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My past is best kept hidden. Buried deep inside so I can keep up my disguise. My mask. My veil hiding my truth from the rest of the world. But as hard as I try to protect my new partner from the truth, he eventually breaks down my walls, forces himself into my heart, and drives us both crazy with need. Want. Desire.

David Woods can’t stand by with Jess in danger, especially since it’s his fault. After saving her life from the witch who’d captured her, David asks his best friend, the vampire king, to escort her home and protect her. He knows it’s what needs to be done to keep her safe. Too bad his heart doesn’t agree.

Two weeks ago, FBI agent Jess Bryant didn’t believe in angels, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, or witches, but she’s quickly learning that the world has secrets even her psychic abilities didn’t see coming. When she’s assigned a peculiar murder case, Jess winds up caught in the crosshairs. Staring death in the face, she doesn’t predict being saved by a half-angel, but she quickly finds herself falling. She better hope he has wings.

There are moments when you think life is going one way then a major curveball sends you in the complete opposite direction. That’s me, standing in the rain, wondering how things went so terribly wrong. What do I need? To hide at my brother’s house to lick my wounds. What do I get? My brother’s roommate, sexy-as-sin best friend, Carter Kennedy: the cute, adventurous boy who was my teenage crush and the inspiring, irresistible man who will never be mine.

Why am I even here in New York City? More importantly, I should be a chef, not a damn bartender. Here’s the thing: I can create the most decadent desserts from scratch, but mixing cocktails is a totally different story. So when she sauntered into the bar with her flowing red hair and asked for something strong with her heart-stopping smile, I served up my best. I didn't expect that one cocktail to make me question all my plans. Then she said it would be perfect paired with cheesecake. Now I need to make her mine over dessert...and so much more.

Pro rodeo bronc and bull rider Bodhi Ballantyne is always upping the stakes. This year he’s been hiding a secret, and when he and his cousins come home to Marietta, Montana, for the Copper Mountain Rodeo and learn their granddad is contemplating selling his legacy ranch, Bodhi challenges his cousins to a game to save their futures. To stay in the game, they’ll each need a bride by the end of the rodeo.   

Trinity was just trying to get to Temecula to see her cousin and start her new life. What she didn’t do was plan accordingly, and she ran out of gas in the middle of the desert on her way. When an insanely hot biker takes pity on her, or rather insists on helping her, her brain says no, but her body says yes.

This ballerina will dance just for me. I am my own man and I won’t end up like my brother - tamed and chained to one woman forever. But I like a good challenge. A challenge like her. Sara may embody the pure and innocent swan on stage, but this blue-eyed doll can’t hide the little nymph she really is. I've never seen a naked ballerina before, and I crave the lithe body of this one.

Maddie Russell is a mile past desperate. She’s newly fired, broke, and needs money to help her still-healing sister. Her plan is to beg for her job back - until she realizes millionaire Cole Mitchell, the man who was once the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, is the one responsible for taking everything her family owned. Now she has a new plan. One that’s sure to please them both…and quench the fire that still burns between them. In exchange for his help, she'll become his mistress. Cole doesn’t trust the Russell family, least of all Maddie.

Women hire me, pay me an absorbent amount of money, to teach them the art of...oral stimulation. I'm what people have referred to as a "professional blower." When I was in college, it was a great way to make money, needing the extra cash to get me through school. By the time I graduated, I saw the potential to earn more than my degree would ever be able to offer me. I had a good run...until my ex's new girlfriend hired me to teach her how to please him. Or so I thought.

When I come home to Lonesome, California, I'm expecting to inherit a house and a fresh start on my crappy life - not a hard-eyed cowboy. Angel Mendoza is more devil than saint. He's also richer than God, and a sexy asshole to boot. I have no business wanting to get close to him. He's got a few plans of his own, too - like getting into my bed and my body. Heart optional. Angel's need for total control in bed shocks and thrills me, but giving in and letting go isn't easy.

Following a fierce battle, Grau's life hangs in the balance. Velsa seeks healing and refuge in the land of Laionesse, only to learn that Grau's injuries may be beyond help - unless Velsa and her friends can beg a favor from the great necromancer Dormongara, who lives alone in a castle on a mountain and is notoriously unkind to visitors. Indeed, the steep price he demands will have unexpected consequences, bringing an old nemesis back into Velsa's life along with a notorious gang of bandits.

Velsa is Grau's wife and a free woman - thanks to a lie. And the High Sorcerer's Palace is no place for keeping a secret, with its bustling social life of parties and balls. The beautiful princess with coveted magic, the doll girl heiress, the Peacock General and the blood-sucking gentleman from another realm - are they friends or enemies? Velsa is torn between her old role as a concubine and her place in a strange new world.

Fransisco Castille, the exiled Duke of Linares, knows his duty. Even in modern times, the line must continue. So he'll marry and produce an heir. Yes, a wife will fit into his well-ordered life. Instead he ends up with the brilliant pianist Isabella. Strong. Spirited. And highly disobedient. She rebels against every custom and every rule, threatening his careful balance. Fransisco never backs away from a challenge. Isabella never bows down to anyone.

He didn’t know I was ten years younger. I didn’t know he was a Sinclair. He didn’t care that I was a Wright. I knew exactly what I wanted. Yet, I know none of this when I fall into his bed. Touching him is like finally waking after a long sleep and the thought of being without him is like driving a knife through my chest. But it's worse—he was almost engaged to my brother's wife—which makes him public enemy number one.

Flawed....That’s how I’d been my whole life.  Moving from one woman to the next. I even threw away my marriage for a rump with a student. Commitment is a difficult thing to stick to.  At this point, no one will have me.  It doesn’t stop me from wanting Sophie. She’s smart and gorgeous.  To top it off, she gives me the cold shoulder.  It makes me crave her even more.  

She wants the scoop on his scandal. But his shady past comes back and threatens their safety. Their careers, hearts and lives are on the line. Alissa Tuttle feeds on the thrill of uncovering celebrity secrets. When the spotlight lands on baseball bad boy Mick Tuttle, she's on it like a curveball. Little does she know, there's more to Mick than meets the eye and her world unravels.

I used to think life was perfect until a broken heart changed everything. Growing up and moving on, I now own the top event-planning company in the Midwest. Suddenly tragedy strikes and I learn the hard way, you can’t run from the past. Even if that past has a body built like a god, mesmerizing green eyes, and a panty-melting smile. Asher Stoll had me once and ruined it. I refuse to make the same mistake twice.

Going from uncle to father overnight meant me moving back to my hometown after two decades away. Now, I'm trying to pick up the pieces and do right by a little girl who just wants her mom. When my twentieth high school reunion rolls around, I come face-to-face with Emily, the ex whose heart I broke before she could break mine. Old feelings come rushing back, but I don't have time to grieve, let alone start a relationship.

Chase Sinclair should be my enemy. Wrights and Sinclairs don’t mix. Not with years of history and turmoil between our families. A rivalry that only seems to fester and corrode with time. Except I’m done denying what I want. We both are.