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Amy Nicols (Lizzy Caplan) was an FBI agent with a dogged need to protect everyone—until that instinct caused her to mishandle a crisis, lose innocent lives, and lose her job. Now a civilian working in private security, that mistake still haunts her. One morning on the commuter train, she overhears a young couple plotting a murder. Ignoring warnings from her family and friends, Amy’s instinct to protect and serve compels her to investigate. But the further she goes, the more she finds her own life in danger.

#1 New York Times Bestseller A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK. NAMED A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR BY TIME, THE NEW YORKER, NPR, AP, THE ECONOMIST, SLATE, THE GLOBE AND MAIL, SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN, AND MORE! “Careless People is darkly funny and genuinely shocking...Not only does [Sarah Wynn-Williams]...

I'm anything but sweet, despite what people think, so when he tells me I'm too good for him and I'm better off without him, I don't listen. My life was simple before Grave stepped through that door, but who wants simple?

I’m an Earth Fae who doesn’t belong here. They can play their little mind games all they want, but I’m going to find a way back to my elemental world. Even if it kills me. Except Headmaster Zephyrus is one step ahead of my every move. Prince Kolstov won’t stop cornering me. And Shadow—the reason I’m in this damn mess to begin with—haunts my dreams. My affinity for the earth is dying and being replaced by something more sinister. Something powerful. Something deadly.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night.

The plan: Fix up my inherited bookstore and get out of town. The problem: The Grady brothers. And this positive pregnancy test. It figures. My car breaks down, and suddenly I'm tangled in the sheets with the local bad boy mechanic. Mason definitely should've been a one-time thing. Except he's drop-dead gorgeous—and has two brothers. Ethan, the oldest and grumpiest, growls like I already belong to him. And Owen, the quiet one, has hands that say stay awhile. Now these mechanics are all in my business. Fixing my car. Repairing my bookshop. Showing up shirtless like it's in their job description.

Discover the seductive 'stranger' is my brother's bestie… OMG. Get stuck in a cabin and claimed by three off-limits firemen? No way. After being robbed, I flew home with my pride in a carry-on and my faithful corgi stowed in cargo. So when the passenger next to me looked like People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive, I did what any heartbroken girl would do. I followed him into the tiny bathroom to forget my troubles at 30,000 feet.

Once upon a time, I fell for an Archangel’s trick. He bonded me to him for eternity. Then left me in Hell to survive alone. I’m no longer the woman I was before. I’m stronger. Faster. Harder. And lethal. It’s my turn to deliver justice where it’s due.

Do you have a successful line of product that you know people want to try but who may not be ready to commit or might be overwhelmed by the selection? Do you have an idea for a curated experience that you could provide to subscribers monthly but you don't know where to start? Step-by-step, Sarah...

I have three new bosses: My one-night stand. My first love. And a shameless flirt. Send help. After the city chewed me up and spit me out, I returned to Medford with nothing but a bruised ego. So when a smokeshow at the bar offered one night of distraction—with a capital D—I didn't even pretend to hesitate. But the next morning? Mr. Distraction—Samuel—is sitting in my job interview. Next to Kai? The 'boy' I left behind. Now he's all grown up and broody as hell. And a tattooed charmer, Adam, is sitting next to them, flirting like it's an Olympic sport.

Death courts Astasiya Davenport at every turn. Dark fates lurk in the shadows of the night. And a prophecy looms unbidden on the horizon. With her future in shambles, she leans on Issac Wakefield for his love and support. They crave just one more moment together, one more night, until a massacre destroys everything in their path. Will their relationship perish in the embers of destruction, or will love persevere? Kingdoms will fall. New powers will emerge. And a Seraphim will rise from the ashes of despair.

A passionate affair of sizzling heat. Forgotten and buried. Because what happens in Brazil stays in Brazil. That was the plan, anyway. Until Balthazar started to remember everything. Now he's forcing Leela to pay the ultimate price - by making her beg. Every hot touch ignites her soul. Every smoldering glance makes her thighs clench. And worse, there's no escaping him. They're on the run from a horde of warrior angels, protecting an innocent from a fate worse than death. The High Council of Seraph has issued an edict. Comply or die. Only the faithful will survive.

I'm an offering. A test. A pawn in an agreement I know little about. Fly to Andorra Sector. Allow them to experiment. Mate an X-Clan wolf alpha. Hope for the best. Those are my orders. My fate. My current existence. There's nowhere to run, and the moon is a clock I can't ignore. One of these alphas will claim me, assuming our genetics are a match. And if not, well, that's a fate worse than death.

Run, run, run! They're chasing me, even into my dreams. And when I awake, I see him. Striking blue eyes with a hint of the devil inside. He's my savior and my worst nightmare combined. Because he owns me. He found me. He saved me. But I don't want to be owned. I want to be free. Even if it kills me.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.

In just six years, ACT UP, New York, a broad and unlikely coalition of activists from all races, genders, sexualities, and backgrounds, changed the world. Armed with rancor, desperation, intelligence, and creativity, it took on the AIDS crisis with an indefatigable, ingenious, and multifaceted attack on the corporations, institutions, governments, and individuals who stood in the way of AIDS treatment for all. Let the Record Show is a revelatory exploration - and long-overdue reassessment - of the coalition’s inner workings, conflicts, achievements, and ultimate fracture.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night. So kissing? Yeah, that won’t happen again. Nope.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

"What are you wearing under this dress?" he asked, his mouth brushing hers, the words whisper-soft. Not what she expected him to say. "E-excuse me?" His teeth sank into her lower lip, making her yelp. "Focus." On what? The demon club? The humans dying downstairs? The fact that you're a f--king vampire? Where should I begin? He sighed, his forehead falling to hers. "Astasiya, we have very little time to sort this before the Conclave. I need you to work with me. Both our lives depend on it. What are you wearing?"

She'll never be safe. Not from the world. Not from the people who want to take her from me. I see the way they look at her. Like she's something they can steal. But she's not theirs to take. She's mine.