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Everything in my life is rigidly planned, nothing ever takes me by surprise, until her. Wren Jacobs. I swear the woman was put on earth to drive me insane. She's too young, too beautiful, my daughter's best friend, and one of my best friend’s daughters. In other words, completely off limits. And for one weekend she's the art curator assigned to help me pick up my newest painting.

Starting over at thirty in a new city isn't easy—especially when your brother is an NHL player, your bank account is barely hanging on, and you end your first night in town with the hottest one-night stand of your life. I never planned on seeing Gabe again, let alone becoming the live-in nanny to his newborn daughter. But fate has a twisted sense of humor.

Former GRS operator and Navy SEAL Garrett Davis is the walking, talking definition of regret. His guilt weighs heavy. The pain and misery he carries cripples him. When a tragic accident takes him back to his hometown, he’s not prepared to face the woman he left behind. The woman who should’ve been his—was his, until he broke her heart.

Ford Hall is gorgeous so you can’t blame me when I do something bad and convince him to kiss me on New Year's Eve. Or when I do it again in the daylight. He may be completely off limits but I’m going to make him my lover.

Welcome to the Mythical town of Murias–a quaint little town in Cascadia, where fairy-tale creatures quietly live among humans. When a series of unsolved and bizarre murders occurs, it threatens to expose the Mythicals in town. And the timing couldn’t be worse: Murias’ Hunter's Moon Festival–Cascadia’s largest Mythical event–is less than a week away.

I lived my life surrounded by luxuries, love, and attention. While at the mercy of lies, death, and deceit. I was tired of being just a pretty face. The woman who always had to prove her worth. When tragedy tears yet another gash in my heart, he was there to help mend my grief. But there was a mystery hidden behind those alluring diamond eyes. A whisper of ghosts and trauma from his past. Red flags I knew I shouldn’t ignore. Yet I couldn’t help the feelings blossoming within me or the fire that scorched my skin under his touch.

Gabe Harris was the walking, talking personification of a hero. And a hero was what I needed. My life went from boring to hair-raising with a stroke of a key. I knew better than to poke around on the dark web. But when my friend Kalee Solberg came home months after she’d been presumed dead, I couldn’t stop myself from looking into who was behind her capture.

I'm not your typical meteorologist. Sure, I might look extroverted on television, but inside, I'm an anxious thirty-something woman who'd love to be anywhere except a public setting. My love for the weather runs deep from when I was a kid in Indiana, so when I'm finally working as the chief meteorologist for a station in Denver, I'm happy. Well, mostly. Enter Jacob Mitchell.

My world was crumbling down around me right in front of my eyes. Reid hurt me. Logan broke me. Zavier almost got me killed. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. With no one to protect me, I had to rely on myself. Beckett was my only trusted friend, and she reminded me that I was strong. Until that one night, I let loose and almost lost what was left of me. And the last person I thought I'd see again walked through the door like he'd never left.

Grant Carter knows that fact intimately. The shrapnel sitting on his spine from an IED is a daily reminder. But the constant pain won’t stop him from working at the Resting Warrior Ranch, training service and emotional support animals to help people with PTSD—something else he’s intimately familiar with.

Carmela: Someone is trying to kill me. For weeks, I’ve been receiving letters at my club with the same warning: they’re coming for me. And they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. When my ex—a high-profile senator—says he’s flying in an experienced detective to handle the case, the last thing I expect is a cocky, condescending jerk who I can’t seem to take my eyes off of. Anderson Brooks is the worst person for the job, and now we have to work together to attempt to lure the murderer out, by putting on a show at my exclusive club.

After I suddenly lose my husband, Patrick, in a senseless shooting, I’m lost in a sea of well-meaning people trying to make the unimaginable seem possible. When a friend of my sister’s connects me to the Wild Widows, I find a group of fellow travelers who understand my new reality in a way no one else in my life ever could. The Wild Widows have one requirement for membership to their group: I must be open to the possibility of a "Chapter Two", which is what they call a second chance at love.

Maya Harper shouldn’t be alive. All of her co-workers are dead, yet somehow, she survived. But now she knows something. Something important. Something that someone will kill to keep secret.

While hiking in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, FBI Special Agent Kendra Dean and her K9 partner, Baxter, stumble upon a dead body stashed in the woods. The discovery changes both of their lives forever. Special Agent Rick Sanchez hunts a serial murderer who is targeting women on a multi-state killing spree. Kendra Dean, an agent Rick met on a joint mission six months ago, has found the most recent victim. Rick and Kendra once shared a tempting chemistry but time and miles made their spark a distant memory.

Someone should tell Tate Brewer that one-night stands aren’t supposed to come with a sequel. I’ve learned the hard way—don’t be reckless with anything, least of all my heart. But after one too many vodka sodas, saying yes to a much younger, devastatingly smooth stranger for one wild night seems like the perfect way to forget my brutal divorce. I even gave him a fake name. What could go wrong? You’d be surprised. Because instead of being my spicy little secret, Tate is now the chief marketing officer at my new job.

Everly Fairhope is desperate. When threats against her mother’s life escalate, there’s only one man she can turn to. But he’s as likely to slam the door in her face as he is to help her. Special Ops soldier Jax “Gem” Stone didn’t think he’d see Everly again after the abrupt way she walked out of his life and got engaged to someone else. So when she turns up at his front door, begging for help, the answer is no.

It’s the 1990s, and nothing ever happens in my small town in Texas. But then I met him, and I turned into his obsession. Hayden Drago is dangerously handsome, monstrous, and…a vampire. He’s a monster I only thought existed in fictional books or movies. I was never supposed to meet him. I’m a working college student, and one night our paths collided, and my life changed forever. I thought I knew the world I lived in, but that quickly dissolved after I got taken by him. He’s never letting me go, and I’m afraid I don’t want him to.

Former Navy SEAL Kevin Monroe could spot a liar from a mile away. A well-trained government liar? They were even easier. And the woman sitting across from him in the White House briefing room spinning a tale of corruption, treason, and staged murder was a drop-dead, smokin’-hot professional liar with arresting eyes. The instant and undeniable attraction made her far more dangerous than the lies she told. Falling in love with Layla was out of the question. Yet, he’d give up everything to protect her—even from his teammates.

Sophie has come back home to try and come to grips with her new reality: She’s a Fae, not human, and her memories have been stolen. Oh, and she’s a shard–a fractured piece of...someone. All Sophie knows is that the "someone" she used to be angered the Fae queen, who then split her into five separate beings and scattered them on earth. But why? And why take their memories?

Gannon Brewer is the epitome of my type. He’s at least ten years older than me, emotionally unavailable, and highly disagreeable—a walking red flag in a tailored suit. But do I listen to that? No. In fact, when his office plants start dying, I convince myself that I can ignore the pheromones and save the philodendron. Now I’m in his office every week, dodging sinful smirks and heated stares, reminding myself to reach for the watering can—not him.