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At fifteen I fell in love. His name was Jake Stephens and he took the abandoned, lonely girl I had been and made me whole. His love was a pure and unconditional love that made every day better than the last; a fairy tale of my very own. But this story isn't about Jake. It's about Abel Madden; the man I meet after the fairy tale goes to hell. A cocky, arrogant man who says what he wants, does as he pleases, and makes no excuses for it. He irritates me--downright pisses me off at times--but he also brings me back to life.

Charity Edwards has never been a woman who liked to compromise—not at work, and definitely not in her personal life. So when TJ Callahan appears on the scene as their FBI liaison, she takes a chance on the slow talking Texan.

Damian Tate. One look into his sad green eyes and I was hooked. I wanted to be the one to make him laugh, to make him smile. I hadn't expected him to be the one to make me blush, to make me hot...to make me fall in love. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I wanted forever with him, but life got in the way.

I didn't set out to be a pirate. Life for me was about surviving the ugliness that people knew existed but didn't talk about. I lived in hell. Then I saw her. I knew I couldn't keep her, but for just a little while I had found heaven. Eight years later, I can't get her out of my head.

May 1148. All Dublin is shocked by the murder of a prominent merchant, but only Prince Godfrid knows that the dead man was also a co-conspirator in his brother's plan to take the throne of Dublin. With death stalking his every move, Godfrid must call upon new friends and old to find the killer - and with their help uncover a conspiracy stretching beyond Dublin's walls to every kingdom in Ireland.

For cursed mates, it’s kill or be killed. Unless we find a way out. There’s no other way to say it: I’m up a creek without a paddle. Sure, some things are going great. My supernatural sleuth business is up and running, and I’ve got a group of fab friends. On the other hand, I’m one half of a cursed mate bond, and we’re reaching the end of the line. Grey, who I’ve grown to care too much for, is going to kill me. Or he’s going to die. Then I discover a mystery that pulls me in deep.

They call him a monster. Pale blue eyes as cold as ice that see right through you. He’s hard. He’s damaged. He’s dangerous. He lives in a castle fit for a fairy tale, but he’s no prince. He’s savage. He’s brutal. He’s a killer. By an act of fate, our worlds collide.They call him a monster, but he is my salvation.

The fates never duplicate destiny's path. Shay, raised by humans, only recently found out she's a child of Helios, the sun god. She finds herself caught up in a battle of conflicting emotions and desires. As she prepares to meet up for drinks with her sister and her sister’s mate, thoughts of Jayce, a man who ignites a nagging longing and apprehension, dominates her mind.

I've made a deal with the Devil. Finally, I’ve found a place where my weirdness fits in - Guild City, a secret magical place deep in the heart of London. And it’s great...for about 2.5 seconds. Right up until the Council of Guilds discovers I’m a magical misfit with too much magic I can’t control. When they throw me in prison, my only hope is The Devil of Darkvale. A prophecy states that the lethally sexy vampire is my Cursed Mate. Whatever that means. He’s so powerful that he can get the Council off my back, but he’ll only do it if I work for him.

The last person Drew Franklin wants to work with is Cat Kalakau. Their history makes it difficult being in the same room, let alone being joined at the hip during a case. Months ago, they’d shared a night filled with romance and a bit more, but that ended after he was shot. Since then, even their friendship seems to have fallen apart. But he will do his job, even if spending more time with her is killing him.

As the only girl in my family, I’ve always had to work harder and faster than everyone else. My five brothers did not take it easy on me, and they still think they can tell me what to do, even who I can date. That’s why falling for NCIS agent Jethro Thomas is a big mistake. He’s my brother’s best friend, and he treats me like a sister. That is, until I get him alone in my apartment.

Greyson Ratcliffe. I met him at 16, the hot new guy sitting on my jetty, an aspiring artist just passing through. He was my first kiss and my first love. I wanted forever with him. I didn't even get a year. Five years later, I'm a budding writer who scripts stories of love and struggle, the good and the bad and the ups and the downs. He's a star on the rise - his wicked talent and crazy good looks have his face plastered on countless magazines. We move in two different worlds and still our paths cross again. We're older and wiser and as crazy about each other as we were as teenagers.

Rafe isn’t settling in as a bounty hunter. He likes the job well enough, but for him, the discipline is sadly lacking in the business. The former federal agent isn’t all that excited about working for an agency ran by a former stripper that has a secretary who is convinced she’s psychic. Still, he isn’t about to turn down a high paying job to find Sasha Petosky, madam to the rich and powerful in DC. He’ll just have to keep his attraction under control and finish the job.

Liberty Wainwright needs a man and not just any man. She needs Brady St. James, otherwise known as the Saint. His skills and knowledge make him the only choice to rescue her father. Now, if she can convince him to help her, she’ll just have to ignore her cravings for the man she’s never forgotten. Brady is stunned the woman who left him high and dry is back and asking for his help. Their affair had been doomed from the start. Libby liked to live by the rules and Brady lived to break them. He’d sworn she’d be back, but he hadn’t expected it to take over six years for her to return.

Del Littleton is having a bad month. Three jobs have gone south and the last one went sour with a dead body. It doesn’t help that Dylan O’Farrell, the federal agent who has been making her life hell for months is the one who finds her. The worst part is that even though she feels like smacking the cocky agent upside the head, she also wants to get him in bed. Dylan knows Del is being set up. She isn’t the best bounty hunter out there, but she isn’t stupid. Before he can figure it out, they find themselves on the run, trying to protect Del from an unknown enemy.

John Hunter can’t refuse a request from his birth father to find his soon to be stepsister. But finding Mila means finding trouble, because it follows her everywhere. All he wants is to get her back to Earth and get his father off his back. Problem is, Mila has other plans. Mila doesn’t need an overgrown Neanderthal in her way. She has a mission to accomplish. So what if she is a thrill junkie and that is the only reason she works for the good guys. She does her job, and does it well. But before she can dump Hunter, her little game becomes a little more dangerous than she expected.

Everyone in town knows Thea’s past. Dead mother, missing father…the girl who couldn’t remember. Now she’s returned to our small Texas town to start her life over. She’s handful of a woman, sexy, vibrant, and she gets my blood hot whenever we interact. I shouldn’t be lusting after her at all since I’m the town’s sheriff and I’m sworn to protect her. Worse—she’s my best friend’s little sister so that whole hands-off policy should be firmly in place.

Jedes Jahr im Dezember sendet Josie einen Brief an ihre geliebten Eltern, die sie vor vielen Jahren in einer schicksalhaften Weihnachtsnacht auf tragische Weise verloren hat. Jedes Jahr erinnert sie das Fest der Liebe an ihren Verlust – und die Menschen, die sie so schmerzlich vermisst. Aber dieses Jahr wird alles anders, denn kurz vor Weihnachten begegnet Josie Max. Einem Mann, mit dem sie fünf wunderschöne Tage in London verbringt: In der Stadt, die im Dezember schöner strahlt als alle anderen. Und es scheint fast unmöglich, sich nicht zu verlieben.

Aeson Turner is a one-night-stand kind of guy. His whole life he's known about the soulmate call, the telepathic connection members of his family have with their soulmates. And he knows he's not ready for the one now maybe not ever. Mercy Wardwell knows she's the one destined to break the curse on her family stopping them from being with their soulmates. But she has a big problem. After generations of Wardwell witches having their hearts broken, she's not interested in a soulmate either.

Nearly ten years. That's how long they'd been companions. Best friends. Soulmates. The knowledge lingered between them, forever unsaid, but thinking of the other as a brother or sister wouldn't change their fate. It hadn't been a problem, not at first. Megan was still his best friend. Still just a kid. Then a pre-teen. Then a teenager, their bond growing with every year. In a blink, the day he dreaded arrived. His eighteenth birthday. Then he became a legal adult, and Megan turned fifteen. Fifteen. To go near her would make him a felon. There was only one choice: to leave.