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Ever since I can remember, I've always played it safe. I didn't take chances. I'm the quintessential good girl of the Banks family. At least, I was until Linc Kincaid walked into my life. Now I'm doing things I never thought I'd do. Getting drunk. Singing at karaoke bars. Kissing hot-as-sin football players for the world to see. One minute, I'm a shy nurse whose biggest problem is that her ex-boyfriend is back in town. Next, I'm fake-dating the bad boy of the Nashville Fury. Because yeah… that happened.

At forty-six, Sophie Bianco’s life is half baked—trapped in a controlling marriage and estranged from her critical mother. Her only solace? The Invisible Baker, her secret business helping overwhelmed moms create Pinterest-worthy moments. When her mother’s death coincides with the last straw in her marriage, Sophie grabs her chance. Armed with divorce papers and her savings, she reclaims her childhood home. But freedom comes with complications: hoarder-level chaos, plumbing disasters, and an ex-husband plotting revenge.

I'm a witch. Not a powerful witch, mind, but as Grandma liked to say, it's all in the kindness, not the power. Grandma is gone now, but her dream of having a witch shop lives with me. So, when the opportunity to run my own shop presents itself, I move across the country to take it, no questions asked.

I was just a data analyst. I paid my taxes on time. I used to feed a cat that wasn’t my own and bake cookies for the office. I was a good girl. How was my reward finding myself penniless, broken down and stuck on the side of the road with everything I owned piled in the back, and all because I was being chased by the Mob? But then again, I must have had some luck left or he wouldn’t have stopped.

My mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. And where am I? Las Vegas. Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king. The judge, juror, and executioner. To others, I’m just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos. But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city, and it’ll have to be wrenched from my cold, dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else.

I yearn to punish her for being so damn irresistible. I ache to own her, so I never have to know life without her. But more than anything, I’m compelled to slaughter anyone who comes between us.

Childhood sweethearts Rhett and Lucinda seem to have the perfect marriage, the child they always wanted, and even the white picket fence. But fifteen years ago, the couple came very close to losing everything. When outsider Jennifer Moore arrived in their tight-knit Kentucky town, a brief but explosive affair between the newcomer and the soon-to-be-married Rhett stirred up a violent storm of betrayal that ended with a dead body and a mystery riddled with corruption and deception.

Writing down your dreams…that sounded pretty harmless right? Turned out, I was sort of good at it. Turned out, it made a good book. Because who knew you could make money from writing about the man of your dreams? Who knew it would pay to fantasize about a fictional character you had fallen in love with. But most of all, who knew that one day, a set of doors would open, and you would find out that he wasn't fictional at all...that he was real.

I’ve never sought a savior, especially not a billionaire. But when a charming, single dad returns to my small town, memories stir of our shared past and our future feels increasingly intertwined. As the town's new Doctor, Hudson Hamilton is hard to ignore. Not only is he now in charge of my moms medical needs, but he is also best friends with my boss.

Xander Buckley might be hotter than a stolen blow torch, and I get that he’s a former Navy SEAL and all, but the man gives new meaning to the words overbearing, overprotective, bossy alpha male. I can’t even post a photo on social media without him warning me it’s not safe or take a morning jog without him following behind. But he’s made it clear that what he says goes, and if I don’t like it, I can kiss my vacation goodbye. Instead, I end up kissing him.

For as long as I can remember, my mom and I have lived on the edge of ruin, so when she finally gets a decent job offer, she moves us cross-country to take it.

Twin sisters Marisa and Clare Stockton were sixteen when Clare’s body was found in Virginia’s James River. No arrests were made. Fourteen years later, Marisa’s friends and dedicated career as a photographer help her to cope with the open wound of the past. But Marisa still feels the hurt—and the unsolved murder isn’t the only thing haunting her. A recent car crash has erased ten days of Marisa’s memories—a black hole leading up to the accident that’s left her disoriented.

What do you do when running is no longer an option? When the man hunting you not only found you… But now wanted to make you his prisoner? And worse yet, why did that new title make me squirm and want to give myself to him? My Demon captor. Ryker's world was so much more complicated than I ever imagined, and discovering my place in it, even more so.

Working the land and raising my boys as a single mom is the only life I’ve ever known. But between managing a struggling farm in small town Whispers and nurturing a growing side hustle, I dream of a life beyond poverty, a chance to turn our hopes into reality. I’m done living on handouts. Then Sawyer shows up on my doorstep, the new local lawyer. A billionaire from the city, polished and privileged, he’s clueless about small-town struggles. He says he wants to help, but I’m not some damsel in distress. He’s polished perfection, and I’m pure chaos. Total opposites.

The age-old story of hating my job was nothing new. Many lived it. Many had experienced it. So going into work that day just felt like any other dreaded day at the office. That was until there was him. A thief who stole more than gold that night. A thief who stole my heart. But I was about to learn how risky that truly was. Because Ryker Wyeth wasn't just any thief. He was a dangerous one. And now, after the chaos he unknowingly released upon my life that night, I was left with only one option… To run. To run from my crimes. To run from the lasting memory of his kiss.

I tried to hide from the truth and that didn’t work. I tried to run from him and that definitely didn’t work. What was next for me but to try and work off my punishment? One that ended with me sacrificing my own heart the second his Lost Siren finally walked into his life; the one I found for him. I took this as my cue to leave. My cue to run and never look back. That had been the plan and he made a promise to let me go. A promise he quickly broke.

Four sexy wolves stand between me and my sworn enemy. I can join them at Werewolf Academy...or die. After my parents die in a fire, the Darken pack comes to town. The werewolves are here for one thing: Me. The Darken made a promise to keep me safe, and I need their protection more now than ever before. It turns out that my family has been keeping a secret from me my entire life: I'm a werewolf - a powerful one - and my life is in danger. The only place where I'll be safe is at Werewolf Academy, a boarding school for shifters like us.

When Deputy Attorney General Eleanor Vance dies in an apparent suicide, DOJ prosecutor Alex Hayes is left holding fragments of a conspiracy—evidence of a covert network placing corrupt judges on the federal bench. Vance had hinted at a link to Alex’s own mother, then vanished before revealing the truth.

Abby and Tex both show up at the auction, and they both want that land. The sparks between them are as hot as they were twenty years ago, but Tex tells himself it's because the uppity town librarian outbid him and bought his family ranch. So he devises another plan to get the ranch back—and it includes taking his gorgeous former girlfriend to dinner a time or two. Can Tex and Abby build a real, lasting relationship now that they're both back in Coral Canyon for good? Or will Tex's plan to get his family ranch back end up breaking both of their hearts?

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything - and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways. It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. No feelings. No past. No strings attached. But I broke the rules.