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Twin sisters Marisa and Clare Stockton were sixteen when Clare’s body was found in Virginia’s James River. No arrests were made. Fourteen years later, Marisa’s friends and dedicated career as a photographer help her to cope with the open wound of the past. But Marisa still feels the hurt—and the unsolved murder isn’t the only thing haunting her. A recent car crash has erased ten days of Marisa’s memories—a black hole leading up to the accident that’s left her disoriented.

In 1866, with the country barely recovered from the Civil War, new war breaks out on the western frontier - a clash of cultures between a young, ambitious nation and the Native tribes who have lived on the land for centuries. Colonel Henry Carrington arrives in Wyoming’s Powder River Valley to lead the US Army in defending the opening of a new road for gold miners and settlers. Carrington intends to build a fort in the middle of critical hunting grounds, the home of the Lakota.  

For as long as I can remember, my mom and I have lived on the edge of ruin, so when she finally gets a decent job offer, she moves us cross-country to take it.

I should’ve taken her insurance information and driven off like any reasonable CEO with places to be would. She crashed into my car, for heaven’s sake. Because she had to sneeze. What did I do? I didn’t get in my car and drive away if that’s what you’re thinking. Nope. I stuck around. I could suggest I stayed because she needed help, but the truth? She was really, really hot.

Wyatt King isn’t looking for love...because he’s already found it. Too bad she’s off-limits. He’s not going to be the jerk who messes around with his best friend’s little sister, so he keeps his feelings bottled up and settles for acting as her protector instead. Andie Lockhart’s dreamed of kissing Wyatt for as long as she’s known what kissing is. But since he’s dated nearly every woman in town but her, she’s long since accepted he’ll never see her as anything more than his best friend’s tomboy little sister. 

She’s not just my ex-girlfriend. She’s my new coworker. I knew Lucy Dillard was "The One" the first time I met her. Yes, I’m enough of a sap to believe in love at first sight. When I fell for Lucy, I fell hard. Everything was great between us - until the moment she dumped me. Now I just want to forget about her. Instead, I’m stuck staring at her face all day. But I need this job, so I’ll find a way to be civil and professional. There’s just one small problem: I’m nowhere close to being over her.

My name is Medley Bell, and if you had told me this time last week that I was demon, then I’d have said you were nuttier than a squirrel turd. Of course, that was before I started seeing the strangest things. I’ve always been a little off, but it took stumbling into a backwater bar to understand how different I really am. So when two drool-worthy guys stop by to tell me that I’m Hell spawn just like them, I’m more relieved than shocked. I mean, it sure does explain a lot.

For as long as I can remember, my mom and I have lived on the edge of ruin, so when she finally gets a decent job offer, she moves us cross-country to take it. She manages to get me enrolled in a fancy prep academy, but this new town has a few things my old one didn’t.... Like secrets that could get a person killed, and four of the hottest, meanest guys I’ve ever met.

Four sexy wolves stand between me and my sworn enemy. I can join them at Werewolf Academy...or die. After my parents die in a fire, the Darken pack comes to town. The werewolves are here for one thing: Me. The Darken made a promise to keep me safe, and I need their protection more now than ever before. It turns out that my family has been keeping a secret from me my entire life: I'm a werewolf - a powerful one - and my life is in danger. The only place where I'll be safe is at Werewolf Academy, a boarding school for shifters like us.

Searching the battlefield after a major battle, Sgt. Eli finds a dead Union Army messenger. In the messenger's bag is a message saying the South had surrendered, the war was over. Along with the Union Messenger was a dead Union Captain carrying his discharge papers, and 8,000 dollars. Sgt. Eli decides now is a good time to seek other opportunities, away from the stink of war. While buying supplies from his friend the quartermaster, he is advised to go to St. Louis. Those opportunities may lie there and a crowd to get lost in.

Rich boys don't fraternize with the help. They don't care about the help. They don't protect the help. I should've remembered those lessons before I handed over my trust to four gorgeous, domineering boys. But I didn't. And now, I'm not the only one who's been hurt. Someone out there is toying with me and my family, and I don't know who to turn to or who to trust. I never wanted to play this game. But since the pieces are already on the board...I'm sure as f--k gonna play to win.

We know what we're up against now. Who we're up against. But if he holds all the cards, the truth hardly matters. The kings of Linwood want me to run. They want me far away from here, where I'll be safe. I won't go, though. I refuse to leave my mom behind, and the four boys who've each claimed a piece of my heart won't let me face this threat on my own. They swear they'll do whatever it takes to end this. To keep me safe. Since we won't back down, fighting is our only option. But I've played poker long enough to know that sometimes when you risk everything...you lose everything.

I learned so much about myself at Werewolf Academy last year - like the fact that I'm an ancient werewolf princess with a knack for lunar magic, and I have four sexy werewolf mates. All of that seems pretty perfect, so what could possibly go wrong? One hint: everything. I thought the werewolf who killed my parents was the only enemy I had to worry about, but it turns out I was wrong. I have other enemies who are getting closer by the day. Will I figure out who they are, or will they get to me first? Getting to me will mean getting past my mates, who are willing to fight and die for me.

I've always been her shelter in the storm. Hockey players. MMA fighters. Rock stars. The boys in blue. Even sexy SEALs have all offered to slay my dragon - or in my case, my stalker. Why can't they get it through their thick, stubborn heads that I can take care of myself? I'm no damsel! But...what if the real villain in this story is me? Now the one person I've never been able to resist has appointed himself as my protector.

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything - and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways. It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. No feelings. No past. No strings attached. But I broke the rules. 

What happens when make-believe feelings between these fake couples turn real? Listen to the entire best-selling Make-Believe series by Vivi Holt today. Billionaires, cowboys, Navy SEALs, ex-cops, and more fill the narration of these six sweet listens. Deliciously toe-curling kisses, adventure, and second chances await in this sweet romance collection. 

Josh Landry is one of the hottest bartenders in New Orleans. He’s shown many a female tourist that things are definitely big and easy down here. And he’s now been celibate for a year. Because he finally met her. Yes, her. The One. But, after nothing more than a hot good-night kiss and a promise to meet up again next year if they’re both still interested, she went home to Iowa. It’s been a long year. 

Nightmare Penitentiary is no joke. The worst of the worst in the paranormal world end up at NP, and I just got sentenced there. For others, this might be cause for freaking the hell out. But for me, it’s a f--king relief. You see, I’ve been sold off to the big bad asshole, Alpha Bowen - thanks Mom and Dad! But if they think I’m going to go quietly, or at all, they haven’t been paying attention to how I roll. 

Liv had her life all figured out until it was shattered by the loss of her husband. He left her a piece of him she hadn’t planned on. How can she pick up the pieces when she doesn’t know where to begin?  

My proper Southern belle mama might disagree, but I say I was born to be a rebel. From the second I got my hands on a pair of drumsticks, my future was sealed. I never fit in anyway, not with my rocker soul and curves that never take a day off. But what’s a drummer without a band? Oh, that’s right. A cocktail waitress. That is, until the chance of a lifetime falls into my lap - Unrequited needs a drummer, and I happen to have an "in" with the band.