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When Lucy Meyer stumbles upon a hidden record store in the heart of Brooklyn, the last thing she expects to find is a washed-up rockstar. Enter Jack Hunter, infamous for his wild behavior and long-gone talent. As Jack's PR team comes up with the idea to have him settle down and show the world his softer side, Lucy finds herself caught up in Jack’s journey to transform from a reckless rebel to a charming musician with a heart of gold. But as she gets to know him, she sees the glimmer of a kind and passionate musician buried under the tabloid headlines.

David is in love with Tulip, a kind and unusually quiet fairy in his social circle. But everyone knows Tulip doesn't date humans. David tells himself he is happy to be Tulip's friend, because he doesn't believe a fairy could love him and Tulip has never tried to "keep him" - as fairies refer to relationships with humans. Fairies are drawn to David, describing his great "shine", but David knows only too well how quickly fairies can forget humans, and thinks he's destined to be alone. He can't see his own brilliance or understand how desperately Tulip wants him.

All Officer Kit Marlow wanted was a cup of coffee and some downtime before his next night shift. Instead, he got a naked man in the elevator and an unaccounted-for dead girl in the morgue. He's going to need to deal with both before he can head for his bed. Or anyone else's. Although not much chance of that.

Who auditions for an adult film without realizing it? Me, apparently...Another spoiled child-actor, all grown up and out of control. I wish I could tell you you’re wrong, but the truth is, I’m a little bit of a mess. Okay, so maybe I'm a giant mess...After a year of rehab and community service, all I want is to work again. So when my agent sends me a new script, maybe I don’t read the fine print as carefully as I should. Which is how I end up auditioning for an adult film...And I wouldn’t do this movie-except for one thing: Gray Evans.

Michael's trying to start a new life away from his abusive father, but he's drifting and not sure what he wants. When he accidentally starts a kitchen fire, the hot new fireman who comes to the rescue is not only another bear shifter - he's Michael's mate. Michael desperately needs to get his act together and figure out what he wants if he has any hope of claiming the bear fated to be his.

Cloister Witte is a man with a dark past and a cute dog. He’s happy to talk about the dog all day, but after growing up in the shadow of a missing brother, a deadbeat dad, and a criminal stepfather, he’d rather leave the past back in Montana. These days, he’s a K-9 officer in the San Diego County Sheriff’s Department and pays a tithe to his ghosts by doing what no one was able to do for his brother - find the missing and bring them home.

I never had a place to belong. The only gay kid in my small town on the shores of the southern Mississippi River, I’ve spent my life hiding who I am. And the night I came out of the closet? Yeah, my dad kicked me out. But there’s not belonging, and then there’s being kidnapped off the planet and hanging out with extraterrestrials. Given that I’ve been caged by a bunch of big blue aliens, I guess “hanging out” is an overstatement, but at least they’re feeding me. We get to an entirely new planet, and these warriors have more in mind for me than I’m prepared to give.

Eight years ago, Adam Elliot made the biggest mistake of his life. Now that mistake is coming back to haunt him. His family’s beloved vineyard has gone into foreclosure, and the new owner is the sister of the only man he’s ever loved - the man he dumped under pressure from family and friends who thought the match was beneath him. When Freddy Wentworth, aka the bad boy of Bishop’s Glen, left town with a broken heart, he vowed never to return. But a recently widowed friend needs his help. He’s a rich and famous celebrity chef now, though, so everyone can just eff right off.

Vincent Marsden is a gay romance author with writer's block. After being forced to take a vacation by his best friend, Vincent arrives at his destination: a stunning cabin in the Smokey Mountains. Vincent starts to think there could be something to this whole vacation thing until he steps out onto the balcony and comes face-to-face with a sleeping bear.

What if you could make a change to history that would eliminate the Spanish Inquisition, American slavery, World War II, global warming, and an egomaniacal US president who thought he was smart enough to drop nuclear bombs here and there without negative consequences? What if that change also made the United States and five billion people poof from existence? Would you do it?

Leo Varma doesn’t need love. At 37, he’s satisfied with focusing on his career, friends, and casual hookups. Besides, getting into a real relationship would mean finally telling his conservative family that he’s gay and, possibly, losing them forever. He’s convinced himself that living in the shadows is good enough...until he meets Dylan. Dylan Drake-Matthews might be a catastrophe on two legs, but he loves life. After taking a part-time job at the club Leo frequents, the wide-eyed 19-year-old dives into the kink scene with both feet.

First summer home from college, I have to deal with the fallout of the bomb I dropped on my family the night before I left. First summer home from college, I have to face the realities of breaking my girlfriend's heart. First summer home from college, I meet the man of my dreams.... And I don't know if it's legal.

Jesse’s only priority in life is protecting the people he loves, so he’s determined to see Rowan Harbor’s wards rebuilt. There’s just one problem: they’re missing an ingredient that can’t be ordered online.

It isn't the fact he almost died last night that's thrown Night Shift officer Kit Marlow. He's used to that. It's the fact that instead of a werewolf trying to rip his throat out, it was his friend and colleague who tried to put him in the ground. Well, "friend". Now Marlow's been framed for a murder he didn't commit by a man who's committed more than his fair share. Half the cops in San Diego want to see Marlow behind bars for what he's supposedly done, and the other half want him dead before he can tell his side of the story.

He's my bodyguard. I'm the senator's daughter. We can't be together, but I'll risk it all to be with him. Cassian is my silent shadow. A cold, unfeeling giant. A man of few words who undresses me with his bedroom eyes. He's beautifully flawed with a past as mysterious as his scars. It wasn’t what I planned, but Cassian seized me - heart, body, and soul. He's my first. He's my everything. I fell for him. Then, I found out his secret. He's not my protector. He's my worst mistake.

Three years ago, I found her drunk on my doorstep, crying over a television show that betrayed her. A year later, we were best friends. She taught me how to laugh, and she set me up on double dates. Sure, I occasionally felt an attraction to her that went far deeper than friendship, but I could pretend it wasn't important. Now she's everything to me. My life has reshaped itself around her. I'm not allowed to want her for more than my best friend. But I do anyway. I want everything from her, and fighting my heart doesn't work anymore.

Fate has landed Tristan and Erik homeless during the harsh New York City winter. Along comes Ian, a writer by profession, who decides to try to help the two young adults out. Offering them a place to stay and finding them jobs until they can get back on their feet. However, fate has other plans in store for the young couple. Contains mature themes.

Hunter Westing is not who I’m supposed to end up with. The guy might look like a walking wet dream, but he’s got the intelligence of a doorknob and the emotional range of a toaster. Actually, that might be an insult to toasters - at least they’re not usually homophobic. If life were fair, I wouldn’t have to spend more than 20 minutes in Hunter’s company.

It took seven years until I was sure I was over my high school boyfriend, Luke - and just one night to realize how wrong I was. Not even one night, really. It was honestly more like five minutes of conversation at our high school reunion that made it clear I'd never gotten over him in the first place. And if the conversation by itself wasn't enough, the fact that I invited him back to my hotel room, dragged him into bed, and then had a panic attack in the middle of the, uh, festivities took care of any lingering doubts.

I got a fake ID because I was bored, not because I planned on meeting anyone. But from the moment I saw Nick - all tall, dark, and librarian-y, with hardcover books falling out of his messenger bag and eyes that made me forget how to breathe - I knew I needed to know him better. So maybe I told a little white lie about my birthday. And maybe I went into the city again, and again, just so I could run into him. And maybe, on that last morning, I kissed him, because I knew it was goodbye. Except, turns out, it wasn’t.