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I didn't plan on hooking up with my new brother-in-law's best friend… or marrying him. Life hasn't been easy, and it's left me a little bruised and a lot cautious. So when I wake up in Vegas married to Maddox, I'm convinced it's a mistake. A drunken accident that we should undo before anyone finds out. But he doesn't see it that way. He asks for six months. Six months to show me we could be something real. And I don't know why I say yes, except maybe a part of me wants to believe him.

She ran from the mafia prince. But he won’t stop until she’s his wife. I’m Luca De Vos. Heir to one of the most powerful mafia empires in the Netherlands. Notorious mobster with a wicked taste for girls. But there’s only one woman I truly wanted. Jill Baas, mafia princess and the only woman who doesn’t want me. She did the unforgivable and then ran away. Now I’ll marry her sister. Until Jill storms right back into my arms on our wedding day… Begging me to marry her instead. It’s a dream come true for a depraved s*nner like me. Jill Baas—the runaway bride—mine to mark, own, taint.

Could you handle 10 MEN? I'm about to move in with the McGregor brothers; ten of the most gorgeous men in the Northern Hemisphere. Ten! Yeah, I said ten. They're the sons of my mom's boyfriend who is the owner of the largest property development company in the state. I google them. Of course, I do. And I drool on my computer. I'm not ashamed to admit it. If you saw them, you would too. But then I pull myself together. They're going to be my stepbrothers so lusting after their chiseled abs and sexy faces is just flat out wrong. But I can't help myself when I meet them.

After making a deal with the King of Tronovia, Shaye attends the School of Magic to master her power and learn more hand-to-hand combat. With unlimited access to Calmara, the biggest library in the known world, she seeks answers to all of her burning questions. Why does she have magic reserved only for the Celestials? Is she the true Heir to the Midorian Throne? Is Bastian, her childhood friend and fiancé, the monster everyone believes him to be?

Nestled on the shore of the Atlantic sits Cape Hill, a small hamlet where beauty hides perversion and wealth corrupts all. And the Hale family controls every move. It’s here that Marist Northcott makes a deal with the devil to save her family, but when she sells her hand in marriage to the seductive Royce Hale, she becomes a pawn in the twisted game his family plays.

When Izidora awakens to find six months have passed, her sole focus turns to revenge against Kazimir. Driven by a burning desire for retribution, she plunges into the depths of her magic, discovering that where light once existed, darkness now reigns. This new, intoxicating power draws her in as she and Ruslan immerse themselves in her training. With Ruslan’s encouragement to embrace her darkness, Izidora sheds the remnants of her identity as a victim who was chained in a cave and steps into being the insidious bloom ready to dig her sharp thorns into the Night Fae.

I killed my father and started a mafia war. The marriage I’ve been running from may now be my only salvation. The problem is, I can no longer say I don’t want Giovanni Guerra. And wanting a man like him could prove far more dangerous than my traitorous family. All is fair in love and war, and vengeance…vengeance will be mine.

When I was little, I was obsessed with fairytales. My dad told me the stories of the stars and white knights who rescue princesses. I’d wear a silver plastic crown and stare at the sky, waiting for the day my knight in shining armor would come. Then my dad died, my crown broke, and my mom shipped my sister and me off to boarding school. And then I met them. My knights. Only they’re nothing like the fairytales I grew up on. They’re wrapped in sin and shrouded in darkness. Bossy, protective, alphaholes. And heirs to the Italian mafia.

I never thought I would see her again… yet here she was at my game, sitting with another man. It was like a slap shot to the heart. Until Willow, the only thing I cared about was playing professional hockey. After our wild and passionate night, I knew she was different, and one night would never be enough. But she walked away, leaving me with an unfilled void. I couldn't stop thinking about her and what we shared. Little did I know she was keeping a big secret. One involving two pink lines.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape him. No one can keep me safe. Every year on my birthday, he brings me a gift, each one having a detrimental effect on my life with unimaginable consequences. With every gift he offers, he claims another one of my firsts. Before I know it, he’s taken control of my existence, turning me into a nervous wreck, because when I turn 18, I know what first he’ll come for next.

Avery has had enough. Two years into the rehabilitation of the historic Taylor Building—a project plagued by delays and cost overruns—she’d like nothing more than to see the back of the site trailer, and pesky Project Manager Kent Armstrong. Avery is a no-frills team player who knows her way around a mortar shack and is determined to chip her way through the patriarchal barriers of heritage stone masonry. Kent is a buttoned-up budget boy with a stony facade. Impossible to please, he’s a cost, scope, and schedule junkie who thinks he knows best and never seems to listen to his expert mason.

The first day that she walked onto the surgical floor that Chevy Clayborne spent most of his time on, he knew that he’d do anything to make her his. For two years, he played the long game. He slowly insinuated himself into her life, and the moment that she needed him, he swooped in like the knight in shining armor that he only pretended to be but most assuredly wasn’t. He’s no real knight. In fact, he’s the villain in everyone’s story but his own.

The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to get the hell out of Little Hope. Its small-town traditionalism is stifling, and there’s no way for ‘trailer trash’ like me to get ahead. But a few years ago, my fate was sealed, locking me in this place forever. The only shiny thing in town is Justin Attleborough, who’s put me at the top of his ‘hate-list’ for reasons that are beyond me, along with half the town. The more forbidden the fruit is, the sweeter it seems.

It was supposed to go like this: meet-cute at the dog park, have a hot and sexy hookup, and never see each other again. Things didn’t go quite like I was hoping. I met the fine Irishman in the park, but the rest of my plan was upended by an extremely inconvenient break-in. My record label isn’t thrilled that the lead singer of their biggest new band might have a crazed fan or angry ex out for revenge, so they hire a bodyguard to protect me. That sexy Irishman from the dog park? His name is Ronan Walsh, and he’s now my big, bossy bodyguard.

A deal sealed with a handshake promised she’d be mine. A broken vow ripped her from my future. I made unspeakable sacrifices to claim what rightfully belongs to me. After all the blood I shed in her name, the bond that ties us is hatred. The war cost us both dearly, but the price we paid won’t be in vain. I’ll never let her go.

They’re bottom-feeding criminals pretending to be the model of the American dream. They suck the City dry to serve themselves and the elite class that licks their boots day in and day out. They murdered my parents out of sheer, unbridled greed.

There comes a time in your life when you’re faced with a choice—one that has the potential to alter the course of your life. That day, I answered my mother’s phone call, and everything changed. The path I chose was a turnpike masquerading as a meadow, and the tolls I paid have been grave. So I made a promise to myself that I will have my vengeance. With my Irish gods at my side, I will wreak havoc on everyone who had a hand in the destruction of the girl I used to be. I was remade in the cabin in the woods. I was forged in the warehouse fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.

No one expects an orphaned servant girl like me to amount to anything, least of all me. But on my first shift, I’m fiercer than even the toughest wolves in the pack. I capture the attention of the royal brothers, who invite me to join training camp with them—except it’s strictly no girls allowed. So I pretend to be one of them and tell them I’m a lost ‘prince’, because females are meant to be submissive and fighter wolves like me are unheard of. Not this she-wolf.

All I've known is rejection—from my family and the alpha who should've been my fated mate. My mom hates me, and my dads took off when I was seven for another woman. And my so-called "fated mate," Tyler? Yeah, he rejected me years ago. So here I am—a packless omega, juggling my babysitting business and dodging our creepy pack leader, Henry, who just loves adding omegas to his little harem collection. But Henry's at my door with an invitation to his exclusive party, and I'm not exactly thrilled. Fine, I'll go. I plan on making a quick exit at the party, but then... I see him, Tyler.

After my parents passed away, I learned nothing is forever. Not the fame my band is gaining or the girl I might be falling for despite our no-strings relationship. With so many changes in a short amount of time, I find myself spiraling further and further with no end in sight. Except maybe rock bottom. Then the unthinkable happens. Kira gets pregnant, and if I don't get my life together, I'll lose way more than I ever bargained for.