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I love my job. Really, I do. With a doctorate in psychology, I get paid to evaluate clients for Atlanta’s premier matchmaking service. Enter Nicholas Wells: actor, writer, producer—and walking ego. Not only is he our newest client, he’s also the new face of the company. Which means I’ve been promoted (or punished?) to his relationship manager. My new assignment? “Fix” the man. Once upon a time, this would’ve been a dream come true. But older, wiser Kate knows better—especially after surviving one narcissist already. Can you say annulment?

Emerson LeBlanc doesn’t enter society much. He only ventures out in pursuit of new art for his collection. It starts with a haunting painting. Then he meets the artist. Innocent Daphne Morelli is more exquisite than anything he’s ever seen. He becomes obsessed with her. It doesn’t matter that she’s a living, breathing person with her own hopes and dreams. She’ll be the perfect addition to his collection.

One night with the enemy player next door… now he's calling me his wife. Seven years ago, we shared a night. The next morning, he didn't remember. Now, I'm a journalist working my way up the news media ladder when my best friend's moody brother moves in next door. And now an endless parade of rowdy hockey bros stroll our shared hall.

Snark. Jokes. Attitude. These were all things I used to disguise the hole in my heart. I'm not a happy person. I don't live life. I just exist. That is until that beautiful man rides in on his Harley Fat Boy and burns rubber on the way into my heart.

At 17, Charlee Jensen packed her bags and left her beloved hometown of Loveland, swearing she would never have anything to do with the men that left her heartbroken: her father, the man who taught her heroes can fall; and Ryan Carter, her much older neighbor and teenage crush.

He thinks they’ve broken me. He thinks I’m nothing but an empty shell, ready to be molded into their perfect soldier, his perfect wife, a damaged plaything. He might be right. I’ve never been so exhausted, beaten down, and wary. I’m so close to giving up, so close to accepting my defeat and twisted fate. The darkness is quickly closing in around me, but a sliver of light appears when I read the note from my brother and my guys.

Our night together? It could've gone better. For example, he could've chosen to not take a phone call in the middle of the . . . final act. But I'm willing to give him another chance. I'm a giver like that. And Spencer Monroe is, after all, one of southern California's hottest, wealthiest, and most influential men. He's exactly the kind of player I like to bring to his knees—in the bedroom and out of it. I never expected him to propose a fake marriage, though. I really never thought I'd accept.

Charlee Jensen-Carter has been looking forward to her first Christmas with her new husband, Ryan, and her adorable stepson for weeks. Not only is her dad tying the knot, but she's looking forward to two weeks of no exes, no drama, and especially no trouble. At least that's what she thinks. First, she gets talked into wearing red hooker heels again. Next, she finds herself trying to save her dad's wedding. And if that isn't bad enough, more than one ex shows up, and she's suddenly in the middle of more trouble than she ever bargained for.

Ever since his career-ending injury, Pat has bounced from job to job, idea to idea, short-lived relationship to short-lived relationship. But when his father purchases the town of Sheet Cake, Pat suddenly sees his life with clear purpose: get his brothers on board with his dad's wild idea and win back the one woman who got away. Lindy was supposed to be traveling the world, not stuck in a small town, caring for her niece. But she would do anything to keep custody of Jo, even if that looks like a marriage of convenience with the man who already broke her heart once.

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Natasha Madison comes the second book in her steamy hockey romance series. Lexi Falling for a famous hockey player? I would have laughed at you. I was trapped in a marriage—caged with cruelty. I wasn’t ever going to be free. Until I...

I had a plan. It was simple. Find my sister, bring her home, and then disappear where no one could find us—especially him. But you know what they say about plans? They have a tendency to go awry, like a train off the tracks barrelling in the wrong direction… toward the wrong people. That's what happened. Them. Jericho. Sheppard. Arrow. The mafia heir and his two best friends. They came into my life with obsession bleeding through their veins, and the only person they saw—was me. Theirs.

Bethany Thomas has life all figured out. She has a scent-sympathetic pack, a great job at the OMS, and the home of her dreams. Until she doesn't. After a betrayal she never saw coming, Bethany's life is turned upside down, and she finds a true scent match in the one place she never thought she'd...

I am home, yet it does not feel like home. The chains on my wrists and ankles are gone, but those around my heart tighten. Is the world truly black and white, or is it just my vision failing? Does all food turn to ash, or is it merely my mouth forgetting how to taste? When the crows call, and the moon hangs heavy, does everyone else drown their sorrow in pillows, or am I the only one? Urai is hell. A kingdom of devils. Yet hell is my heaven. My dark devil—through these falling eyes—is my angel. I breathe, but I do not exist. I exist, but I do not live.

As the VP of Kings of Retribution MC, I live and breathe club life. After suffering the loss of two women in my life, I grew cold and indifferent to the idea of love. I don't need to let anyone in. I've seen the aftermath it can leave in its quake. The last thing I'm looking for is someone to fill the void, until Bella Jameson.

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too. The plan is to escape with my sister whenever we find a chance. How am I to know our prison will be the most fortified place in their kingdom?

I don’t need a pack. I’m doing just fine on my own. Until one tiny mistake has me perfuming enough to draw every enforcement officer in a ten-block radius. I know what awaits me if I go into custody as an unclaimed Omega, so when a blazing hot and surprisingly kind Alpha throws me a life raft, I grab hold with both hands. Only problem? He didn’t exactly clear his claim on me with his pack. They don’t want an Omega—especially Thane, who seems to be calling the shots.

Her: I wanted to have a pity party of one when I went for that beer. I never imagined I would meet a dark and dangerous man. That man took me on the wildest ride of my life. Literally and figuratively. He quickly became my entire world. Him: I didn't know I was looking for her. I saw her warming that bar stool and knew she would be mine. A man like me doesn't deserve the likes of her. But damned if I didn't take it. Her: When we met for the first time we didn't know that we already had a connection.

Eriu Quinn is off-limits. Too young. Too innocent. And far too forbidden. Her father is the head of the Irish Mob. And I'm just her bodyguard tasked to keep her safe. She's my job, but she's also a maddening temptation. One I need to stay away from. But I underestimate that feisty little spitfire. She creeps under my skin. Pushes all of my buttons. Until I unravel...

They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me—male or female—for their lustful desires. And, when they storm into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervene to protect her. I make them take me too.

Some part of me thought being murdered in front of my mate was rock bottom. It was the delusional part. Because I didn't stay dead. Instead, I woke up tethered to my psychotic ex who still insists we're soul mates. I insist he seek immediate medical attention. To top things off, my actual mate...