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Met her. Got familiar. Liked it. A lot. Wouldn’t mind some more. Same ol’ story— they meet, roll around in the sheets, and get their happily ever after… or don’t— right? So what makes ours any different? Simple. This story involves one Presley Alexandra Beckett. The woman who takes any and every damn thing I thought I knew and flips, twists, distorts, denies and defies it until I lose track of up from down. Just when I start to think I’ve got her figured out… I uncover the real reason why Presley spends her life hiding behind a wall of sassy, stubborn deflection. And now? ...

Things heat up, and not just the Georgia summertime, when Dane and Laney go head to head over plans for her new duplex. But Laney's got his number and knows just how to coerce her bossy, domineering man. Spend the summer with the gang and find out...just how many is a crowd?

The reality show like no other: Eight men, eight women, one mansion in paradise, their every move caught on camera for the world to see. Among the faces in the house: a mysterious cowboy, a cocky football star, a motocross god, and a broody Alpha calling all the shots. Thorough compatibility testing says that everyone's soul mate is there. Computers' abilities are boundless, but can they be trusted with matters of the heart?

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author S.E. Hall comes the conclusion to this sexy, heartfelt duet. I tried everything to shatter the wall around her… including screwing up. No sooner than I started earning a few scattered glimpses of her softer side, I abused, and lost, her trust. Now, not only do I have to get it back… I have to get her back. And I’ll stop at nothing to do so, nothing short of forever. This is bigger than both of us; meant, destined, and I refuse to let her get in the way of that. Just as I refuse to stand back and watch her shoulder the weight of ...

Sawyer Beckett is at it again! That baby, whose Mama gave him all that drama? Well, she's all grown up and ready to date! And Sawyer is not happy about it. So he's written another guide, full of "helpful advice", for all the horny lil' punks that think they stand a chance of getting near his angel Presley.

After going through pregnancy at her side, listening to all the mumbo-jumbo jargon strangers in white coats spewed at me, just to have my woman do the exact opposite the minute we left their office - I decided to help my fellow man. In a language we actually speak. If you've got a Baby Mama, pick up this short, simple guide and thank me later.

From two New York Times best sellers comes an erotic quickie. Certain men. Certain professions. Some things are just universally sexy. But maybe not quite this sexy...

Nobody puts the "smash" in Christmas quite like The Crew. No really... things get smashed. Crashed. Crazy. But what's a few minor casualties, as long as you have your family? Merry Christmas from The Crew!

Having magical powers is a one-way ticket to prison. My friends would say I’m confident and clever. I like the beach and love S'mores. Normal, right? Turns out I’m also a witch, which means I’m going to prison. Riptivik Magic Academy recently became a reform school, opening its doors to all supernatural misfits: fae, shifters, vampires, and more. A paperwork glitch lands me here as I await my sentencing. While I was hoping life would be rainbows, apple pie, and sparkly magic, there’s the little issue with my powers—can’t control them. No one can. There are guys too: the ...

I’m just a witch who has to defeat my enemies...and slay the guy I love. I’m ticked off—fueling my desire to come up with a plan to get rid of the demon-wraiths once and for all. I just have to find a missing wand—and figure out how to use it—and a missing person. That task takes me to the underworld. Postcards from the trip would include the following highlights: lost items recovered, dangerous ghosts, and matters of the heart aren’t only for the living. My return to campus doesn’t come with a warm welcome. Tension is higher than ever when the Marauders cause further division...

Hockey isn’t just a sport, a game, a career. To me, hockey is life. When I’m on the ice, nothing else matters—I’m in my zone—always 10 plays ahead of the opponent, and always in control. Except for that night. That game. The first one she’d ever been to—Gracelyn Bolton. And I found her. Even while slammed against the wall, tangled up with the enemy’s ace goon—known only for his fighting, not his stats—I spotted her, only her, amongst a crowd of hundreds. And when I finally track her down, the list of reasons why things won’t work is long…throwing me completely off my game.

One lonely woman. One mysterious man. Not all secret admirers write poetry.

Dear Diary, How can I trust the wolf I love if he’s lying to me? Love, Kenna After searching all of Concordia, I finally find my outcast father. Seeking answers, he leaves me with more questions. What I do know, is that my magic makes me brutal and cruel. I start to wonder if I’m somehow connected to the people going missing in the area. All Corbin, my fated mate, wants to do is protect me. But really, I need protection from myself. When my identity is exposed, I suddenly have multiple suitors seeking my hand. Sounds old fashioned, but I did inherit an old gloomy Victorian vampire ...

Dear Diary, If staying in love were easy, anyone could do it. Luckily, I’m not just anyone. Love, Kenna Even as I adapt to the newfound peace in my magical life, I repeatedly feel the call of a howl, a hiss, something deep inside that threatens to pull me under. It’s almost like a song, a sound both beautiful and deadly to human ears. Maybe I just need to get away. Take my mind off things. When Corbin, my fated mate, and a few others from the pack escape the frigid north for a vacation to a tropical island, the pull is stronger than ever. I find myself in a daze and put myself in a ...

Nothing makes my cock stand at attention like my lil' Firecracker. She thinks she can hide behind that sharp tongue and those succulent pink lips, but it only makes her taste all the sweeter. I can't get enough...if only she could say the same.

She steals cars. He forges swords. Now they're locked up together while demons run loose. Can two misfits save the city...and each other? Every girl is a little bit bad. Lea isn’t good at covering it up with lip-gloss. She doesn’t say please and thank you or keep her hands off cars that don’t belong to her. She can’t escape trouble, not even when she’s sent to Riker’s Paranormal Penitentiary and Reform School. Torren’s brother says if he ditches his dorky reputation as a blacksmith’s apprentice, the girls will be chasing him. But his crush already thinks he’s cool. She’s...

She faces the royal prince in a death match, but things aren't what they seem and enemies must become allies—and maybe more. By night, Val hunts demons. By day, she conceals her fae wings and magic, spying on the king. Until she’s caught and forced into an arena fight to the death. But she won’t back down if only to spite the prince who she hates almost more than the king. Callen has had enough of the king’s glamoured world and the lie he’s been living. When he’s forced into a battle with the fiercest and most beautiful fae that he loves to hate, he can’t back out because he ...

In the summer of 1922, young Joe Wilson is a gardener at a wealthy family's estate. When the chauffeur falsely accuses Joe of a misdeed and attacks him, Joe injures the chauffeur in self-defense. Knowing the law will be after him, Joe skips town and heads to Detroit, Michigan where his cousin lives.

Ein Tyrannenkönig, der gestürzt werden muss – und das, während die Zeit gegen mich läuft und meine Schwestern irgendwo in der Dunkelheit verloren sind. Mein Name ist Kiki, und ich bin eine gescheiterte Dämonenjägerin. Für Menschen wie mich sollte es eine Zwölf-Schritte-Gruppe geben. Doch statt Erlösung finde ich ein Geheimnis – eines, das mich in ein fremdes Reich schleudert, weit weg von allem, was ich kenne. Kein New York. Keine Regeln. Nur Fragen … und Flügel auf meinem Rücken. Und dann ist da dieser Mann – Soren. Mit Augen wie Eis und einer Aura, die nach Ärger riecht.

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