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Pete Morrow is an alienated FBI agent whose only escape from the colleagues and society he despises is through reading literary classics. When his boss sends him to warn away a drug dealer on an obscure army base, he discovers a murder and becomes obsessed with Jade McClellan, a mysterious man whose rock band just performed at the crime scene. Tough-guy Morrow has never been in love before—but Jade is almost magical, an embodiment of myth and literature who creates living fantasies that rapidly become the only thing Morrow values in his otherwise miserable life.

I love being single. I don’t answer to a significant other or any children, and I get to see the world on the company dime. Next stop? Milan. The longer than expected layover in New York is a bit of a bummer, but the night I spend with two strangers from my flight? H.A.W.T. I don’t know which I enjoy more—the way words roll off their tongues in their incredible Italian accents, or the way they use those tongues on me.

My new role as the social media content manager for the Silverbacks is a dream come true—except for my ex being the team's quarterback. Then there's Rogan O'Rourke, the backup QB with the smoldering blue gaze and irresistible smile—who's proving to be an unexpected complication. Although he's battling for the starting spot on the field, it seems he's also vying for my attention. His flirtatious advances feel like a game I can't win, and he's doing his best to turn my life upside down.

Whoever said, ‘words can never hurt me’ was wrong. Words cut deep. Especially floating past the lips of the man who always felt like home. Cain Michaels. My ex-boyfriend’s brother. The only man who could make me feel deeper than I ever thought possible. My worst nightmare and most vivid dream. Six years ago, he shattered my soul and left a hole in my heart. Now, I’d moved on. I’d healed.

Fulton University's newest pitcher—hates me. I shouldn't like that fact, but I do. Maybe too much. She claims I'm not her type, which is ridiculous. There's a reason they call me Levi "Sexy" Sexton . . . I'm everyone's type. And thanks to my dad, who just happens to be her softball coach, I'll get my chance to thaw out the ice queen. I'm her new tutor, so she has no choice but to spend time with me. It may be Sweater Weather, but I'll make time to show her what a god I am. On and off the ice.

Vampire Christian Moore has spent his entire life, both human and immortal, fighting for the respect of his peers. He has codes he lives by. Strict moral codes, both in his personal life and his work. And he doesn't break them. Ever. Until he finds himself at the carnal mercy of a woman with eyes like the midday sky and hair the colors of a summer sunset. His craving for her is unnatural, and watching her dance makes his blood burn like acid in his veins. But he can't not watch her.

My dearest Lily, I won't ever send this letter despite all the ones we've shared in the past. Things are different. I'm home now, something else I won't tell you. War changes everyone, that's no secret, but some changes can't be hidden. I am no longer the man I was and you, my beautiful Flower, deserve more. Better. I wish I'd said goodbye in our last exchange . . . told you how much you mean to me. You once mentioned writing to other soldiers, but I hope I was your favorite. You were definitely mine.

Bossed by a monster—sounds overbearing, right? It is, and this guy's not just any monster. He's a Boggart—the literal being of nightmares—and I swear his sole mission in life is to make mine a bad dream come true. Every time I turn around, he's there. Bedazzling me. Bewitching me. Befriending me. But I won't back down, not even when Mr. Ettin proposes a friendly little bet. Who cares what the stakes are—there's no way my boss is gonna win. Except… he does.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to...

Addison Durham was his assignment. His boss’s daughter. A woman twenty years younger than him. But none of that mattered when her life was in danger and he wanted to be the only one saving her. Liam Campbell had one job. Guard the boss’s daughter and make sure she didn’t know the danger she was in. Too bad Addison had other plans. Like breaking into a stranger’s yard and stealing a poor neglected dog. He had a choice to make. Be her accomplice or keep the integrity of his assignment. The decision was a no-brainer, but he wasn’t ready for the consequences that would accompany it.

"I want to spend your last semester getting you out of those pearls, and on your knees.” That’s what he said to me when he discovered that, with five months of college left, I was financially cut off. Young, wickedly handsome, and politically incorrect, Graham was unlike any man I’d met. If you’re wondering if I told him off—if the night ended with me slapping that delicious smirk right off his face—that didn’t happen. My name is Elle Courtney, and I’m the first to admit my mistakes. And Senator Graham Delaney? Well, he always gets exactly what he wants.

Thorna is a fae queen and has fallen for a mortal who relishes dark tales. Before she reveals her true nature to him, she hopes to win his heart by writing him stories of her own. But when the time comes for the mortal to discover what she truly is, will he accept her love or push her away?

When Beau Wade left his small hometown of Whitecap, Oregon, he swore to himself he’d never go back. But when his NFL career goes up in smoke, that’s exactly what he finds himself doing. Not much has changed in the ten years he’s been gone. Gossip still spreads through town like wildfire, Dropped Anchor is still the local’s favorite bar, and the woman he’s been secretly in love with most of his life still hates his guts. Presley Fields is even more beautiful than he remembered. Her smile has the power to light up a room and that bubbly personality of hers is still as strong as ever.

We all know the story… Time stops. They feel a zing course through their bodies. The air crackles between them. Their breaths hitch.

As a romance author, I’ve written my fair share of static electricity moments. But that’s fiction. No one actually finds their soulmate. Or so I thought. Meeting Julian was unexpected, wonderful, and… possibly fate? He makes me feel things I didn’t think happened outside the pages of my favorite books.

I play defense for the Boston Brawlers. Aidan means "fiery", Liam means "protector", and isn't that what you want your defenseman to be? The fiery protector of your team? No wonder most women think I'm a clown and a player. I don't bother disabusing them of the notion since I hardly want to get serious.

Five years ago, my world was turned upside down when my husband and sons disappeared without a trace. I mourned, I searched, and when I got no answers, I began to prepare. Nobody will catch me vulnerable again. I was wrong to think my life couldn’t get any crazier. Now there are two vampires at my door telling me my missing family wasn’t human...and neither am I. I have a chance to regain everything I’ve lost.

Cove Nash knew she was going to follow in her uncle's footsteps from a young age, and she's finally making it as a musician. Pack life would only get in the way, so it's not an option. After all, not every omega wants or needs alphas... But life on the road isn't anything like she expected, and...

Officially, 17-year-old Anya is dead. Unofficially, she's in New Orleans with minimal recollection of the night her mobster parents were murdered, and even less recollection of how she ended up in the hands of a shady nightclub owner.

Jessica Everett works hard to rescue women from their abusive husbands. She started down this path as a preteen when her best friend's father became abusive. Things quickly spiral out of control when meeting with a young woman who reached out to her for help. But Jessica didn't get there in time. A figure leaps from the shadows making Jessica his next target and...the only witness to her murder. Jessica barely escapes with her life, thanks to her ex-boyfriend, Michael Redman, the local deputy sheriff.

Sorry to whoever wrote the scripts for the fairytales I grew up watching in movies as a kid, but, bro, you got it all wrong. Fabulous floor-length gowns and fairy godmothers don't appear out of nowhere, promising to fix your problems when you're at your lowest, crying on a bench in a torn dress. Random animals have never cleaned anything I've ever owned, and though I would bend over backward to have a pet dragon that breathes fire, the best I can hope for is a small-bearded dragon...and they can't fly.