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You’ve heard the story about the best friends since childhood, the boy and girl who secretly love each other but are too scared to admit it, right? Well, have you heard the one where the twin brother of the boy steps in and kisses the girl to make his brother jealous? No? Then let me enlighten you. Wyatt Gibson has been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve loved him since we were ten. But when Wyatt left for college and I stayed back in our hometown of Newberry Springs, Texas, I gave up on the idea of us ever ending up together, even though he kissed me the night before he left.

I have my fresh start in a new town, this time a widow with a preteen daughter who rolls her eyes enough to make them stay that way. Too bad my past mistake is also here to greet me. Daxon Hellman. Town a-hole. Hot young contractor hired to build my house in the woods. It's only when I'm face-to-face with him for the first time that I realize he's the mystery man from two years ago. It's a long story of too many drinks, grief that made me resort to acting out, and an encounter in the dirty bathroom of a bar. Try as I might, I can't forget that night.

The longer Avery spends in her world, the less she remembers about Soluna. Her life is filled with visions and voices she can’t explain. In Soluna, her twin sister, Amara, is fighting to discover who is behind the demon attacks, fearful that it is someone within the castle walls.

Callan Hellman. Mr. Nice Guy paramedic. My best friend. He buys my friends flowers when he knows they've had a hard day. Who does that? Callan's the guy every girl wants to date and take home to mama. Not me though. We're just friends. Have been since elementary school. I was the weird girl who kept him laughing with my antics, even when his father abandoned his family and Callan hid those scars behind his smile. But due to my sudden medical diagnosis at twenty-four, Callan insists I move in with him.

In Denver, Ginger, the sheltered daughter of the GreenCorps leader, hops a train, escaping her lonely existence imprisoned in her father's mansion. Encountering hardship and devastating thirst, Ginger experiences the disparity between the starving, oppressed populace, and her life of privilege. Rescued by Elsa's group, she vows to help break the corporation's stranglehold. As the GreenCorps henchmen close in, the race with the key becomes desperate. If caught, Elsa and her found family face life imprisonment, or worse, execution—their one chance to change their world, lost forever.

I was captured, tortured, and held captive until I feared I would go mad. Then he brought her to me, tempting me with the taste of her blood. Our souls call out to each other, bounding us for all eternity. Only death can separate us. I don't care who you are. Touch what belongs to me, and I will wipe you from the face of this earth.

When love becomes an obsession, when love betrays; when a man's love leads to unspeakable sins. When love becomes a possibility, when love shelters; when a man's love leads to frightening revelations. Brit Delany struggles to emerge from the darkness after surviving a chilling ordeal. She is forced to come to grips with the secrets of her past. But how does she learn to trust herself? How does she trust anyone around her?

He knows what she is. She can’t deny her urges any more than she can deny him. There’s no walking away from the thrill of the kill. No turning your back on who you are at your core. At least, that’s what Besnick says.

In the past three years, Megan has only been sexually satiated a few times. A few glorious, hot, submissive times, with an emphasis on submitting. Oh, it’s not because she’s single. It’s because her sexy, dominant sculptor boyfriend, Ryan Porter, lives half a country away. She spends her time patrolling the Arctic as a Mountie, while Ryan spends his time creating art in central Ontario. Ryan bends metal and wood to his will to reveal their hidden beauty, the same way he does with her…in the bedroom.

Selina Yeltsin: black hair, pale complexion and curves for days… she’s like Snow White. If Snow White were a hired killer. Her dad was one of the biggest of the Olaf family bosses. Until Selina’s stepmother had him assassinated. Then Selina went to work for her as a hired gun. She’s polished off sixty-nine targets. Her seventieth buys her freedom. Guess who it is? Me.

An American photojournalist working on the international stage, it was easy to distance herself from her traumatic childhood. But she is now heading back to Ireland, home of those turbulent memories. Thankfully, there are friendly faces waiting for her. Two men, though last she saw them, they were the kindhearted boys who shepherded her through the worst of her dark and tumultuous days. Both look forward to her homecoming, but for far different reasons.