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The last place I expected to run into my childhood camp crush was at the local university, looking all kinds of cute in a tweed jacket with a nervous blush. I’ve always had a bit of a thing for the nerdy professor type. Demetri says he doesn’t date. I want to believe that it’s true and not that he’s not interested in a transgender man like me.

I’m on a mission—happily ever after or bust. I just know my handsome, successful, bearded prince is out there waiting for me to find him. True, it’s been a challenge navigating the dating scene, but you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince. So when my childhood bestie reappears after years apart, announcing his desire to reconnect, it’s a pleasant distraction to introduce him to my world. He’s not my type at all, but he’s fun enough to pass the time with. But the longer we do this, the more I wonder, are we just blowing off steam, or are we chasing fate?

Alexa Lynch has spent most of her adult life lying about who she was. Not even her family knew she worked for the CIA. Now she can't outrun those lies when she's caught standing over her informant. Her very dead informant. Charged with murder. Then released on bail. Alexa will have to try and discover who set her up. She will have to learn to trust the prison guard, Colt, who first thought the worst about her.

Spencer Donato. My brother’s best friend. My dirty little secret. We fell for each other at Lancaster Prep. Sneaking around. Not wanting anyone to find out. He was my first love, my protector, my knight in shining armor. We were made for each other, and I truly believed he was my forever. But then I did the unthinkable, and betrayed him in the worst possible way. I thought I lost him for good … Until I saw him at my brother’s wedding. Now he’s older. Crueler. Unbearably handsome. We’re drawn to each other still, but will Spencer be there for me when I need him the most?

I'm a fan—how could I not be? And not just a fan of racing. I can't help but be swept up by the lives of celebrities. Wondering if they really have it so much better or if something is missing. Now that Maverick isn't just that hot racer I've followed for years and is instead my friend, I'm starting to see the answer. We always want what we don't have.

Book Five of the Quint Adler Series. Emmett Fisk, a 92-year-old man, walks into Quint's brand new P.I. firm. He tells the heartbreaking story of his grandson's murder 20 years ago. How no one was ever arrested. How the cops no longer consider it an open case. And how Quint might be his last chance to find out what happened to his grandson. Feeling for the old man, and more than a little intrigued, Quint agrees to take the case. Quint Adler, P.I. is a decades-old murder mystery that will lead Quint down the most dangerous case of his career.

The wealthy are crumbling. One by one, their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul. The wealthy are dying. But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat. I live among them. The "orphan girl" blessed to taste their life. To play their games. To have their men...

She ran and hid in one of the biggest cities in the world. It’s the best place to remain anonymous if you try hard enough. But that all comes crashing down when I spend the night with her. My new assistant. I made a vow to never mention the night we spent together again. She didn’t know who I was and I preferred to keep it that way. But when her past comes back to haunt her I’m the only one who can help her fight the demons that curse her.

Our bond is steel. We began to rebuild what we had, because I’m determined to make things right. Someone is out to ruin me, and they’re using Anais to do it. Danger threatened to take her from me forever. But what they don’t know is when someone threatens what is mine, there will be hell to pay.

Quint heads to Las Vegas and starts investigating the disappearance of Emmy Peters, a gorgeous 22-year-old showgirl. There are zero suspects and a scarcity of evidence. It's as if Emmy vanished into thin air. Quint remains determined, his investigation leading to gorgeous women, gambling, big-time casinos, and other Sin City trademarks. And yet, he's making very little progress.

After experiencing true hell at the hands of my family, I escape to a university for supernaturals like me. On my first day of classes, I meet four men who claim I'm their mate. A shifter who won't shift back from his human form, a redheaded alpha who defends me, a viking of a man with tattoos who bakes, and the one with warm green eyes and glasses who looks at me like I'm something to be worshipped. But there's no way they'll still want me when they find out what I truly am.

I've always been an outcast, plagued by visions I can't explain. I've been ripped from my quiet life and thrown into a world I never knew existed, the center of a dangerous game. Surviving this magical academy means battling bullies, uncovering forbidden secrets, and resisting the pull of five infuriatingly irresistible men.

He’s tall, handsome, and mysterious…and the librarian for the ancient texts. Basically, a witch’s dream. Cue Hazel, the owner of a charming little shop on Main Street called Bewitched Boutique. In need of town records, she finds herself visiting the library more often, sharing stolen glances with the object of her growing affection.

In high school, I was Little Miss Brainy Rebel Girl to my twin's athletic Mr. Popularity. That also meant I avoided wading into the dating pool. Like a shark, it didn't help that my protective brother probably scared away potential suitors. Fast forward: He's engaged, but our parents won't let him tie the knot until I find a boyfriend. Now, he has guys lining up to date me. This only becomes an issue when his best friend, Redd, gets a hero's welcome when he returns to play hockey for the Nebraska Knights.

Damien Cross treats New York City as if it’s his personal playground. He sees. He touches. He conquers. He holds the fate of my family in his hands. And makes a deal with me I can’t refuse. He’ll forgive my father’s debt if he can have something in exchange: me. I promised myself I wouldn’t get addicted, but nothing is guaranteed when you make a deal with a savage. Now this debt is my cross to bear.

There are many things I never thought I'd find myself behind; the barrel of a gun is one of them. I feel the tingle, the rush, as it slithers down my skin. I feel the cold. Too many deaths—one of them will be the death of me. Julian is determined to make me pay for someone else's sins. And I'm struggling not to succumb to his mercy, not to fall to my knees and beg. But as my legs give in, as my muscles strain and my voice weakens, I keep the handle of my knife tight in my grip. My mother's suffering collides with mine as I use my last breath to take away the ones who stole hers.

I screwed up. Big time. I hurt someone, and I hate myself for it. I'm barely eighteen and already completely exhausted. Tired of being haunted by secrets and guilt. My biggest regret, though, is keeping it all from Adam—my best friend, teammate, protector. My everything since I can remember.

Never fall for straight guys--especially when they're friends with your brother. Jeremy knows that. Honest! All he wanted was a little work done on his house. That was it. Nothing too complicated.

When I first met Gabe—a month after our best friends started dating each other—I expected awkward small talk and polite smiles. What I don't expect is the way he looks at me...like I'm important. Like he sees something worth knowing behind the walls I've built over the years. No one's ever looked at me like that before. Not my parents, who left me with scars deeper than silence. Not one person—except maybe my best friends, who taught me how to survive when love felt like a myth.

You might be asking yourself how a guy like me ended up on a fashion reality TV show. You may also be asking why I agreed to be a designer’s apprentice with no intelligible sewing skills. Cake. Delicious, fluffy, flour-laden, sugary cake—the beginning of my downfall. If it weren’t for that cake, I’d have never bribed Mai Sakamoto for more. We’d have never developed a friendship. I wouldn’t know of her dreams to become a fashion designer. And I’d sure as hell would never have ended up on a reality TV show to help her chase those dreams.