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Love wasn’t part of the blueprint when high school sweethearts reunite in their small town. But this former military man never forgot the girl he left behind and he’s more determined than ever for a second chance to rebuild their relationship brick by brick and heart by heart. Getting locked in the men’s restroom during my mother’s funeral wasn’t exactly how I expected to run into my high school sweetheart. The one who got away. The one who broke my heart.

Cain was the biggest jerk I ever met when we were kids. Now he’s the biggest and meanest hockey player for the Inci Warriors. After years of avoiding him, he’s suddenly the guy who saves my life—literally. In the process of saving my life, he gets injured. Lucky for him and unlucky for me, I’m a physical therapist. My job now is to make sure Cain is healed and ready to play when the season starts…or else I’ll be the most hated person by a lot of passionate hockey fans. That’s when the real fun begins.

I didn’t know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god—completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man’s arm.

Welcome to life as a wedding planner for the rich and entitled of Manhattan. I’ve seen it all - from the nastiest bridezilla to the most overindulged billionaire. And Evan is the worst. Tall, dark, and handsome, he has a ridiculously ripped body under his formal suit and runs a massive hedgefund that’s actively making the world a worse place. I don’t even feel sorry for him when he walks away from the alter in a daze

Getting hitched to the guy who walked out on me in the middle of a hookup wasn’t on my bingo card, but here we are. Sawyer O’Malley is bad news. He told me so. But when you sneak off with a guy like Sawyer at your best friend’s wedding, bad feels kind of good. Until he ghosts you. I made a point to avoid him after that. But somehow I find myself in the middle of his viral social media screw-up. Do I care if he got himself into a pickle and needs a wife? No. I don’t do second chances. But my credit is shot and I need a place to crash until I get back on my feet.

Cora is scared to fly again after her husband died in a recent helicopter crash in Pago Pago. A thousand times she has told herself to turn around, not get on the flight, go back to her young children. But now, she’s seated in first class across the aisle from the girlfriend of a famous billionaire pharmaceutical entrepreneur. Halfway across the Pacific, the flight is hijacked. Six people are dead - including the pilots.

She refuses to date him. The daughter of the infamous Rake from the Wind Dragons MC, lawyer Natalie Ward knows all too well the problems that come with getting involved with a biker. That’s not for her—she’ll stick to suits over leather. And nothing will change her mind, especially not a sexy, built-like-a-Greek-god biker that rides for the Knights of Fury, another MC.

My Angel is the one who got away—the only person in the world I love. When she is caught in an unsanctioned bank robbery in my territory, only my reputation protects her. She should have stayed away. Instead, she charges back into my life like a shining beacon in my otherwise bleak existence. She has no place in my world where hardened criminals toy with the lives of the innocent.

Harper Burns was just abducted from her house by four big, bad shifters. When she finds out her father traded her for his life to a wolf king, she’s ready to escape. Even more confusing is the fact Sebastian tells her she must have his baby. The craziest part is she’s actually considering it. Clearly, she lost her mind on the car ride to the castle.

Lena’s plans are simple. Surprise her family for Christmas, don’t tell them she lost her job, and most importantly, spend the week relaxing with the people she cares about. But when she arrives in Juniper, she discovers she’s not the only unexpected guest this year. Her older brother’s best friend, Gavin, is back after disappearing three years ago without a word. He has the kind of charm Lena has always been drawn to. But she knows he’s also the kind of temptation she needs to stay far away from.

It was a typical PI gig: track down the client’s newly discovered half sister. For ex-cop Seth Decker, finding Cara Ward was the easy part. Walking away from the sexy schoolteacher is going to be a whole different story.

In an era where the line between faith and power is as thin as a sword’s edge, one man’s journey will define not only his fate but the destiny of a continent. From the bustling streets of Granada to the treacherous waters of the Mediterranean, Miguel’s quest to reach Rome and secure a papal pardon for the archbishop will take him to the farthest corners of the known world. Kidnapped by ruthless pirates, forced to fight in the scorching deserts of North Africa, and entangled in the schemes of kings, queens, cardinals, and corsairs, Miguel’s resolve is tested at every turn.

The Saviors. We're a myth in the criminal underworld. Our name runs fear through even the most hardened criminal. Don't let the name fool you. We aren't the good guys. We lie, steal, cheat, and kill. I keep my most trusted by my side, and we're unbreakable. Until my vendetta against my father brought me back to my hometown, Forest Grove. It will test our bond like never before when they set their sights on the girl my best friend, Cole, and I loved growing up.

It's been eight years since I've been stranded on this desert island. Eight long years of eating the same food, walking along the same beach, staring at the same trees all day long. But everything changes when a young, beautiful girl washes up on my shore. Her plane crashed in the ocean. She's stranded on the island now. This is my island and that means she belongs to me. I'll never be bored again. Not with those delicious curves and that pretty face. This desert island just got a whole lot more interesting. With her here, it just became a paradise.

I’m on the Omega 9 space station in the midst of a bungled prison transfer. Handcuffed to a scary, impossibly tall, satanic-looking convict. Holy hell. And I’m on the run with him because it turns out he’s breaking out of prison?

When sports agent Carter Crawford and supermodel Vale Martin meet, they have an instant connection and a really fun night together. Their relationship goes like this: She calls and says she’s in town. He tells her to stop by. They both know what that means. And it is amazing. Every time. She doesn’t want a commitment. So, he does something crazy and buys a ring. But instead of surprising Vale with a proposal, Carter sees her kissing another man and leaves without telling her.

Two years ago, Cannel Crow experienced the worst day of her life. She was taken from a supermarket, and forced to spend a year with a man that treated her worse than a neglected, chained up dog. One year later, she’s saved by a shadow organization that believes the law is a joke, and the only person you can count on is you. After another year, she finally realizes the law’s limitation firsthand when the man that bought her from human traffickers, and then forced her to comply to his every whim for a year, is given a plea bargain for names of others in the operation.

George thought he’d finally escaped Shawna by picking up an easy bartending gig in Bocas del Toro, Panama. With an extra 400 dollars per month to edit an online love column keeping him afloat, he spends his days swimming and drinking beers with his roommate PJ. Does the occasional female tourist ever sleep over? Sure. But that’s nothing compared to PJ’s scorecard. PJ should be registered with the center for disease control. Warm water, cold beers, and no Shawna - life couldn’t be better on the island. Until George takes a little road trip to Colombia.

Death had been chasing me my entire life. I survived the horrors of war, but it was the aftermath that truly destroyed me. People called me a recluse, but the only time I didn’t feel like I was suffocating was inside that house. For my daughter, I kept some semblance of normalcy by implementing a rigid routine. Once a week, I forced myself to walk to the diner at the end of the block—a ritual I despised but relied on as my last anchor to the real world.

When a debt is owed, sacrifices must be made.