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Elyse Ledger doesn't do love—not anymore. Her focus is firmly on her career and family. Between managing her parents and siblings and planning elaborate weddings at her family's winery, her schedule is packed, leaving no room for a personal life. So when her high school sweetheart returns to Red Mountain as the town's new deputy sheriff, she's determined to keep her distance—no matter how good he looks in uniform.

Three King Heirs battle to protect their dynasty, but will love send them straight to the penalty box?

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.

The alien lord holding me prisoner is the most powerful being I've ever encountered. A winged immortal who can kill with a mere wave of his hand. He's arrogant and alien. Demanding and dangerous. Brutal, even beautiful, though I hate him too much to admit it. He hates me, too. But even though my captor despises me, he needs me. He requires a bride for political reasons, and he makes me an offer I have no choice but to accept. Marry him, play the part of his happy wife, and he'll give me the one thing I want most—my freedom.

I was nine years old when I claimed Charlie King as mine. We were in love—high school sweethearts—until one devastating day when it all fell apart. Two years later, she's back in my life and needs a place to live. Sure, she's infuriating, and her kissable, smart mouth keeps me on my toes, but her being in my space falls into my plan to get her back. Charlie doesn't want anything to do with me, but I'll be damned if I let her walk out of my life again. Even if it means the dark secrets of my past will come rushing back to haunt us both.

Grace Bianchi has always been drawn to men who are allergic to relationships. But when a mysterious man walks into her shop, saving her from a disaster, she finds herself wondering… is he different than the others? Ryder Cooper is fumbling his way through life. He’s been lost since his wife passed away, leaving him to raise two young children alone. But when he meets a beautiful tattoo artist with a zest for life, she makes him wonder…could he love again?

We’ll never run away. There won’t be stars or a blue sky filled with heaven staring down on us. All we have is death and destruction. A life sentence, forced to survive within the absence of our love. Until five years later. “Death isn’t waiting for Calder—it’s listening for his instruction."

Life at Bainbridge Hall is everything I feared it would be, yet these bastards have me in a chokehold. With each passing day, I struggle with my growing affection for them. The lines I drew in the beginning have begun to blur. I should've left… back before feelings were involved. From the moment I met them, I was intrigued, but nothing about our situation is simple. Every time they touch me, another broken piece is mended. And now, everything I want is wrapped up in three unruly men.

I’ve played every game the Devil’s trio wanted. I’m willing to give them everything, but I want in. On their revenge. On my revenge. I’m done being other people’s pawn. Too bad I’m not the only one keeping secrets. But halfway through, the rules change. We’re not playing for fun anymore, we’re playing for keeps. I just have to trust my guys aren’t running their own game. The only ones who can break me now are my own devils.

Davian Stark is beautiful, twisted, cruel, and he's going to die—by my hand. He's one of the elites of the Dark Sovereign. A bloodthirsty mafia assassin and a hunter fueled by his need for the chase. If I want to get close to him, I have to give him something to hunt—me. He made a mistake by letting me survive my family's massacre. I've trained, fed my hate, and now, I'm ready to strike. But Davian isn't just a killer. He's complex, compelling, a man who opens something dark inside me. While I play him, he's playing me. It's a twisted game of hunter versus prey. Question is… Which one am I?

The longer I live at Bainbridge Hall, the more apparent it is that someone is out to get me. They know too much and are determined to use my worst fears against me. As my memories rise to the surface, they bring with them vivid reminders of what I've lived through.

The dark side of the porn industry has bred a monster with a penchant for recreating "classic" scenes. And Larry isn't the first actor The Doll has kidnapped to make his twisted "film".

I'm wanted. On the lam, running from the law and my mistakes. The house tucked into the trees seems safe—an excellent place to hide out. Once inside, I find something unexpected. A nurse that can do more than heal my wounds. But the longer I'm awake, the more reality starts to blur, and I can't tell what's real and what's not anymore. Plagued by ill fantasies and temptation, I try to keep her safe from me. It works until the lines between us also begin to blur.

When Skye Tremont runs into her sexy former flame, Tripp Daniels, she’s reminded of the baby pact they’d made years ago … If she was single and childless by the age of thirty, he’d step in and be her baby daddy and fulfill her dream of having a child. Now, after a bitter divorce that has left her guarding her heart, and wanting only one thing, Skye is ready to take Tripp up on his promise. When he’s one of the bachelors up for bid at a charity auction, it’s the perfect opportunity to have him all to herself for a weekend of baby making fun, as long as he agrees to her terms.

It’s the day of the Hunt, and I've always known it would decide my future. The man who brings the largest stag to the feet of my father will win my hand in marriage. My oldest friend and the greatest hunter in Aetherus is favored to win, and we've planned our entire lives together. That is, until the Reaper, the monster who haunts the trees, arrives with the largest stag in the forest and claims me as his own.

After four years of secret meetings and stolen moments, I finally plucked up the courage to confess my feelings. Instead of admitting the same, he chose to humiliate me in front of the world, betraying me in the process. The internet coined me the Runaway Girl. But all he wanted was for me to run back to him. I left him in my rearview and never planned on turning back. If only he kept to his word and stayed there.

The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to forget what happened that night so I could move on with my life. An impossible feat, considering the demons of the past refuse to let me go. Jumping head-first into the unknown seems like a good place to start.So I move out of my childhood home and away from the pain lurking around every corner. It would have been a great start if not for my new next-door neighbor, who slightly resembles a Yeti. His attitude does little to convince me he’s not.

I've been called many things, most of which are true. But when you're an outlaw, you wear those words like badges of honor on your cut. I grew up in the Devil's Skull MC. It's all I know. It's all I've ever wanted to be.

No one knows the real me. The ruined girl. The scarred woman. Not even Sebastian knows how many broken pieces I have to keep together. But he does. The stranger who doesn't pry or care about my past. The masked man who helps me escape my troubled mind by taking me down a forbidden path. A dark path. Just when I think my life can't get any more complicated, I meet Gabriel King. My future father-in-law. That's when a truly twisted journey begins, and the consequences are darker than I ever imagined.

Crushes are harmless—unless they involve your best friend’s grumpy, off-limits brother. Gannon Brewer is the epitome of my type. He’s at least ten years older than me, emotionally unavailable, and highly disagreeable—a walking red flag in a tailored suit. But do I listen to that? No. In fact, when his office plants start dying, I convince myself that I can ignore the pheromones and save the philodendron. Now I’m in his office every week, dodging sinful smirks and heated stares, reminding myself to reach for the watering can—not him. But one “ivy incident” changes everything.