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Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint”, Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.

Did you ever hear the joke about the guy whose wife cheated on him with his best friend? So he quit his job, moved into his parents’ basement, and gained 50 pounds? No? Because that wasn’t a joke. It was my life. Four years later, I'm back with a dream job, a killer apartment, and a set of abs that are better than ever. So, when Maggie Light, a stunning, snarky blonde moves in next door, and we spend the hottest weekend of our lives together, I think this could be the greatest comeback story ever. That is until I realize Maggie has moved to town to do one thing - steal my job.

Amy Weaver is tired of her dad meddling in her love life. Fed up, she hires an actor to play the part of her fake cowboy fiance when she goes home for her grandpa's 90th birthday. Sure, Luke Jenkins has got looks, charm, and muscular legs, but this is business, pure and simple. Things are fine and dandy until she finds out he's a real cowboy, not an actor. Now, she's stuck between a rock and his chiseled jawline, falling faster than a sack of horseshoes. How the heck is Amy supposed to ignore the sparks between them and stick to her rule of not dating cowboys? All bets are off.

Ex-cop Maxwell Fear knows all too well what can happen to a witness of a violent crime—which is why he has no choice but to protect her. Sloane Robertson is no longer the woman he met at a dinner party, or the woman he kissed at the front door. She’s a client, a job, nothing more than a person who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong damn time.

The Marriage Auction 2 continues in this filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera. No way we’re going to spoil anything!

Hallie Palmer was over the moon when was invited to sign books at the Motorcycles, Mobsters, and Mayhem event in Texas. A weekend away, showing off her books and hanging out with readers, models, and other authors. Best weekend ever, right? Then her clunker of a car dies on the side of the road in rural Arkansas. With no phone signal, her weekend plans are looking bleak until, just like in one of her own books, a group of hot guys on Harleys show up to help.

Every night, when I close my eyes, I relive that moment. The heat, the smoke, and the cruel smile on her face. For the longest time, I believed them. All I wanted was to find a place to belong, to be needed. But who could ever need me, a prey shifter? How can a rabbit be useful, especially when I lack elemental magic?

Nothing's more romantic than matching with the same guy every time you reluctantly download a dating app. Hotter than ever—check. Off-limits—double check. Why does the universe hate me? Cole Kincaid is unfairly irresistible and the one guy I'll never have. My brother's best friend is all grown up, but he's not here to witness my messy girl era. He's Dad's new assistant coach for Heston U's hockey team. Match me once, we'll laugh it off and never talk about it again. Match me twice, well, this is awkward. Match me three-four-five times? My resolve is only so strong.

There’s no redemption for a man with his past. No future for a relationship built on stalking and kidnapping. At least, that’s what he believes. When he meets Daphne again, she’s not a piece of art. She’s a woman determined to paint a new path. For herself. For him. Except the ocean holds more than shadows. It holds danger that could ruin them both.

One night destroyed everything. Lindsey's heart. Karma's body. Her hopes for the future are shattered. His purpose in the Black Hoods MC is unclear. They thought they could weather any storm as long as they had each other. But some storms are too powerful. And some loves aren't as strong as they may seem.

Delilah believes animals can heal anyone. But she's never come up against someone like the hardened biker who rarely speaks. With Stone Face part of her inmate rehabilitation program, she's got her work cut out for her. Stone Face isn't there to be rehabilitated. Her program is the only way to get to the man that murdered his twin sister. The same man he has vowed to end. That hippie woman with all the animals is getting to him, though. Her curves. Her smell. The way her laugh reminds him of a time when he wasn't shattered on the inside. But he doesn't have time to fall in love.

For two thousand years the Vindictus, the council of demon witches, has let their grudge fester. They haven't forgotten the crimes of the Fangborn brothers or the witch the shifters stole from their coven. And now that she has returned to their dimension, they will stop at nothing to get their revenge. When Tori and Dragomir are captured, their powers bound, they must find another way to free themselves. But how can they defeat suffocating black magic or escape a tower surrounded by the flaming lake of fire?

My name is Betsy Sullivan, and I'm a hot mess. My parents have cut me off. No jobs interest me. I have no idea what I want for my future. Then there's my love life. Or lack thereof. So I do what every twenty-something does when she's lost-pack up my life and move to a small town in Tennessee.

I stole from the wrong people, and now they're keeping me as a slave until I work off my debt. I'd run away, but the danger that they'll find me is too great, and, worse, they might find my sister too. She shouldn't have to pay for my mistakes. When a hot stranger joins the MC keeping me hostage, he's full of kind words and smiles for me. I've never been the type of woman to need a man for anything, but he might be my only chance to escape this life alive. Only, I'm too much of a danger to him, and I won't risk the people I love paying for my mistakes.

There are no more goodnight kisses. No knocks on windows. No lengthy text messages. No late-night phone calls. And no game day balloons. There's just Connor. And Ava. Existing in a world filled with nothing but heartache. While searching the darkness for glimmers of hope. Because with hope, comes magic. And magic is forever.

Emilia Harrison. The woman I swore to protect. The one putting cracks in my walls and threatening to undo all my hard work keeping the ghosts of my past at bay. She was only meant to be a job. I never anticipated that everything would get so complicated, but there's no denying the effect she has on me. One kiss had me coming undone, feeling alive for the first time in years. I was finally ready to put the ghosts that haunt me to rest… Except, now she's missing.

I'm being coerced, Emilia's being chased, and none of us have the first clue how to take on an ancient elitist organization. But we've already taken down one psychopath, so how difficult can it be to take down a few more? I have Marie at my side, Hawk and Kai at my back, and we will do whatever is necessary to keep our Angel alive. Love is forged in the toughest of situations, and the King's Elite are about to find out how far I'll go to protect my family.

I have it all. I work my dream job doing animal-assisted therapy, I live with the four best friends in history, and I own an actual pair of Louboutins. I should be content. Right? Except, ever since an adorable toddler begged me to be her momma, I want more, and an insta-family is my only chance at motherhood. Unfortunately, her absurdly hot NFL star dad isn't quite as enthusiastic about me as she is. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was avoiding me. At least until his nanny leaves abruptly mid-season.

Rockstar Sam Shoop has retreated to his secluded cabin in Crane Cove for some privacy. Unfortunately for him, the residents haven't gotten the memo and want to set him up with every available person they know. A fake girlfriend sounds like the answer to all of his problems, until he drops the name of a very real person-Lacey Finch, local dance teacher.

This was not how my wedding was supposed to happen. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It's nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She's the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right.