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Twenty-five hundred miles in a car. All I want is a respectful driver who'll be quiet and let me lick my wounds. Instead, a disarming flirt takes the wheel and propels my life into a tailspin. My father was supposed to be my road trip companion but abandoned me for his work. Once again. It should no longer hurt, but it does. To add insult to injury, with his shorts and flip-flops, mussed hair, and a blindingly perfect smile, my driver is... Annoyingly hot and far too friendly.

Beautifully, wonderfully, toe-curlingly complex. That's Killian O'Sullivan—running back for the New York Vulcans—complete with lucky green jockstrap and an appetite for trouble. A smart woman would steer well clear, but I've decided to head right for the pretty blue eyes of the storm. I find him one night half-naked in an alleyway (long story) short on pants but definitely not short on something else. Helping a stranger in need is one thing, but dating a Vulcan is quite another. He lives on a knife's edge. Me? I've got...complications (even longer story).

Bad is the new good. Unless you're the most hated man in New York. A bad-boy quarterback who can't perform is one thing, but Liam Sharpe's on a special kind of downward spiral. But it's not a spark when our eyes meet; it's a forest fire - all consuming, sucking the very breath from my lungs. And I'm crushing hard. I'm an up-and-coming popstar about to make the big time. We shouldn't be together. He's an old soul. I'm...well, nuts, but worlds collide when we come together. And between the sheets? Sweet, sinful skills, and stamina galore.

I’ve known my entire life that everyone in Hell wants me dead. They fear me. Not because I’m the Devil’s daughter—well, okay, that may be part of it—but because they think I’m a bad omen. My father was prophesied to have a son. Then I came along, and every resident in Hell believes I’m the beginning of their end. I’m the female version of my father. I’m ruthless because I have to be. I’m a killer, because it’s kill or be killed, and I sure as Hell don’t want to die.

All the pieces of the map are finally collected and assembled. Finley and her mates are hoping for a peaceful and eventful journey. Of course, that doesn't happen. Finley gets an unexpected surprise in the form of her mother and father, who are still alive. All they want is to follow the map and find the treasure, but that's hard to do when Finley's parents keep popping up at inopportune times. At least the angels are leaving them alone . . . right? Now comes one of the biggest decisions of their lives: to rule or not to rule. Do they take the crown or run?

They say every happily ever after needs a wedding. Heaven knows after the hell we’ve survived, we deserve the mother of all HEAs. All the pieces are in place. All the players, assembled. The wedding of the century is locked and loaded. Too bad nothing’s fair in love, rock, and wedding planning. Too bad sometimes epic happiness requires an epic fail. Guess we should have seen it coming. Did we expect anything less from An NSB Wedding?

Rosalind Palmer was blessed with the perfect stage name. Or so she's been told. There are just a few problems with it: 1) Her family doesn't know she's a stripper. 2) She'd like to keep it that way. 3) She got over the nickname somewhere around seventh grade. Unfortunately - because she likes her job and she really likes her independence - her unexpected pregnancy means Rosalind's days on a pole are numbered. Even so, she's determined to make this co-parenting thing work.

Going back home, to the Shifter Realm, is the last thing Obsidian wants to do. The only thing worse is talking about and confronting his past. Word spreads fast and it doesn't take long for Obsidian's past to walk right up to him. Breaker, Cain, and Jett, three of his biggest tormentors, are now in the highest position of power. Obsidian soon realizes that things haven't changed...they're worse. Finley and her mates arrive at a time when the residents are hiding and there are whispers that more is going on. 

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am tangle in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it's a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn't expect it to be at my job interview...which he's conducting.

I don't give a f--k. Not about money or fame, beauty or power. I've had all those things since birth, and trust me, they're a f--king snooze. I don't give a f--k about anyone, not even myself. Until my father proves evil can exist in the most holy of places. For the first time ever, something like interest stirs in my soul. He wants me to enroll at St. Augustine. Join the Elite. Court the virginal daughter of Archbishop Savoie. Prove that I'm worth the family name? I'll do it all. And I'll do it so well, no one will know what's coming.

Leave it to my little brother to come back home announcing he knocked up his fiancee and the wedding has been moved . . . to next month. When he tries to set me up with one of his football buddies, I tell him I'll be bringing my own plus-one. Only problem? I'm hopelessly single.

One of the cardinal rules of matchmaking I was positive I'd never break. That is until Nathan Wilder walked into Love Moore Matchmaking Agency, needing my help to find him the one. A tall order to ask since he was the most hated man in the NHL. Broody. Crude. Abrasive. The man was a six-foot-three walking red flag. Right off the bat, every fiber of my being told me he'd be trouble. He wasn't looking for love. It was all a PR stunt to clean up his image so he could keep playing for the Boston Guardians. But there was something in his sad, soulful eyes that just pulled me in.

Wasted, covered in glitter, and wearing the ugliest dress in existence. Also known as: me, the night I stumble into bed with a Fairfield. Cohen isn't my type. I mean, other than his legendary family genes, and a smirk that leaves me as breathless as it does enraged. One night. That's all I want. Then daylight comes, and all I want is to forget him. There's just one problem: that night was too incredible to black out. Actually, there are two problems. Now my sister wants me to be her surrogate. To carry her child. To be pregnant. But, as luck would have it . . . I already am.

My friends used to tell me, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Clearly, they lied because a few months later, I found out my one-night stand was pregnant. I couldn't handle a baby. I was Griffin Rockwell, the best wide receiver the league had ever seen. But what choice did I have? My baby girl was coming whether I was ready for her or not. Brooke turned out to be an amazing woman and mother. For seven years, we were the MVP's of co-parenting - and even better friends. That all changed when tragedy struck our makeshift family....

I'm a prisoner in the Unseelie world. The bars of my prison my portal to home. The Queen of Air and Darkness my judge, jury...and executioner. I must pay for my crimes, she tells me - for all my sins. And while I wait in this cold, dark Hell, my father has the real murderer, the Unseelie Prince, Absolon. Lucifer won't hurt him, even when Absolon laughs in his face. For my life hangs in the balance....

Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick. An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. My brother's ex best friend, and my new client. Four years ago, he took my innocence and left - without a word. Today, he's the star quarterback who needs an image makeover, And I'm his publicist, who doesn't quite believe him. Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand - making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor. Complications: I'm falling for him all over again.

She was my first love. She was my everything. We were college sweethearts, the All-American couple. Until the big time came calling. Misunderstandings and miscommunications lead to broken hearts and broken trust. But fate throws me a second chance when our paths cross again. Now Poppy has to decide if she's ready to take another try at forever with me, or if the past is better left behind us. I know this is my final down. My last opportunity to make it right, but Poppy's going to need a little more convincing. Throwing out a Hail Mary, I'll give it all I've got.   

Love is strange. It comes out of nowhere, and there's no logic to it. It's not methodical. It's not scientific. It's pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be dangerous because they fuel love...and hate. I'm now a reluctant connoisseur of both - an expert through immersion. I know them intimately. When I fell in love with Miranda, it was swift and blind. She was the person I'd elevated to mythical status in my head, in my dreams. Here's the thing about dreams: They're smoke.

For three years, ballet teacher Natalie Taggart has lived across the hall from grumpy, reclusive, sexy Greer Wilde. Save for a handful of hellos and the occasional heated glance, they never spoke to each other. Until the morning Greer lands on her doorstep, bleeding, beaten, and bullet-riddled. Greer doesn't need or want her help. He has only one goal: revenge. And nobody - not his brothers, and certainly not his too-hot-for-his-sanity next-door neighbor - is going to get in his way.

All Jesse Rogers wants is one night...One night to forget she's a cop. To let her hair down. To finally have some fun. The sexy stranger she meets in Vegas? Yeah, he delivers. Multiple times. With no regrets she walks away, never believing she will see him again until she gets an unexpected surprise. Finding out the father of her child is the irresistible bad-boy billionaire Joshua Hastings, the last thing Jesse wants is to play happy families.