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Love wasn’t part of the blueprint when high school sweethearts reunite in their small town. But this former military man never forgot the girl he left behind and he’s more determined than ever for a second chance to rebuild their relationship brick by brick and heart by heart. Getting locked in the men’s restroom during my mother’s funeral wasn’t exactly how I expected to run into my high school sweetheart. The one who got away. The one who broke my heart.

My twin brother wants me out of the house bad enough to resort to blackmail, so I have no choice but to ride along to the beach for an old friend's wedding. Talk about getting out of a girl's comfort zone. And worse, his best friend West is coming with us. We haven’t seen each other in years, but it turns out my high school crush hasn’t gotten any less hot. Quite the opposite.

She refuses to date him. The daughter of the infamous Rake from the Wind Dragons MC, lawyer Natalie Ward knows all too well the problems that come with getting involved with a biker. That’s not for her—she’ll stick to suits over leather. And nothing will change her mind, especially not a sexy, built-like-a-Greek-god biker that rides for the Knights of Fury, another MC.

Micah the Unwilling, fae King of the Forgotten, can tame even the most violent of beasts. Forged on the battlefield, this iron-willed warrior considers his soldiers his family, and he will stop at nothing to reclaim their dispossessed land. Gearing for war with a sadistic enemy, he is disciplined and focused—until a feral beauty he encountered long ago wanders into his camp.

Single dad. Two words that force me out of bed every morning. Because two little girls depend on me. Because my family’s company depends on me. As CEO, I have to show up, lead, be present. As Dad, there’s no room for error, not when it comes to raising my girls. I’m no longer the same man, just a shell of a person I once was, going through the motions every day. Not seeing, barely breathing. Until Becky Summers, the new nanny.

One faithful day, Henry Tsien finds a briefcase and a ring within it. Within hours, his world has changed, as a helpful jinn introduces him to a hidden world. What can an old-school gamer given magic do in a world filled with age-old, hidden, supernatural creatures? The Hidden Wishes series is an urban fantasy take on the gamlit genre. It is much lighter in terms of "statistics" and its game system.

A winged satanic-looking male left his baby on my doorstep. Why he chose to leave his adorable infant on the porch of a total stranger, and the only human female on Salo for miles, I’ll never know. Babies are completely foreign to me. But I do my best to feed and care for her as if she were my own. Whispered footsteps and the faint brush of feathers from something muscular and possessive silently enters my home. And then one day I fully see him—the baby’s father. My breath catches in my throat as this devil—slash—angel wraps his white wings around me.

My sins made me chase her. Lies made me own her. And temptation makes me want to keep her. I didn't mean to fall in love. After all, I am the devil incarnate. The god of war. The swift hand of revenge. But how could I not? She's a forbidden angel too easily plucked down from heaven, And I will own all the parts of her. Her enemies are mine. Just as her heart is mine.

I've spent most of my time on this alien planet alone in the wrecked human ship. Now that I'm living with the other girls and the barbarian warriors at the Cliffs of Uruzai, I'm finding it hard to adjust. These Sea Sand guys are just so... alien. They're nothing compared to the beast that comes stalking out of the shadows of the cliffs one night. He has a snout, claws, and a massive spiked tail. He's more monster than a man, and even worse than that, he claims he has a human mate. When his dark eyes settle on me, I know with a sinking feeling exactly who it is he's been looking for.

She’s booked every weekend, and her name is quickly becoming well known in the area. So it comes as a shock when her booking agent slowly stops calling her. That is, until she runs into the musician who’s been stealing her gigs. She can’t deny he has a voice to die for and the body of a god, but neither helps the fact that his personality is pure poison. Their exchanges never fail to boil her blood, but it’s a game she starts to look forward to, and she’s determined not to back down first.

I’m not exactly bubbly and friendly. This is probably why my lonely job as a private investigator is perfect for my skill set. Usually, I’m very good at what I do. I get the job done and move on. But my latest assignment has thrown me for a loop. The satanic-looking Hyrrokin biologist I’ve been tracking has gotten under my skin. Sir Bane Ashmoor has become much more than a job. Through my telescopic lens, I can literally see my future unborn children in his deadly eyes.

The moment I saw Bethany Cole, I knew she was not only out of my league, but in a whole different world. Only I didn’t realize I’d met her before. An explosion stole part of my past, including the first time I’d seen her pretty face.

United with her newly discovered half sister, Constance Wilder finally has a family. She should be happy, but she’s not. Instead, she’s even lonelier, which is why a one-night stand with a sexy biker is just what she needs. A few hours of wild sex won’t just bring her pleasure—it will help her forget.

I’ve been engaged to the same annoying guy for four long years, and still, no wedding date in sight. Grr. I’m completely fed up with this sham, so I tell my “fiancé” I’m taking a job off planet, hoping this outrageous behavior will allow him to finally break off our ridiculous engagement. It doesn’t. So, I leave and become an organizing consultant to some scary alien.

That rich, scary devil outbid everyone at the virtual auction and got himself to the top of the list (pissing off a lot of other Hyrrokin) and, gulp, I’m his surrogate. And...now I’m carrying Bergelmir’s baby. But I have my head on straight about this. I’m doing this so my friend can be a father. Because that’s all we are - friends.

Rules are meant to be broken. Except for one: Women can't get enough peonies. Even the girl in front of me in line is admiring the peonies in my hand. While I need these particular flowers for my latest plot, I'll still give Meghan the biggest, thickest bouquet I can find. It's flattering how much she wants my peonies. And I don't mind personally delivering.

The taste of dark magic was still on Lochlan's tongue. It had been centuries since he'd used the addictive power, but when Zemila's life was on the line, what choice did he have? And now, she won't even return his calls. Little did he know, she had bigger problems. Zemila is an Earth Driver. She shouldn't be able to move manmade objects with her mind.

I have a secret. Twelve years ago I crushed on my teammate's little sister, before firmly putting her in the friend zone. Which then became the best friend zone. And my teammate became more of a brother. But now we have two problems. One. I just found out she's been crushing on me too, and my feelings have come hurtling back like a puck heading for the net. Two. She's my doctor and I'm her patient. So we have some hurdles to get through. And I need to convince Doctor Molly Marks that we're worth the fight. That love is enough. Because this isn't a game I plan on losing.

Ash Kelly. Who knew I’d be dating a dead boy? He might be wearing someone else’s skin, but it’ll always be Ash for me. Ash, the obsessive one, the one with the most to lose, the one I can’t trust. My biggest secret. Kellin Bohnes is always there for me, but he keeps a bulldozer-turned-tank in his warehouse. He has eyes everywhere, but mostly he has eyes for me. Also, he brought me a severed head as a present. His love for me is escalating.

Firebrook Castle is haunted. I never believe silly ghost stories…until I suddenly inherit the crumbling Firebrook estate. And now I’m a human bravely staying the night in an old ruin to prove that tales of ghostly Hyrrokin soldiers are just that…tall tales. And then I scream like a little girl when I discover a black-horned, satanic-looking male standing at the foot of my bed, who isn’t entirely corporeal. Each night this scary, shirtless apparition with an exquisite six-pack of abs hovers at my bedside. Is this “ghost” stalking me? And…why do I like it?