunders as he looks deep into my eyes. My guard crumbles when he cups my cheek, And I remember why he was my first love. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice… shame on you. My shattered heart can't take another blow, But I couldn't resist him then. And I sure can't now. Faking It features ...

After centuries of conflict, a peace treaty has finally been drawn between the warring Saxons and Norse—largely due to the wisdom and bravery of the legendary Viking leader Wolf Hakonson and the noble warrior Lord Hawk. Hawk and Wolf each married women from warring clans to unite the Saxons and Norse. But for all its blessings, the promise of peace will remain fragile—unless it can be sealed forever by a third and final marriage between these two proud clans.

Mr. Tattooed, Dark, and Grumpy was supposed to be a one night stand. So how the hell did I end up becoming the nanny… Dressed to kill in all black, Dropping bills like he owns the place. I'm glad I didn't wear panties because they would be destroyed. A bit of fun was all I expected that night. End of story. Until I show up to the nanny interview, and it's him. We clash like oil and water during the day. And ruin the sheets at night. He's already got two sweet daughters of his own and would never settle down. So where does that leave me and MY baby bump… Buckle up for a ride with a foul-...

Never rent an apartment over the internet. I learned that lesson the hard way. Turns out the sweet two bedroom I was thrilled to make mine is actually smack dab in the middle of a retirement community. Now instead of enjoying Florida’s night life, I’m helping Mrs. Hill find her missing hearing aids and showing Mr. Frazier how to use his television remote for the millionth time. But it’s fine. They look out for me and I look out for them. Which is how I end up wedged in a broom closet with Mr. Frazier’s sexy as sin nephew.

Booze, boys, and backstage passes. What could go wrong? Turns out, a lot. Jackson Whiss is the living embodiment of a true rock ‘n’ roll bad boy. An alpha who takes what he wants. Demanding. Savage. And spoiler alert: he wants me. But not for the reason that you think. This jerk only needs a fake relationship to leverage my good-girl image. But in exchange, he’ll erase my student loan debt. What starts as a straightforward business deal, Ends backstage with tangled limbs, urgent strokes, and a low growl, “You’re mine.” We’re fire and ice, a match made in chaos. And toying with...

He was supposed to break my bed, not my heart. Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body ghosted me a year ago, and now he's my new boss. Still cocky. Still hot AF. Still thinks he can take whatever he wants. And he wants me to be his fake wife. He'll get his promotion and I'll get my debt erased. At first, he drives me crazy pushing all my buttons. But the way he stares at me gives me goosebumps, And soon his rock-hard body is all that fills my thoughts. Now, I love pretending to be husband and wife. Except we pretend a little too perfectly, Because I'm staring at a big, fat plus sign. He's promoted, And ...

He’s the Italian Stallion who crushed my heart once, But OH what I wouldn’t give for another ride. He was a young foreign exchange student, And we agreed it was just a fling. Even though I knew in my heart it was more. Today he’s a full-grown man, impeccably dressed. Stacked muscles, piercing eyes, and too-good-for-you attitude. Just my type of red flag. The history between us runs deep. I can still remember his taste, Remember the feel of him inside me. Hearing my old pet name ghost his lips, Cara Mia, And I lose all my inhibitions. I’m not the same girl I was. So I should have ...

When Iris decides to move to New York to restart her life, she realizes she underestimated how big the Big Apple really is—all the nostalgic movies set in New York she’d watched with her mom while eating their special secret-recipe gelato didn’t quite do it justice. But Bobby, Iris’s best friend, isn’t about to let her hide away. He drags her to a famous autumn street fair in Little Italy, and as they walk through the food stalls, a little family-run gelateria catches her eye—could it be the same shop that’s in an old photo of her mother’s?

In this sequel to Dream of Me, Josie Litton pursues the romantic and political affiliations between the Saxons and Norse at the end of the ninth century. When the Saxon lord Hawk agrees to take a Norse bride, he finds an unexpected affection for his enigmatic and fiery fiancee, Lady Krysta. But Lady Krysta arrives bearing many secrets, including her gift for seeing what others cannot.

Rule #1: Don’t sleep with anyone in the office. Rule #2: Definitely DON’T get anyone pregnant. Oh well, I’ve always been a rule breaker. I’m Drew, the one your mother warned you about. My ego is as big as my bank account, and I always get what I want. And I want my sexy as sin PR rep, Camille. She’s constantly cleaning up my scandals and I know she hates me for it. Which makes sneaking around the office with her that much hotter. Our constant love/hate relationship is the stuff of fantasies. Her insatiable appetite for me drives me wild, And I’m happy to deliver what she craves....

Every desperate housewife wants an alias. Donna Stone has one - and it happens to be government-sanctioned. But Donna earned it the hard way: Her husband was killed the day she delivered their third child. To avenge her husband's murder, Donna leads a secret life as an assassin. But espionage makes for strange bedfellows, and brings new meaning to that old adage, "Honey, I'm home...."

The silver fox doctor is on my doorstep ready to confess, Yeah, the one who doesn’t want kids. The door swings open to my six-year-old staring up at him. Oh crap… Hold on, let me back up here. Dr. Steamy – I mean Scott – is a world-class pediatrician who prefers the bachelor life. He saves kids' lives all day but doesn’t want any of his own. Fine by me, our fling is just that. No strings attached, so I keep my personal life out of it. Including my son. Sparks are flying, parts are tingling, and panties hit the ground. Scott’s my real-life prince charming and I’m living the ...

Months trapped in the clutches of a madman made Jenna Franklin a shell of the woman she once was. All she can do now is use her computer genius from inside the safety of closed doors. Even two years later, going outside = blood-freezing panic.

I like my men how I like my wine, Tasty, full-bodied, and twice my age… like my best friend’s dad. I'm a dedicated nurse, and the responsible one (usually). So catching a ride after a night of drinking makes good sense. Except when that ride is loaded silver fox Landon Leggatt. And OH, did I ride. But afterward, the jerk acted like nothing happened between us, And left me wondering if the sparks were only in my head. I thought I’d gotten over him, until he hurts his ankle, And my best friend calls in a favor for my professional help. Now I'm stuck looking after this brooding grump, ...