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La Lune Noire is a haven for the corrupt. My resort, my world, my life. And Zara West is here to blow it up. If only that were enough of a reason to stop thinking about the stunning assassin, but ever since she arrived, with her mahogany hair, quick wit, and cherry obsession, I’ve been consumed. My infatuation aside, I never lose control. No matter what she’s here for, she’ll leave empty-handed. Never underestimate the house edge.

"Elsie Silver's writing is a true revelation!" ALI HAZELWOOD --- Grumpy cowboys and steamy romance . . . Welcome to Chestnut Springs: the big-hitting, small-town series from TikTok sensation Elsie Silver. Perfect for fans of Devney Perry, Lucy Score and B.K. Borison. Beau Eaton is the town...

Hot-headed. Stubborn. Absolutely no impulse control. That's who I am, according to my brothers and business partners. We run one of the top companies in the country, and we're growing fast. When I start interviewing for a key position, my brothers firmly advise me against hiring Kinley. Of course, I hire her anyway, and not just because she's insanely gorgeous.

I once thought one of my ruthless boys could be the killer I’m hunting. They’re all dark, deadly, and more than capable of brutality. But now, I’m held by the King I’ve been stalking in the shadows, and when I unmask him, he’ll realize he made a huge mistake in taking my brother from this world.

She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

Five best friends and NFL teammates navigate life, single parenting and love in the Single Dad Playbook Series by USA Today Bestselling author Willow Aster. Now available in one complete box set! Welcome to Silver Hills, Colorado! In this small town just outside of Denver where the NFL's Mustangs are based, players Weston Shaw, Henley Ward, Rhodes Archer, Bowie Fox, and Penn Hudson have formed a tight knit group aptly named the "Single Dad Players.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

Get in. Get paid. Get the hell out. That’s the plan. Scotland’s rolling hills are calling me home, and this job is just another stop along the way. But being her bodyguard is harder than expected. Keeping tabs on a fiercely independent lass who refuses to follow the rules? Nearly impossible. Then my cold, blackened heart starts to thaw as I watch her dirty little shows. She’s maddening, bratty, and curvy in all the right ways. Ach, what am I doing? And what happens when my compass home begins pointing toward her instead?

All Birdee Calvert wanted was to be normal. She wanted the parents who didn’t divorce when she was a kid and make her life a living nightmare. She wanted the sisters who actually liked her. She wanted to live in a town where everyone loved her and didn’t have a single bad thing to say about her. That was not the life Birdee was given. She had the exact opposite life. The kind of life where she slunk through the grocery store with a hoodie on so no one would recognize her. The kind of life where men like Creed Daugherty didn’t give her a second look.

I've always lived a structured life. Every box was checked, every decision planned, right down to the color-coded polos in my closet. Neat, orderly, by the book—just like I was raised. It's what made Salem and me so good together. But it didn't stop her from hating me. It didn't stop the news about my adoption from shattering everything I thought I knew. And it sure as hell didn't prepare me for the questions rising from the truth: about who I am, what I want, and who I've been pretending to be. I don't even recognize the man in the mirror anymore. But maybe I never really knew him at all.

Rome Beneventi is a walking, talking bad decision—six feet, five inches of tattoos, temptation, and trouble wrapped in a smirk and dipped in sin. This MMA champion should come with a warning label . . . or at the very least a disclaimer. I sell books, and he breaks bones. We are not on the same page. At least not until he discovers my secret and instead of keeping it, blackmails me into fake dating him.

I've always known I was different. My name is Seven Grey, and I hang out with dead people. Yes, Seven like the number, and yes… literal dead people. I'm the only mortician in a small town tucked away in backwoods Maine, and I've known this was my dream job since the day they asked us on our first day of Kindergarten. I know who I am, and I don't apologize for it. Death is just different for me, which is why my second job works even better than my first. They call me "The Cleaning Lady".

I didn’t plan to be a runaway bride. But, standing in the church wearing white and borrowed blue, I realized I didn’t have a choice. I had to start over. Even if it meant living—and working—a stone’s throw from the man who doesn’t know he broke my heart a decade ago. So I stuffed my tulle and tears behind the wheel of a borrowed car, mascara tracking down my cheeks as I made the drive to Willow Bend, Wyoming. I thought I could handle having Tobias in my life again. Believed after everything I’d gone through, the last thing I’d want is a man’s attention.

Love is a weakness for ruthless men. And I was as weak as they came, just for her. I had a goal. Take over for my grandfather and become one of the Lords in The Commission. The New York Mafia Don. One of the Cinque Grandi. The only imposition was to get married first. To whom, it didn’t matter. As long as I was a married man, the seat would be mine. But I knew who I wanted since the first time I saw her.

I was the big man on campus. Everything in my life was going exactly according to plan until a wrecking ball reminded me that there were more important things than touchdowns, booze, and pretty girls. In the most turbulent time of my life, I felt lost and defeated until the moment my eyes landed on her. Sophia Summers is everything I never knew I wanted. A sweet shot of sunshine in the unrelenting hurricane. There's just one little problem. She doesn't trust in love, and she definitely doesn't trust me.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

He’s a criminal—an abomination. We’re wrong in every way. If only I could’ve convinced my heart. His lips whispered promises of all the stars in the sky. I dreamt of a love that would last forever. We were gorgeously young and desperate for one another. But we're star-crossed. Fate had decided our course. Leaving us to cling to each other as we crumbled to ash. His need became possession. My innocence turned jaded. Our families declared war. All that remained was hate.

I plan other people’s love stories for a living. Perfect nights. Perfect moments. Perfect control. So when my guitarist cancels an hour before a high-profile event, I do what any professional would do—panic quietly and pray for a miracle. Then he walks in.