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It should have been a harmless swindle. A survival tactic, plain and simple. Because I, Rhea Thorn, am a survivor. At least, I thought I was… Until I conned a psycho. After a meaningless one-night stand, I emptied his wallet and fled before the morning sun. By that night, I had seventeen missed calls and a broken window with a note: You can keep what you stole, but I get you in return. Everywhere I go, he's there—blurring the vision between right and wrong while enticing me with his sultry blue eyes. Alaric promised me I'd never forget him. I'm beginning to fear he's right.

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

Sol is desperate to renew herself, but she remains trapped in the past, with her dark magic slowly consuming her. Each day, a little more of her light fades, and every day, her bond with Hector yearns for their reunion, needs their reunion. When she finally reunites with Everly, their joy is short-lived as they are abducted by the Hematites, who demand that Sol steal an ancient relic from the Bloodstone. After she fails to deliver what they want quickly enough, they kidnap Everly.

To the fae of the Sorcen Court, Princess Allina Kingsdaughter is a traitor and a fugitive, inevitably claimed by the same madness that cost her father his crown and his life. Ensnared by the lies of her uncle, the reigning Sorcen King, they will never know the truth of her betrayal.

Returning home after years away, Reece is going to have to avoid her assassin ex-boyfriend as she learns to care for the magical creatures now under her protection. Three years ago, Reece McCarthen solved her problems the best way she could think of: running as far as possible. Abandoned by her...

When alien pirates stole me from Earth years ago, the trauma of my abduction wiped away my memories. I can’t remember who I was before I was taken. I can’t recall anything from my previous life. All I know is that I’m not going to let myself be held captive again.

I’ve always said that my life is about surviving, but I didn’t realize how true that was until the devil sent me soaring off a bridge with the love of my life and lodged a bullet through my thigh.

If only I could shut all people out of my life… and my head. Everyone’s minds are so damned busy. Their rage, pain, despair, love, joy—and more—tangle up in my brain until I just want to scream. But then I meet a gorgeous guy who wants me to train his adorable dog. And I end up in a realm I had no idea existed, surrounded by shapeshifters who want not only me, but what I can apparently do. Three of them call to my heart. And one of them flies through my dreams as a dragon…

Waking up naked on the roadside with a body that doesn't feel like mine? Not exactly the miracle I asked for. Turns out, Death gave me a second chance—minus the instructions. I'm no longer just a Grim Reaper. I'm something else. Something unstable. My scythe is gone. My raven's missing. And I'm flickering between realities like a faulty lightbulb.

The highly anticipated fifth book in the Drowned Empire romantasy series!...

First rule when returning to your hometown after storming out of sight: Don't fall for the guy who broke your heart. Julia Browne should know better than to kiss where she bakes. She's built a bread empire in California and only plans to stay in Green Valley long enough to sell the family house.

When Alexios Vox appears on my doorstep looking like the butler lead in a popular anime, the last thing I expect is for him to invite me into the Villain Protection Program. My first mission? Foster the child he and Mr. Cheekbones Kidnapper Extraordinaire stole. Do I want to protect a villain? No. Not even a little bit. But do I want the opportunity to finally adopt a child? Yes. Even if the price Alexios demands in return for making this possible… is everything I have.

After seeing so many of my friends find the kind of love I used to think only existed in fairy tales, I can’t help but hope the mate bond will spark for me too. It seems more possible than ever, now that we’ve made it off Nuthora and arrived on Vox. Whether I find a mate here or not, though, I consider the Voxerans my people. I’m invested in their future, and I plan to do everything I can to support Droth’s bid to retake power from his uncle. So when he puts together a small group of rebels to do recon near the palace, I volunteer to be part of it.

All her life, Fiona has dreamed of becoming a dancer, but she was always told dancing was not for “fat girls” like her. Now, at age 35, Fiona is again confronted with her weight issues when the HR department kindly encourages her and a coworker, Stu, to attend a support group for people with “health” issues. When quilting is suggested as a hobby to help with their totally opposite eating disorders (Fiona loves everything related to calories, Stu tries to avoid any), Stu insanely suggests they enter a local version of Dancing with the Stars instead....

Ren has to be the grumpiest Voxeran in the universe. So why does his touch light me on fire? With the arrival of a ship from Vox, we’ll finally have a chance to escape Nuthora. Unfortunately, the blue-skinned alien rebel who comes to rescue us is the most frustrating man I’ve ever met. From our very first meeting when he pulls a knife on me, to the pointed barbs we trade back and forth, I think it’s safe to say we don’t like each other very much.

Hotshot attorney Gabriel Vane was on the fast-track to partnership at one of the city's most prestigious law firms—until a judge caught him kissing a client and clipped the legal eagle's wings with a six month suspension. Gabriel agrees to vanish from the public eye until his suspension is over, trading his luxurious high-rise apartment for a forgotten Victorian home—but as soon as he moves in, he discovers he's not alone. He has nosy neighbors, bad plumbing . . . and a peppy ghost with anxiety issues.

Owner of Archer and Archer, Inc., a prestigious New York private investigative firm, Colette Archer embodies effortless perfection in her couture suits and trademark chignon. But this private investigator has a secret. When night falls, Colette slips on her wig and into the persona of a tequila-guzzling hustler who occasionally fancies two men instead of one.

Life after death is supposed to be peaceful, right? You die, float off to paradise, and spend eternity sipping celestial cocktails with your fellow ghosts. Yeah. No. Turns out, my lying, cheating, suffocating husband had other plans. Literally. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed the life out of me—and just like that, my story should've been over. But Death had other ideas.

Lydia Ryder is trouble. It’s what I told myself when I first saw her arrive in our small, rural town wearing stilettos. When she spilled an entire cup of coffee all over herself. And when I saved her from tripping off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic. I lead a simple life as a single dad. I don’t have time for trouble. I’m too busy packing lunches, driving to soccer practices, and trying to fold a damn fitted sheet. But she sees beyond the overworked, exhausted parent I am. She sees the real me. The me that I haven’t allowed myself to be since my wife died two years ago.

Nash Ellis knows music. Producing, performing, writing—if it involves the creative process he’s there for it. He knows nothing about copy machines. Or financial reports. Or anything related to the stuck-up business world his best friends have been chasing since they were kids. But Nash also needs money, so when his roommate gets him a paid internship at Reedweather Media, he reluctantly agrees