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All I want is Branson Ford. I've been starry-eyed for my handsome boss since the day I started working for him at Empire Media. Problem is, he doesn't see me as anything more than his sweet assistant. I need help becoming a vixen. I need someone to teach me how to be sensual, how to be desired, and how to get the man I've pined over for the last two years. So, I enlist the help of my co-worker. My very sexy, very charming co-worker, Hunter Johnstone.

Penelope Carson loves to steal clients from Will Reaver. Yet something in her business nemesis's icy blue eyes makes Penelope nervous. It certainly doesn't help that the man is the living embodiment of a Norse god. Which she really should have remembered before she made a bet with him - because losing means becoming Will's personal submissive for a week. There's nothing Will would like more than to have Penelope kneeling before him, her fiery dark eyes inviting him in. Challenging him. But their bet takes Will and Penelope deeper than either of them have ever been.

When interior designer Eliza Ballas accompanies a friend to New York's premier BDSM club, she's taken aback by the sheer want that overruns her body - especially when a sexy Brit assumes Eliza is adept at dark, sensual arts. If she's going to play, she'll need an erotic education, and she knows just the man to teach her how to submit....

Carrick knows love is merely a shattered memory. Until Peyton stumbles into his arms and he steals a kiss. One taste isn't enough. One touch would never satiate him. And he does what he's become accustomed to, he indulges in her. A man hell bent on not falling in love, he pushes. But Peyton's not giving up. Can they have forever while Carrick is haunted by a ghost from his past?

I was raised knowing the difference between lust and love. I was warned to never fall for someone who simply set my body ablaze. As the daughter of a southern preacher, I held on to my virtue...sort of. A man always knew his place with me, but only one would someday hold my heart.

A timeless love story with bite. It was a night like any other for funeral home director Ginny Lynn, until the exceptionally handsome - and unfortunately deceased - young man on her embalming table sat up, opened his emerald eyes and changed the course of her life forever, making her feel quite fluttery while he was at it. Humans aren't supposed to know Jonas Cantrell, or any vampire, exists. It's kind of a major rule. Despite his instantaneous bond with perfectly peculiar Ginny, he has no choice but to erase her memories of their one and only meeting.

I broke all the rules. He knows my true self. Our relationship is far from a game. I've never felt this close to a man. James Riviera is everything I never knew I wanted. Powerful, sexy, alluring, and completely mine. Now he wants to make me his wife. I only have to say yes and I'll have forever, but forever isn't as lasting as people believe.

With her by my side, my reign is complete. Until one uncovered truth shines a light on the throne of lies I've been sitting on for years. A revelation with the power to test the bonds of brotherhood like never before. My ruthless obsession to protect what's mine burns hotter than ever. Promises I've made to my brothers I burn to keep. Vows made to my wife I swear to honor. Through the web of tangled loyalties, one thing remains clear. Hope is embedded in my soul.

Leaving his cozy cabin at Black Ridge in the middle of a winter storm isn't Lowe's idea of a good time, but he'll do whatever his alpha wants. With his twin for company, he battles the blizzard and his grouchy bear side, trying to keep his spirits up. When his brother brings up his bad habit of getting his heart broken, Lowe is sure things can't get any worse . . . and then a gunshot echoes around the valley and the smell of blood sends his instincts wild.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Mistletoe and holly and lights all aglow. It's my favorite time of year. Until my husband had to go and ruin it. Christmas is officially canceled at my house now that I've kidnapped my husband and locked him in the basement. And not even Santa can get me out of this mess. I know what you're thinking. That I'm crazy. But I swear I'm not. I'm going to let him free eventually. Or maybe with a little Christmas magic he'll fall in love with me again.

With the Veil finally open, I hoped that would be the end of the fight. But I was wrong. Jadis is still in town, people are still going missing, and things are getting worse. Choices will be made, lives will be lost, and friendships tested. Not all family is blood; not every family is the norm. What would you do to hold onto yours?

I traded my plaid skirt for a navy blazer, my religion for a red Solo cup, and finally my Bible for a bong, just to fit in. He helped me jeté from outcast to the "it girl". In becoming this new, improved version of myself, my truths became laced with lies. I thought he was my savior, but it turns out that he was really the devil in designer.

Up until two years ago, I was living large and my life's priorities were anchored to three things - my NBA stardom, money and celebrity. Until one night turned my world upside down and I suffered unspeakable loss. That event changed the man I was and made me a widowed single father. Now I'm a desperate parent trying to raise my special needs son and find him a trustworthy live-in nanny. Grad student Brooklyn Hayes may be the one, with her single-minded focus on caring for my son and finishing her Master's degree. She's the perfect fit for our needs. Maybe too perfect...

Shade is everything Lily doesn't want in a man. He's rude, obnoxious, and definitely not a cowboy. The tattooed enforcer for The Last Riders is a mystery Lily doesn't want to solve. He's too much for her to handle, especially with the nightmares from her past constantly threatening her sanity. Lily is everything Shade wants in a woman. She's sweet, kind, and submissive. When she discovers the truth about The Last Riders, it threatens to tear apart every relationship within the club.

Hard head. Bad attitude. Terrible boyfriend. That's what my exes have said about me - but I wasn't serious about any of them, so what do I care what rumors they spread? What I need is to be left alone; by the press, by the paparazzi, and by women. Too bad I'm about to be surrounded by them for the weekend. My obnoxious, matchmaking brother is getting married, and he's doing his damnedest to find me a wedding date.

I've sworn off men. All men. Famous last words, right? You're expecting some epic tale of reluctant love and my dramatic change of heart? Well, you're not going to get it. I'm stubborn. And headstrong. And I've just survived the worst three years of my life. After escaping an abusive boyfriend to live in hostels and cheap hotels while I worked my way across Europe, I've come to two conclusions. The first? Now that I'm back home, I'm going to squander my expensive culinary degree on a food truck that caters to the late night drunk crowd.

As president of The Last Riders, Viper's only fear was losing his wife. After all, he had almost lost her once before. As wife to the president, Winter lived in fear every day: fear that a club enemy would take Viper from her, fear that one of the club women would tempt him to stray, fear that she wasn't enough of a woman for him. One thing Winter didn't fear was risking everything to carry her husband's child, even her health, yet Viper refused to take the chance.

Imprisoned, awaiting execution, one hope is left; a woman brave enough to tame his beast - and strong enough to fight the demons inside both his head and his heart. Because he may have escaped the Hive...but they aren’t finished with him yet. Warlord Anghar survives hell as a captive of the evil Hive. Convinced he will never break free, he chooses death over dishonor. When the Coalition ReCon Team sent to kill him frees him instead, he begins the long, tortuous journey back to a true Atlan, a warrior proud of his beast, of his service.

I'm the lost princess of Howling Sky. Only a few days ago, I would have said that was crazy, that I'm just Sorissa. Now, I'm living crazy. Everybody wants to use me for their own gain in the Prime War. Except for Phantom Fangs, my werewolves. I left with vampires to save their lives. Maybe the vampires intend to kill me, but I'm not that fragile. I'll survive, and I'll keep my werewolves safe.

I'm cursed. At least when it comes to finding Mr. Right. I'm tired of men that only want one-night stands or blind dates that are nothing but awkward and uncomfortable. I'm tired of avoiding inappropriate text messages and the constant disappointment of always meeting Mr. Wrong. I'm shy and picky and cursed. Definitely cursed. So I've decided I'm going to have to try harder to avoid Ezra Baptiste. If I couldn't hack it in the kiddy pool of dating, I certainly can't swim in his deep end. He's too successful. Too intense. He's all man when I'm used to nothing but boys.