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I hide behind humor . . . Because that's what you do to deflect the traumas of your past—to make people believe you're something you're not. Completely fine. When in fact, you're broken—a shell of the man you want to be. Despite my past, I made something of myself. As the COO of my best friend's company, I aim to be the best at everything—business, life, in the bedroom. I earned myself an ego in all areas. Then she walked in. Paisley Drake—the temptation I can't resist. Spirited. Artistic. Seductive. I have to have a taste. But there's just one problem—one night with her would never be enough.

I’ve always held my own. I’m determined. I’m happy. I’m strong. But not right now - right now I’m weak, pathetic. I screwed up. I screwed up in a way I can’t fix. I destroyed someone. I stomped on a heart. I broke the one rule all women should live by. There’s no coming back from it. Yet, I can’t seem to find the strength to stop. Nicolai - that name, it ruins me.

The original sin was a cruel seduction meant to take what belonged to another. That's the game Michael Killian intends to play when he kidnaps my husband and demands my soul in exchange for his freedom. He wants me as his pawn between silken sheets. An object of revenge. There's just one thing he should remember. The snake was the devil's pawn too. And snakes bite.

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment. When I escaped by crashing my alien captor's bus, Gra'eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I'm his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way.

I’m not sure what I was thinking that day. It was a normal Thursday, nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning. I’d risen from bed, taken a shower and brushed my teeth. I’d then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my house and the county library where I worked. The ride took its usual 15 minutes before it left me standing fresh-faced in front of a building of gothic construction that was my favorite place in the world. After straightening my knee-length skirt, I pushed open the door that led into the interior of the library.

The first night the dark and dangerous Roman Masterson laid eyes on Elizabeth, the earth shifted beneath him, changing the trajectory of his life forever. The only thing that existed for him from that moment on was her, but nobody said a happily-ever-after was going to be easy, especially when one gunshot could change everything.

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can't stand me . . . and the feeling is mutual.

My name is Finn. I’m the broken one, the one everyone worries about, the one who’ll probably never have it all together. I’m the quiet one. My eyes don’t smile. My heart doesn’t love. I was hurt the most, and I’ll never recover. Those are their words. They aren’t mine. The truth is, nobody really knows who I am - not a damned soul - and they probably never will. I’m tired of people feeling sorry for me. I’m tired of living under the Knight command, keeping the reputation. Maybe, just maybe, I’d like to be something else - because screw the Knight name.

I lived a pretty ordinary life—a kid raised in my family's bar who went off to college to escape the small-town life. But when my grandfather died and I returned to take over the family business, I discovered a much more extraordinary world waiting for me. Vampires, werewolves, and fae are real. And they want my baby. My daughter is meant to fulfill some crazy prophecy related to the end of all magical creatures, but I'm having none of that. Now, since I can't get rid of them, the three Sexies who walked into my bar that fateful, stormy night, work for me.

Since moving to the small Texas town, I've gotten four speeding tickets and the sheriff is tired of giving me tickets—tired of dealing with me. To keep my license, I have to go in front of a grouchy old judge and convince him I've finally learned my lesson. Oof. I get the shock of my life when I discover the judge isn't grouchy or old and I'm pretty sure his heated stare isn't all anger at my lawlessness. I might be inexperienced with men, but I'm pretty sure there are sparks flying around the courtroom as he stares down at me.

I lived a pretty ordinary life—a kid raised in my family's bar who went off to college to escape the small-town life. But when my grandfather died and I returned to take over the family business, I discovered a much more extraordinary world waiting for me. Vampires, werewolves, and fae are real. And they want my baby. They say my daughter is meant to fulfill a prophesy related to the end of all magical creatures, but since saving them involves killing her, they're going to have to figure out another way. They're not getting my kid.

Alice Montgomery has spent her life hiding from the mercenaries hunting Wonderland royals. Still years away from claiming her birthright through a series of deadly challenges, she follows through on a risky plan to trick them into thinking she's dead. Unfortunately, it works a little too well, and now she's trapped, haunting an old clockmaker's cottage.

Every battle needs a battlefield, especially in the eternal struggle between good and evil. But the unfortunate souls who are sent here don’t bide their time meekly awaiting judgment—they fight for their souls. Victor Goodspeed is a businessman, taken at the back end of his prime. He wasn’t a bad man, but he was a businessman, which didn’t tip the scales of morality in his favor. Now, he must fight for his life—his afterlife—with God and his armies of angels on one side, and the temptations of Lucifer and his minions on the other.

From New York Times best seller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes the next standalone Vampire Mystery (with a splash of giggles and romance), The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant, Book 5.

I've lived most of my life as a recluse because leaving my house means being bombarded with visions of the possible futures that exist with every step I take. If that person crosses the road here, they live, but if they go to the traffic lights at the corner, they'll get hit by someone running the red.

The Goddess of Forgetfulness has spent 70,000 years wishing for a man to remember her for more than five seconds. But when her wish is finally granted, she's appalled. Távas is cocky, handsome, and seven feet of rude, muscled man. He can't possibly be her mate! But all signs are pointing to yes. Okay, at least a strong maybe. Is this some sort of cosmic dating error? She darn well hopes so. Determined to discover the truth, she agrees to one date. Just one! But the night is about to reveal that his real identity is crazier and more alluring than she ever imagined.

Colel, the Goddess of Bees, has been looking for Mr. Right for over 70,000 years. So when she meets the hunky owner of a small-town flower shop and explodes with flutters and tingles, she’s almost certain that he’s the one. Only two problems: her tiny black-and-yellow army suddenly won’t let her anywhere near him, and…is that a freaking epinephrine pen in the fridge? “Dear gods! He’s allergic to bees? Say it isn’t so".

Lyssa Cole brings an angsty, second chance romance to the Leave Me Breathless Collection...I fell in love with him when I was a child, watching from afar as he would catch butterfly after butterfly for me. As teens, our love grew stronger into one that lasts a lifetime. But one car accident left everything destroyed, my memories stolen from me, even the ones of him. Despite the difficulties, he waits for me to return. Patiently, he shows me our life, one memory at a time. He’s determined to make me fall in love with him all over again.

She called it a cruel seduction meant to take what belongs to another. I call it taking back what belongs to me. Because from the start she was mine. From the moment I saw her photo, she was mine. When her dark eyes narrowed on me, she was mine. Even before she gave herself to me, she was mine. And she always be mine.

They will protect me. They will break me. They will consume me. And when I'm left picking up the pieces, the power inside me will be unleashed.