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The Bratva rule Las Vegas. The Cosa Nostra rule New York City. What happens when they merge their families? A new King and Queen of the Mafia are born. Illayana Volkov and Arturo De Luca have a long road ahead, with enemies around every corner. They'll have to protect and trust in one another to survive. With a brutal betrayal and danger lurking in the shadows, who can they really trust?

I’m not the calm before the storm. I am the storm. And only she can tame my wild ways. Hockey is my religion. My body is my temple. My only goal in life is to win another Stanley Cup with the Los Angeles Whales, so women are just a sexy distraction. Until her. The fiery redhead I see across the bar while I’m at an away game. With one look, I know I have to meet her. With one touch, I need her beneath me.

They sent the president’s son to babysit me. How precious. Shepherd “Shep” Winchester III thinks he’s here to keep me in line—keep me quiet, keep me still, keep me safe. Good luck with that. I’m Theodore “Theo” Rinaldi, the youngest Prince of Monaco, and the most merciless of the Park Avenue Kings. And I don’t do obedient. Not for my royal family. Not for the crown. And definitely not for the suit King sent to shadow me.

Being half-human and half-fae had always made Fawn an outsider. Her only saving grace in the Human Kingdom was that she had no fae magic to fear. Until the day it manifested—fragile, flickering, but undeniably there. To humans, that made her dangerous, forcing her family to relocate to one of the four fae kingdoms. Then tragedy stole everything she loved, leaving her hollow. Survival meant numbness, until Dean, the fae king of the Garden Kingdom, claimed she was his fated mate. He shattered her walls and touched the parts of her she thought were dead.

I’m just your favorite devilish cam girl looking to showcase my assets to my loyal demons. I was encouraged to take on this new persona as a cam girl by one of my clients at my former place of employment, “Sins: In Sin City,” and here I am thriving. Sins is the biggest and most reputable sex club in Vegas, and, well, I just got fired yesterday. Not for anything I did, but because my father is the leader of the Russian Mafia. Now I’m stuck, needing to put my all into this cam girl gig if I want to survive living in Vegas.

There has been a prison break—and Wendy is right in the middle of it, being swarmed by violent inmates who haven’t had a woman in years. She’s going to be taken hostage. But by whom? Locked in a cell with two men who have no choice but to share their treasure, Wendy is surprised to find…she likes being caught, as long it’s Klay and Ruger doing the trapping. Good thing, too. Because they aren’t letting her go.

When the team’s plane gets grounded right before Christmas, the Falcons will stop at nothing to make it home for the holidays, including launching their own Planes, Trains, and Automobiles-style mission across the country to get back to their wives and kids.

When my sick father wanders into the off-limits palace where the widowed king of Messalina lives with his three children, I know we're in trouble. Locked away since the tragic death of his wife, the whispers of an ancient royal curse are more alive than ever.

Hunted by a stalker, I agree to place myself in the hands of my four protective, demanding bosses. As danger lurks, their possessiveness grows. Every sensual encounter is more intense and explosive than the last. I can’t stop my heart from wanting things I cannot have, like a future with all of them.

Welcome to Georgian England, circa 1800. Alastair Thorne is a cad and a rake. Even his mother told him so. Pity for her that he cannot bring himself to care, for he relishes his life of debauchery and licentiousness, and is content thinking of no-one but himself. Except Alastair may have just messed with the wrong fair maiden, and his life is about to be cut violently short. That is until he comes face to face with the enigmatic stranger who's been watching him from afar.

We thought we broke the curse. I married King Sebastian of Messalina. We're pregnant with twins. His children are happy and thriving in a way they never have. All is finally perfect and as it should be. But we were wrong. Darkness has returned and with it comes more heartbreak and danger than any of us are prepared for.

Making it as a fashion designer in New York City feels a lot like trying to fly to the moon with homemade wings. My Instagram is slowly gaining traction, but the grind is exhausting. So when my best friend asks me to be the maid of honor at her shotgun wedding in Malibu, I'm tempted to head back to L.A. for good. Especially since my unrequited crush is also on the guest list.

The end is near, I can feel it in my bones. Secrets are practically seeping from the seams of this fabricated society. Deceiving you with the pretty allure of all that is promised. Descending you into the inky black reality of this world’s past, present and future. If we can all survive, what kind of future awaits us. Forever servants to the tyrants that have ruled Salem for over three hundred years? What if the history books got it wrong, though? What if the past isn’t what it seems? What if it can help us rewrite the future? The casket is closing, we’re running out of time.

I thought I was attending a wedding. But what I didn’t realise was that it was mine. Lorenzo Ricci is cold, commanding and the last man I’d ever choose. I’m told I’m his now, bound by a vow I never agreed to. But he’ll learn quickly enough that I don’t break, and I certainly don’t bow. Not even for him.

Hockey players were never my type. At least, that’s what I thought—until I met Conor Nilsen. In truth, I didn’t know he was the goalie for the Chicago Falcons when he struck up a conversation the night of my bachelorette party. He proved he wasn’t just some hot guy looking to score when he helped me get my drunk bridesmaid safely back to our hotel. That’s when he discovered my 30-before-30 bucket list—a list I hadn’t managed to check a single item off. What was meant to be a night of stargazing turned into so much more.

When workaholic best man Carter arrives in Mistletoe Falls for his best friends’ Christmas wedding, a town-wide Santa Festival and a misplaced motel reservation leave him with one option—beg the woman he once rejected for a room at her bed-and-breakfast. Unfortunately, that woman also happens to be the bride’s sister…and the maid of honor.

As the youngest heir of the Hartmann fortune and the backup goalie for the Boston Rebels, the pro hockey team my family owns, I’ve spent my life being the peacemaker in my cutthroat family and the goalie that my teammates can depend on. I have only one weakness: my coach’s daughter, Evangeline Wilcott. Eva is a pairs figure skater, and my life-long best friend. I’ve always wanted more, but she friend zoned me back in high school and we’ve lived thousands of miles apart since.

A small town, slow-burn romance for fans of Elsie Silver and Laura Pavlov. Bailey Three years ago I moved to Amity. This was the place I was going to set my roots and live my life without the constant reminders of the pains of my past. That first night I fell into bed with a sexy stranger, only...

It was straight out of a rom-com—until two pink lines changed everything. Zander Shaw is country music’s hottest star. So, when he singled me out of a packed arena and had me pulled backstage, I should’ve known I wasn’t his forever. One signed NDA later, I was sneaking onto his tour bus, wrapped up in his world, and him. But it ended before it really started when he ghosted me. Then he shows up on my family’s ranch to film his new music video, a surprise to us both. Now I’m his appointed tour guide around the ranch, stuck sharing all my favorite places with the man who carelessly discarded me.

I've lived my life with rigid control. A tight vice on myself and my emotions. Scars from my past have left me broken. Riddled with guilt and anguish. When my baby sister was kidnapped, I feared the worst. That she'd suffered the same fate as our mother stirred up those feelings I've tried so desperately to bury and ignore. I never expected to find her. Drea Ortega. A five-foot, tattooed, killing machine who took my breath away from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She was my beacon of light in my dark, chaotic world. My heart. My soul. My everything.