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When Auggie Lopez returns to Wroxall College, he’s determined that his second year will be different from the chaos he faced as a freshman. He’s living in the Sigma Sigma house, he’s got a good group of friends, and his social media presence is growing. Meeting a hot older guy on move-in day is just the cherry on top. All he has to do now is avoid getting dragged into another murder. That last part, though, turns out to be easier said than done, especially when Auggie’s ex-roommate, Orlando, asks for help.

They say bad things happen in threes. The first was when I lost my parents. The second came when I had to leave behind everything I knew to move across the world to live with my only remaining relative. But what was life for, if not for living? So I kept moving. Then the third thing happened, just as I was about to begin my junior year at the prestigious Blackstone University. I caught the eye of not one, not two, but three of the most infamous guys on campus. The three guys from the wrong side of the tracks.

Shayna is having a run of bad luck. Abducted by aliens, frozen in a cryopod, then thawed out and tossed into a cage to be a meal for a giant sentient spider! Could things possibly get any worse? The Spider Alien's Bite is a slow-burn alien/human romance intended for adult listeners.

Don’t play dirty. That’s the code I live by on and off the field. The other?Don’t get distracted. Not by the media, not by hookups, and definitely not by our rival team’s ridiculously charming star player, who loves to whisper dirty nothings to me every time we play ball. And sure, his offers are tempting, but he’s the love ‘em and leave ‘em type, and I want the real thing.

How do you say no when your roommate wins an all-inclusive rock experience and begs you to go along? You don’t. Ever. But Amara was starting to see that maybe she should have. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, has. Until I run right into what feels like a brick wall. Of course, the brick wall has a name, too. Cash Graves. I knew the name, even if it was a newer one to the rock world. He’s the bassist for Tainted Knights, the band who was making huge splashes in the music world. Their newest hit was all over the radio and currently on repeat on my playlist…and I just spit my margarita all over him.

I spent my life running from my past, hiding behind a guitar, a microphone, and a fake last name. But after my father's death, the truth came out, I'm a Wilde, and now I'm in the spotlight more than ever. My record label has big plans for Killian Wilde, the country music sensation, and unfortunately those include a co-written album with British bad-boy rocker Jameson Lorde. The one man I can't stand. Even if he is the sexiest man I've ever seen.

He’s the man with the Midas touch. Elijah Wolfe is just as ruthless and aggressive as his name suggests. Born in the harsh Nevada desert, he used his sharp wits and sharper fists to fight for survival, mining ore for terrible men. Until one day, he struck gold—literally. Despite his unimaginable wealth, his heart is empty of trust and his world is full of enemies. He’s come to England searching for a priceless treasure once stolen from him and is prepared to ruin anyone who gets in his way.

The requirement is ridiculous but simple. Spend two months in Cedar Falls, and play the mayor’s games to ensure that The Retreat, Sharpe International’s newest resort, can open. But I have a history with this small Montana town. One I’d tried to forget but never could. Asher Wells. My lavender girl. She’d had dreams and aspirations to leave Cedar Falls and make her mark on the world. So why is she still here, standing in front of me?

Enki Zakanin just wants peace and quiet. He's completed his mission, and on the journey back to the Kordolian Fleet Station, he'd prefer to be left alone so he can manage the literal demon inside his head. Alone. So when a strange distress call breaks the silence, his first instinct is to ignore the signal. Why would anyone be foolish enough to broadcast an open signal in the Ninth? My name is Layla dela Cruz. I need your help. A human? What in Kaiin's Hells is she doing this far into Sector Nine? Now, somehow, he has to go and get her. After all, he's given her his word.

I'm the nerdy reporter. He's the hotshot diver. We're complete opposites. There's no way this will ever work. My entire life, I've had one dream. To be the best reporter I can be and tell stories that matter. When the opportunity to shadow an Olympian lands in my lap, I'm determined to rise to the occasion. But nothing can prepare me for Wes Cooper in all his glory. Wes is the cocky athlete who has no interest in having a green reporter standing in his way. Or asking too many questions. Which is fine. I'm here to do my job, not be his friend.

For Evie O’Brian, making a living stealing things from the rich and powerful has lost its shine. After a decade spent circling the globe and building her reputation as one of the best, she finds herself mere hours from everything she ran away from. But being this close to what she left behind does nothing to ease the restlessness that’s plagued her for months.

April is the hottest matchmaker in Manhattan. She is completely content helping others find love and is in no rush to find a match of her own. But when she is forced into attending a bachelor auction, she has no idea that she’s about to be the winning bidder of Bachelor #22.

A nuclear blast has transformed the world into a barren wasteland. Survival depends on your ability to kick ass and take names. Radiation transforms select humans into mutated creatures who are banished from society - Enders. The males are libido-less wild animals incapable of satisfying the females, who are hot, forward and badass. Cutter has kept to himself for 10 years, avoiding the conflict with a sharp tongue, stiff drink and his two best friends, his six-shooters, Alpha and Beta. But the perils of the wastelands won't leave him the hell alone.

Lucas spent the first half of his life protecting himself from others, but now his own mind is his biggest enemy. He doesn't know what happens when the blackouts overtake him, but he can recall the feelings - the rage, the confusion, the fear. Thankfully the quiet life he's found in Payson, Arizona, has kept the darkness at bay. Until his boss' estranged daughter shows up in town, asking questions she shouldn't and sparking a desire Lucas can't control.

Her boyfriend's attempted murder leaves Megan floundering in the ocean. Sinking without hope, the bright light she sees in the night sky isn't her doorway to heaven, but rather the beginning of her accidental abduction by a space pirate. While thankful of his rescue, Megan stays true to form and just can't keep her mouth shut, even when he keeps threatening to kill her - or auction her off to the highest bidder. Even odder, despite her decision to not get involved with her wickedly hot captor, she can't help craving his touch.

Everyone knows Brooke Wicks loves to have a good time. She’s not interested in getting serious, settling down, or limiting herself to one man. So when she meets the sexy, irresistible Mason King, she sees another opportunity to let loose and go wild. But the gorgeous Aussie isn’t interested in just a quick fling with Brooke, and if she wants to get into his bed, she’s going to have to do it on his terms.

She was my foster sister, her luxurious house the only home I'd ever known. I fell in love with Evie before her doctor parents signed my adoption papers. They threw me out the day they caught us. Now I'm Dr. Jones, so far removed from who I used to be, it seems like a bad dream. I tell myself nothing can touch me. Until I see the residency roster at Alpine University Hospital. There's only two incoming neurosurgery residents each year. This year it's Landon Jones - and Evie Rutherford.

“Tell me something true?” Her sweet voice was like a siren calling me to her. My truth? I was a bastard. I hated everyone. My past was as dark as my soul. And she was the only light in that cold darkness.

Big, bad, and purple. Indulge in some alien romance.

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...and I'm sick of games. Sick of the Friday night bar-scene-cum-meat-market. Sick of awful dates and one-night stands, booty calls and guys who don’t call back, mixed messages or no messages and - and - and...I'm sick of all of it. I’m done. It's too hard, and worse: little by little, it's making me hard. It's breaking my heart. What do I want? That's easy. I want a house in suburbia with a white picket fence. I want babies to buckle into a minivan. But most of all, I want to be married. I want a husband.