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People think it’s easy being Felix Dodd III, and sure, the legacy and inheritance aren’t exactly terrible. But the name comes with so many strings; my hands feel permanently tied. Like I’m stuck following in my father’s footsteps. Like I can’t trust people’s intentions. Like my grandmother wants me settled down before my thirtieth birthday. I’ve got less than zero interest in marriage, ever since my one attempt at love crashed and burned. But Grams won’t let me access my trust until I’m engaged. Which means I need a fiancée.

I get it. We were in elementary school. Just a couple of kids on the playground. But after Nash Hendrix called me Enemy instead of Emily, his stupid nickname haunted me for years. Now our best friends are getting married, and they expect me to stand across the aisle from Nash the Ruiner without killing him? Whatever. I can survive that. It’s only for one weekend. Until it’s not. When I get roped into wedding planning at all the same places Nash is fundraising, I’m ready to blow up our truce. But the more time we spend together, the more I feel like…not murdering him.

Spencer Crane thinks I’m a human tornado. I think he’s a calendar app come to life. While he schedules? I spin-out. When I spontaneously combust? He overcompensates. And this is why convincing my new boss to hire him is a completely brilliant idea. You see, workplace romance is forbidden, but attraction between total opposites like Spencer and me is a non-issue. I only wish I hadn’t discovered Mr. Clark Kent Glasses is (secretly) scorchingly hot. Even worse, he’s funny and chivalrous, and shoving me straight out of my Tess the Mess comfort zone.

Amy Weaver is tired of her dad meddling in her love life. Fed up, she hires an actor to play the part of her fake cowboy fiance when she goes home for her grandpa's 90th birthday. Sure, Luke Jenkins has got looks, charm, and muscular legs, but this is business, pure and simple. Things are fine and dandy until she finds out he's a real cowboy, not an actor. Now, she's stuck between a rock and his chiseled jawline, falling faster than a sack of horseshoes. How the heck is Amy supposed to ignore the sparks between them and stick to her rule of not dating cowboys? All bets are off.

He keeps watching me. I can't help but look back. He's gorgeous: tall, messy dark hair, and those intensely blue eyes captivating me. My life hasn't been easy by any means. Because of that I've had to grow up much faster than normal women do. I think that's why our age difference doesn't bother me at all. I wish it didn't bother him because this attraction isn't going away anytime soon and, in truth, I don't want it to. He could very possibly be my happily-ever-after and no matter how much he tries, I'm not going to let him talk me out of it until we give this a fighting chance.

Sienna isn't sure how much longer she can hang on to the shred of humanity left within her. Not when her only chance at escape would be to destroy what is left of her soul. Daxon is hell-bent on tearing apart the realm in order to find the Sage who has saved his life more times than he can count. But as the journey grows more perilous each and every day, Daxon is forced to confront the very real possibility that they may never recover the Sienna they once knew.

Haunted by paranormal abilities that she can't control, and plagued by nightmares about a demon that seeks her soul, Lily Anima travels to New Orleans in search of salvation. In the French Quarter, Lily dives into the paranormal world and enlists the help of an unlikely couple: a vampire, Lawrence Justice, and a werewolf, Trevor Pack. As the trio encounters ghosts, voodoo, and unspeakable evil, will Trevor and Lawrence be able to help Lily turn her powers into a gift rather than a curse?

The High King—now freed from his prison—continues to wreak havoc on the seven realms, but he made one wrong move. He kidnapped my best friend, and I'll stop at nothing to get him back. Even if it means holding the self-appointed king's cold dead heart in my bare hands. I've set out into the realm of monsters, and all is going according to plan until it's not, and I find myself allied with the last person in Hell I'd ever fight beside.

Rosalind Palmer was blessed with the perfect stage name. Or so she's been told. There are just a few problems with it: 1) Her family doesn't know she's a stripper. 2) She'd like to keep it that way. 3) She got over the nickname somewhere around seventh grade. Unfortunately - because she likes her job and she really likes her independence - her unexpected pregnancy means Rosalind's days on a pole are numbered. Even so, she's determined to make this co-parenting thing work.

Sidney Halston returns to steamy Tarpon Springs, Florida, where a hell-raising bad boy prepares to get down and dirty for the woman he loves.

As a single dad, my life revolves around my daughter. No complaints...until my ex-wife forces my hand over custody. I needed a cover story. In steps Katharine Morello. My best friend's sister is ready and willing to be my fake fiancee. Overnight we're engaged. A temporary arrangement. No sex. No strings attached. No complications. Easy, right? Not quite. The last few months, I've been doing dirty things to her in my imagination. But that's all they'll ever be. Fantasies. One night make-believe merges with reality. Sparks fly - and burn. Now I want her. All of her.

By the age of twelve, we had become best friends, and by the time we turned sixteen, we were more. I had eyes for only one girl. My girl. But then life changed, and different paths led to broken promises. When she left town, I was forced to let go of our dreams. I spent my days existing. Baseball, classes, and working at the family farm became my life. I didn't care about anything else. Until I met Allison Jo. AJ was the quiet girl I never expected. She brought me to my knees with that beautiful smile. She made me laugh and slowly brought the old me back to life.

All I want for Christmas this year is to be able to spend more time with my son and to finally move us out of our cramped apartment. I have the perfect plan to make my holiday dreams come true. All I have to do is convince my boss I'm the right person for the manager position that's available at the resort I work for. It finally seems like Santa is going to grant my wish, until one Jace Petersen, the owner of a national chain of sporting goods stores, walks into my life. More like literally falls on me. Worst first impression ever.

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.

The Seven—the Divine beings meant to protect the world—just declared war. On me. They took Ray, my baby sister, and now they're using my boyfriend to do their dirty work. Well, screw that. I may not be able to wipe them off the face of the earth now, but I know what can. Thanks to an Ather connection, I know about the Seven Scrolls. An ancient incantation made by the Creator to counteract the Seven's great power, scattered into pieces across the world.

My name is Easton Donovan, and I massively screwed up. I should've given her the world. Should've been everything she deserved. Instead, I broke her like every promise I've ever made. The darkness tells me to let her go. Memories of my past keep me from letting her in. Someone should tell her that loving me is a losing game. Just being around her is a high I've never known. If she knows what's good for her, she'll cut me off. Given the chance, I'll ruin her the way I've done to others. But with the bomb she just dropped, she's here to stay.

My parents warned me to never date a coworker, but did I listen? Oh, no. I thought Jackson Montgomery and I had a forever kind of thing going. We even have the cutest couple's name, PB & J, short for Presley Benson and Jackson. I guess he didn't think it was all that cute because he just broke up with me. To make matters worse, he's the newly appointed vice principal for the school where I teach drama, which makes him my boss. That probably means he won't want to make out in the prop room anymore.

My name is Zayn Bronsyn, and I think I screwed up. I wasn't supposed to fall, especially not for her. She's in a league of her own, and I'm just her brother's scumbag friend. The last time I saw her, she was thirteen with braces. Now, she's back from boarding school with an hourglass body that'll bring me to my knees. If Easton finds out I hooked up with his sister, he might actually kill me. She's too innocent, too perfect for a guy like me, but I can't resist dragging her into my messed-up world. Amelia Donovan might be the one to revive my blackened heart.

You have to be pretty desperate to consult someone referred to as the "Drunken Psychic" for insight into your perennially single status. Because tonight, after trying to make heads or tails of the psychic's mysterious pronouncements about my love life, I arrive home to find a man on my couch.

A year ago, we managed to escape the realm of monsters, unscathed. The mistake of trying to strike a bargain with the High King has been buried in the past . . . Or so we thought. Tensions rise when the people in our kingdom seek blood, claiming a beast massacred one of the villages around Hell Hold. Pitchforks burn and the fine line between good and evil blurs until it's nearly obliterated all together. However, one thing is crystal clear. We're not only gearing up for war with Heaven, but a civil war within Hell itself.