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The first time I met Yulian Dimitriev, it was hate at first sight. He’s brash, chaotic, and a violence-junkie. In short, everything I disregard. As heirs to two notorious mafia organizations, we were shoved together in an unorthodox setting. The more I learn about Yulian, the deeper my loathing seeps. Until I truly see the person within, and something forbidden sparks between us. But our coexistence is cut short when tragedy strikes. Yulian and I go back to our respective, parallel worlds that shouldn’t cross. But they do.

Jamie Rose is an author and life coach mentored by legendary therapist Phil Stutz, the New York Times best-selling co-author of The Tools, and subject of the hit Netflix documentary, Stutz. Now, Rose brings a woman’s perspective to his work with Facing Madame X: The Tools for Women.

Aleksei Marinov is the Bratva’s most ruthless killer. Feared. Cold-blooded. Vicious. Now—for better or worse—my husband. I tried to put him behind bars. He put a ring on my finger instead. But it wasn’t a choice. I could either let my family suffer or sell myself to the one man I hate. This isn’t love. It’s revenge. And Aleksei will stop at nothing to break me.

Expensive schools and etiquette classes never prepared Shelby Duchane for Ryder Prescott. He taught her more about life in his hay field classroom beneath a blanket of stars than anyone. Under that Georgia sky, she pledged forever to the farm boy with soul-melting chocolate brown eyes, even though it meant forfeiting her large inheritance. She couldn't wait to clip coupons and buy clothes off the sales rack until death do they part.

Demi Blake never asked to be the daughter of Eros, god of love. She’d rather hide behind her black muumuu and bureaucratic rulebook than embrace her divine destiny. As director of the Bureau of Affectional Affairs, she’s made it her mission to regulate mortal relationships with ruthless precision—and zero tolerance for cinematic romance tropes.

The Heads of Cerberus – A vial of the Dust of Purgatory transports several people to the gateway dimension of Ulithia. From there they journey to the hell of Philadelphia in 2118.

At St. Alden’s College, Sandra Elwood lives by one golden rule—never fall for the boy next door, no matter how tempting he is. But when Collins Tiffin, her quiet and infuriatingly composed best friend, becomes the target of her teasing, the game between them turns into something dangerously real. Beneath Sandra’s mischief hides a heart that longs for more, while Collins’s calm mask begins to fracture under the weight of unspoken desire. Between debates in ivy-covered halls and stolen glances in candlelit libraries, their friendship teeters on the edge of something neither can name.

For two years, we were confidants, but my online friends always felt out of reach. My anxiety could never compete with my curiosity and I always pushed them away when they were determined to finally meet me and reveal the identities of Pack Pucked. It should have been easy, but life got in the way. Well, more like biology got in the way. Throwing a surprise heat into the mix sent me down a spiral of missed connections: Two strangers. Two missing numbers. One ruined phone. And one baby on board.

Evadne Seliora, a discarded princess from a fragile kingdom, is sent as a living offering to the ruthless Emperor Lucien of Caldor. Whispers say every beauty who entered his palace met a tragic end—but Evadne is not so easily broken. With wit as sharp as her tongue and an odd fondness for gardens and chickens, she survives court intrigue in the most unexpected ways.

I’m the last single LeBlanc brother—famous in New Orleans for being a successful CEO…and a total man-whore. Becoming a single dad wasn’t on my to-do list…until my one-night stand drops my newborn daughter on my doorstep. Suddenly, my world revolves around Charlotte: snuggling, changing diapers, preparing bottles. I’m running on little to no sleep and can barely focus.

I caught the attention of a monster. I didn’t ask for it. Didn’t even see it coming. But the moment I do, it’s too late. Killian Carson is a predator wrapped in sophisticated charm. He’s cold-blooded, manipulative, and savage. The worst part is that no one sees his devil side. I do. And that will cost me everything. I run, but the thing about monsters? They always chase.

I thought I had everything under control. A foolproof plan to keep the noxious Sawyer Pack from claiming me as their omega. But right when I'm about to make my bid for freedom, it all comes crashing down. Instead of escape, I'm dumped in the lap of the Volk Pack–incredibly powerful alphas who have taken control of the most infamous club in the city.

In this collection of sports romances, you will find Most Valuable Playboy, Most Likely to Score, A Wild Card Kiss, Plays Well With Others, The Good Guy Challenge and Two a Day. If you love a strong sexy football hero who falls hard for the woman of his dreams, this is the collection for you! It's got all your favorite tropes—fake romance, brother’s best friend, forbidden romance, workplace romance, runaway bride, the one that got away, age-gap, friends-to-lovers, lessons in dating and more!

The future looks bleak. The present feels hopeless. Yet, for two young African-American brothers from the slums of New York City, failure is not an option. Experience a once-in-a-lifetime, true story of how courage, desperation, and a love for Hip-Hop shaped music history. Author Kenny Parker is the renowned deejay for the groundbreaking Hip-Hop act Boogie Down Productions. He provides a first-hand account detailing how he and his older brother, the iconic rapper KRS-One, escaped crime, extreme poverty, brutal violence, and betrayal to carve out an unparalleled musical legacy.

My mom’s last gift came with two surprises: an unexpected inheritance from the father I never knew, and one unforgettable summer in Aspen Lake. Her only request? Complete the bucket list she left for me. Simple enough—until I saw that one item written in bold: HAVE A SUMMER FLING.

So . . . I signed up for something. Not a gym or Costco membership, which probably would have been wiser. Oh no, I signed up for a social experiment. You heard me right. I, Lanie Davenport, am going to be the subject of a scientific study. Do I know what this study is for? Not exactly. But I know it means I have to live with a stranger for twelve weeks and do a video diary once a week, answering the researchers’ questions.

After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore.

He’s a hockey player, she’s an intern. Well really, she’s the league’s commissioner’s daughter. But the way she looks at him is probably illegal in several states.

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation. But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral, trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it's all too much, too soon. I'm not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I'm scarred. I'm too broken, too ugly, too mean. Anything good in me was burned out a long time ago. No, she's better off without me. Now I just have to convince my wolf to let her go.

Three years ago, I fell truly, madly, deeply in love. It was kind of hard not to when Cash Denton, the sexiest man alive, literally ran into me on the streets of Bordeaux, France, and kissed me. Best. Meet. Cute. Ever. That led to the best two months of my life. Or . . . so I thought, until Cash disappeared into thin air. At first, I assumed he was in a coma or had amnesia after a tragic accident, since there’s no way he would have left me. But that was just wishful thinking because, you guessed it, he ghosted me with a capital G.