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Through ups and downs, Jace and I have faced everything head on. Until he started keeping secrets. I loved him too much to just give up on us, but when I was confronted with proof I could no longer ignore, I left. Yet having Jace clear up what he was hiding didn’t magically mend my heart back together. His secrets broke us completely.

Teasing Chance Williams was supposed to be fun. A way for Maddox to show him she wasn’t who he initially thought. And maybe even loosen him up some. It was definitely not supposed to end with him dragging her to the laundry room and showing her what all those stiff suits he liked to wear were really covering up.

Two months ago, I lost my boat, my cat, and—with my leg in a cast—my income. Until I can walk again, the only job I’m fit for is one few have survived. See, my new boss has a reputation. She's grumpy, no-nonsense, and runs a tight ship. Keeping a firm hold on a movie budget does require nerves of steel, after all. Especially when disaster strikes. When she yells at me, all I hear is the passion in her voice. All I want in those moments is to kiss her until she can't think straight.

Jared Ayers works outdoors, embracing a solitary life, hiding from his inner demons. But after so many of his Pack brothers have found their mates, he starts wondering if there might be a mate in his future too. His world turns upside-down after he's hired by the "Ice Queen of Lake Tahoe". One touch is all it takes. One touch to send the wolf howling within....

I’ve known my entire life that everyone in Hell wants me dead. They fear me. Not because I’m the Devil’s daughter—well, okay, that may be part of it—but because they think I’m a bad omen. My father was prophesied to have a son. Then I came along, and every resident in Hell believes I’m the beginning of their end. I’m the female version of my father. I’m ruthless because I have to be. I’m a killer, because it’s kill or be killed, and I sure as Hell don’t want to die.

It all started with a dirty photo in his text messages. Yeah, Dr. Parker Preston's intentions when he gave Alexandra Collins his phone number at the animal rescue gala were more personal than professional. But he'd never expected the sassy beauty with the blue streak in her hair to send him a picture of her perfect, perky boobs as enticement to adopt the dogs she was desperately trying to find a home for.

Laura Stone was the hottest author of erotic fiction in the country but also the most elusive. Known only by her pen name, there wasn't a person alive who wasn't dying to discover her true identity. And I, Killian Turner, knew exactly where to find her. Her real name was Kate O'Malley, and I fully intended on learning every dirty secret she had to exploit for my own gain. After all, isn't that what journalists do? But I underestimated my prey. I didn't anticipate how her lips could seduce me or the touch of her body against mine would eventually become my ultimate undoing.

Brooklyn James should know better. Born into Hollywood royalty, the brooding prince has a reputation as being a player. A manwhore. A womanizer. Adoring fans are his thing. His best friend's little sister is not. Even thinking about her the way he is isn't cool. Not cool at all. And yet every time she pouts those sexy lips at him, she turns him inside out. Makes him harder than he's ever been. Drives him to the brink of insanity.

I can’t save myself from the cloister, and maybe I never could. The prophet grows more dangerous by the day. His delusions are steeped in blood, and if I’m not careful, that blood will be my own. Despite the growing risk, I still continue the search for the truth, no matter if the thorny path eventually twists back to Adam, guilt in his dark eyes. I’ve seen glimpses of his soul, and I know there is more to him than the monster, but it’s so hard to reach him. I knew when I came here I’d have to fight, I just didn’t realize the war would be waged on so many fronts.

For fans of Sylvia Day and E. L. James, comes New York Times bestselling author Delilah Devlin's second book in her sensual erotic romance Sultry Summer Nights series...

Makl is looking to become the greatest mercenary the universe has known. In true family tradition, he leaves a trail of mayhem and bodies wherever he goes, steals the most priceless of items, ravishes females left and right. But that all ends the day he comes across the biggest prize of all – a human barbarian. Fooled into thinking her a priceless virgin and captivated by her pale skinned, two-breasted frame, he abducts her, or at least means to. His plan goes somewhat awry

Ex-Army Specialist Jace River has a lock on his bedroom door, but it's not to keep anyone out; it's to keep his nightmares from breaking loose. His wolf is an out-of-control killer, which means he can never risk shifting, never truly be part of his pack, and definitely never take a mate. Piper Wilding works for the Army as a civilian, traveling the world for her work in counterintelligence and fighting the bad guys while bedding down the good ones.

In a world where vampires have conquered mankind, Turner West is the only thing they fear. Threaded with silver through his body, he is a Bonemaker—a rare human who can Unmake vampires with a single cut of his blade. Crossing the prairie of what was once the United States, Turner will face a blood-crazed cult, a governor who wants power more than life itself, and a trio of beautiful women who will help him toward his ultimate goal: ridding the world of bloodsuckers. But Turner's exploits have attracted a vampire so old, his very existence threatens what remains of the human race.

Turner West is a busy man. After killing the vampire lord Silas, he hoped to build a safe haven to protect his people and his women from danger, but the land has other plans. New undead killers have emerged, and something unholy has been born—and it wants blood. With his women, his knife, and his will, he will fight against a danger that far surpasses all that has come before, and this time it’s using nature itself to hunt him down.

Two weeks before the most dangerous mission of my life I met the woman of my dreams. Then my life—and the Humvee I was in—got blown to hell. Up until then, I'd been married to the Marines with no regrets. Being unattached meant I could do my job without distractions. I didn't have to worry if a girl was stepping out when I was on a year-long tour overseas, nor consider making a wife a widow every time I went on a dangerous mission.

Flash Mob follows famed Broadway director and choreographer Jericho Taylor as he mounts a revival of 42nd Street and produces a series flash mobs. Taylor discovers and falls in love with fresh-from-the-Midwest triple threat, Billy Lake and places the young man at the center of his flash mobs, which become a viral sensation. The seemingly spontaneous flash mob dance events are designed to counter the public's fear caused by a string of terrorist bombings in the New York City area.

She was not dating Ryan Kennedy. Period. End of story. It didn't matter that the sexy firefighter was so drop-dead gorgeous that women's eggs dropped at the sight of him. But not hers. Nope. Grace had things to do—finishing med school and keeping her nose clean for her upcoming residency match, to name a few—and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone derail her this time. He could try all he wanted, it was not happening. No matter how broad his shoulders were. Or how perfectly styled his messy hair was. Or what his sexy grin did to her insides. It. Was. Not. Happening. It couldn't.

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.

My father has never really supported my dance career. I can't wait to get out from under his rule and live my own life. But I'd never wish him dead.

Duke Donovan's despot and dictator clients pay him handsomely for the information he provides through psychic and tarot card readings. When not helping others to overthrow the world, or walking his golden retriever, Duke picks up stray men off the New York City streets; artists, musicians, writers, and actors, usually, and nudges their careers forward while sharing his bed with them. His latest find, Broadway conductor, Sam Teak, begins mysteriously poisoning Duke's butler, Malcolm. Duke has secrets, too, and there's a ghost haunting him because of them.