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My mom’s last gift came with two surprises: an unexpected inheritance from the father I never knew, and one unforgettable summer in Aspen Lake. Her only request? Complete the bucket list she left for me. Simple enough—until I saw that one item written in bold: HAVE A SUMMER FLING.

So . . . I signed up for something. Not a gym or Costco membership, which probably would have been wiser. Oh no, I signed up for a social experiment. You heard me right. I, Lanie Davenport, am going to be the subject of a scientific study. Do I know what this study is for? Not exactly. But I know it means I have to live with a stranger for twelve weeks and do a video diary once a week, answering the researchers’ questions.

A woman does her very best to avoid at least one of the following people in her life: an annoying coworker, her brother’s best friend, and her first kiss. Unfortunately, for me, all three happen to be the same person—Brandon Cassidy. I’ve done my best to avoid the man, even if it means working in the ladies’ room whenever he visits the main office. Sadly, my days of hiding are coming to an end because I’ve been assigned to assist Brandon through the end of the year. The holiday season is already hard for me, but this . . . this is just the icing on the fruitcake that is my life.

What happens when frenemies take the experiment out of the lab and into the bedroom? Corban Nash is a self-proclaimed data nerd with a sexy half smile and a set of abs that leave girls drooling. He developed a theory he claims will make two people fall in love. And after numerous tests on friends and family, it’s been successful for everyone who’s tried it. The problem is, it’s never worked on him. And he doesn’t know why. Still, he’s determined to prove his theory. The only thing standing in his way? His nemesis, Hazel Kiegen.

This witty and unexpected show brings you toponyms, abbreviations, euphemisms, old words, new words, cockney rhyming slang and Greek gobbledegook. Find out the meaning of words like giff-gaff, knock-knobbler and buckfitches; the difference between French marbles, French velvet and the French ache; hear the glorious poetry of the English language, as practiced from writers varying from William Shakespeare to Vanilla Ice; and spend time laughing and learning with some of the finest Wordaholics in the business.

Emil Dubinin. Bratva assassin. Sin in human form. I stalked him through the shadows. He captured me with a single touch. Bound. Stripped. Broken open. He made me forget every law I'd sworn to uphold. In the jungle, I was his prisoner. In his bed, I became his sin. He whispered lies in Russian. And I begged him for truth between my thighs. When he left me, he took more than my heart—he took my soul. Now I'm carrying his child. A secret that could destroy us both. The FBI wants my blood. The Bratva wants my silence. And when he finds out I kept his baby... the devil I loved will demand his due.

His eyes stick to me, burning my skin as I twirl across the stage. My legs ache with exhaustion, and my head spins, but his hunger pushes me to excellence. His voice echoes in my mind with each step, reminding me that my best isn't enough anymore. This Christmas, he's the only thing between me and rock bottom.

My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive with every glance. I swore I'd never break. Never beg. Never love a man like him. But I crave his voice. His touch. His darkness. His power. He shields me with bullets. Loves me like war—violent and absolute. I should escape. Instead, I made a vow behind locked doors. Not of love. Not of freedom. But of surrender… and survival.

Dive back into the sexy side of the Upper East Side with the second billionaire romance from USA Today best-selling author K. A. Linde. I finally have everything I ever wanted - fame and fortune and literary success. Only one problem: I lost my muse. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Broody, enigmatic, alluring, and right for me in every way. Until he wasn't. Until I lost everything. And I can't lose it all again. I'll do anything to keep it.

In 1352, Xavier Kovach made a deal with the devil. He sold his soul and the souls of his children for a book of magic secrets and the love of a demon concubine. Now it's 2058, and Tim Kovak has just inherited the book, the magic, and the girl. He's got six weeks to turn himself into a villain or a hero, with no choices left in between. Tim's got to get with the program and start training to be a supervillain or get ready to fight off an army of demons, armed with nothing but his sense of humor... and a fork.

Gigi Hawthorne is starting from scratch. She just didn't realize until her crappy car broke down that she was going to be doing it in a small town in Vermont. With an eye for design and some serious decorating skills, she's managed to land a job making delectable treats for the patrons of the Busy Bean. Now she's up to her elbows in sugar and flour, but her thoughts are never far from her gorgeous, brooding landlord.

Ten years ago I left my marriage and the love of my life. On paper my husband checked the boxes. 1. Devastatingly handsome. 2. Wild and carefree. 3. And a skilled lover . . . if you know what I mean. But Corjan Powell was a bad husband. We were too young to be saddled with a lifetime of resentment and regret. After a year of confrontations and no change, I didn't even give him the chance to refuse divorce papers. One disastrous fight too far, I wrote him a note and I left. "But Bree, what happened over those ten years?" you ask. Resentment. And regrets.

She was supposed to be a one-night stand. A way to sate my sexual appetite. I let her glimpse the man I am. The face that I hide behind my carefully cultivated life. But she ripped open that divide - and there's no going back. Now, she's here. In my city. I don't care that I'm Manhattan royalty and she's the help. Only that she's living in my summer home. With me. And I want more.

Author K. A. Linde presents One Cruel Night, a prequel to the Cruel series.

Tim Kovak was supposed to be a bad guy, the latest in a line of evil wizards bound by a demon contract, supervised by a six-hundred-year-old succubus named Lydia. With a little magic and a lot of luck, Tim broke the contract and set them both free. Now he’s trying to be a superhero, learning the hard way that you can’t save everybody, and some problems are too big to punch. He thought he had managed to flip the script and beat Hell at its own game, but demons are patient, and all debts eventually come due.

The memory of why I jumped out of my ex-fiancé's car in a wedding dress is a bit hazy. Or maybe I was pushed. Disoriented, I stumble through the trees until exhaustion forces me to rest. Time passes in a feverish blur, but eventually, I'm discovered by a friendly dog and her unfriendly owner, Jude Powell. The gorgeous grump isn't too pleased with my disheveled appearance. That doesn't stop him from ripping my ruined dress to create a makeshift sling for my arm and taking me to the emergency room.

Whitney thought she was safe from her toxic marriage the day her husband died . . . From the moment I return to my hometown for a fresh start, my plans begin to crumble. The rental house that looked perfect is actually a health hazard. My new job postpones my start date. And a historic blizzard is about to dump three feet of snow across the state, making doing just about anything impossible. When my infant son screams down the motel into the early morning hours and causes the other guests to complain, I'm mortified and ready to brave the impending blizzard to find someplace else.

The myth of an epic, public life—its triumphs and tragedies—is a particularly American obsession. ROAR is a metafictional exploration of such a life and attendant fame of an extraordinary, and completely made up, man.

I don't do boyfriends. Or dating. Or random hookups. Not when fictional men do it so much better, and not when my heart has been through the wringer. So when retired MMA fighter Matt Haywood crashes into my life, I'm not impressed. Quite the opposite actually. I avoid him at all costs. At least, I try.

Lose yourself to the dark and glamorous underbelly of the Upper East Side in the final book in USA Today best-selling author K. A. Linde's billionaire romance Cruel Trilogy. Darkness swept in. Smothering everything in its inky black. In its wake, we became our own worst nightmares. How can we fight our way back? Do we even deserve to?