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The veil of safety protecting Lorna Murray’s life has been ripped away. Can Reid Murray convince her that despite the lingering darkness, the sun will rise again?

Kirby “Packy” Paquette used to be my teammate, roommate, and best friend. But everything fell apart when he slept with my ex-girlfriend. Just as we were about to start our professional hockey careers, our friendship exploded into bitter fights, damaged reputations, and a seven-year rivalry.

Rumors have swirled around Jake Cashen his whole life. Is he crazy like his father? Is it true they booted him out of the F.B.I. right after he cracked a career-making RICO case? Was he dirty? Only Jake knows, and he’s not telling. He came back to his tiny hometown at the foot of Ohio’s Blackhand Hills to serve as a deputy sheriff. He hopes to punch a clock and keep his head down until retirement. It was a solid plan—until someone put a bullet in the head of a revered county judge.

I'm going to make her my queen. One wedding. One child. Five years. Ten million dollars. Those are the terms of our contract. My offer is sound, bold, and necessary. In order to gain my inheritance, I have to have a wife. She thinks her clause will keep me from having her skin on mine. She's very wrong. The de Loughrey's rule the world, and I am their king. I get what I want, and what I want is her. I'll have her beneath me no matter what.

Charlie Hudson, an autistic 17-year-old, is determined to leave Sawyer, PA, as soon as she graduates high school - in the meantime, she works as many hours as she can at a sandwich shop called The Triple S to save money for college. But when shop owner Clay Cooper - a man who is both respected and feared by many in this economically depressed community - is found dead, each member of his staff becomes a suspect in the perplexing case. Charlie must work to protect herself and her friends, and uncover the danger that may still be at large in their tightknit community.

Hi, my name is Fisher, and I'm hooked on my dad's rival. I've been in love with Hudson Nash for years, but he's too stubborn to admit he wants me, too. For a whole bunch of stupid reasons. Like the fact that I'm too young. (What's a twenty-year gap? Age is just a number, am I right?) And a virgin. (Which he could easily fix!) And maybe not the best choice, given he and my dad hate each other. (It's not that ba—Okay, it is that bad, but our love could totally rise above, right? It would be epic!)

Angels, demons, hellhounds, Nephilim, and a whole host of other non-mortals—my pack of adopted hellhound sons sure knows how to pick a place. And yet somehow, the most interesting one of all is the sad, quiet human who's become friends with the pack. Helping people heal and learn to trust is a specialty of mine, but I don't see Josh as someone to adopt—my hellhound sees him as a mate. The problem? Josh doesn't believe in anything supernatural.

Our pasts were a part of us. Definitively. Irrevocably. Mine hijacked my dreams every night, drowning me in guilt and staining my hands red. It wasn't just a part of me, it stole a piece of me—the piece that stopped me from letting people get too close. And I'd become pretty damn good at playing the untouchable asshole card just to keep them away. But apparently, Dakota Samuels didn't get that memo.

I always thought of Silas Rush as my biggest rival on the track and a stuck-up loner off of it. He and his fancy pro career left our crappy hometown in the dust before high school even finished, and then I didn't think of him much at all. I was too busy trying to keep my little sisters from turning into addicts like our mom, and myself from turning into a rage-junkie like our dad. All while keeping food on the table. Now he's back, reminding me of all the things I don't have, just like he always did.

When my parents threatened to cut me off if I wasn't married by the time I turned 30, I thought finding a wife would be easy. But apparently, I'm not the best at dating, and almost two years later, I'm still very single. My birthday is coming up fast, and unless I want to give up the comfortable lifestyle I'm used to, I need to find someone willing to settle down quickly. I'm desperate and out of ideas, until my best friend suggests I apply for a new reality dating show.

Neil Josten is out of time. He knew when he came to PSU he wouldn't survive the year, but with his death right around the corner he's got more reasons than ever to live. Befriending the Foxes was inadvisable. Kissing one is unthinkable. Neil should know better than to get involved with anyone this close to the end, but Andrew's never been the easiest person to walk away from. If they both say it doesn't mean anything, maybe Neil won't regret losing it, but the one person Neil can't lie to is himself.

Straight guys don’t have crushes on other dudes, right? Except my roommate, Whit, is intriguing, and I find myself watching him constantly. He’s a mystery I can’t figure out and these feelings I’m having about him are confusing. Then, one night, I find myself wrapped around him, and after that, I can't get enough. But Whit has secrets. He doesn’t let people in, and the more I fall for him, the less I know. I can't let him go, though. Until I realize I’m going to be the one broken at the end of our story.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

I made it to the top, among the richest of the rich. But I have one more goal in my sights . . . to become a member of the illustrious Vanguard Society. Being a billionaire is not enough to join their ranks. I just need one thing to win their trust: A fiancée.

Fawn Reed has kissed one too many toads and has finally decided that Prince Charming doesn't exist. After countless mishaps, mistakes, and unmitigated disasters on the dating scene, she's decided to give up and move on with her life...solo. Everything changes, however, after Fawn runs into Levi Fremont, a homicide detective new to New York City.

I've crushed on the wrong person for years, all because he showed me kindness in a time when I greatly needed it. But my coach isn't interested in me, and that's a hard pill to swallow. The man who is interested turns out to be someone I talk to almost every day. He bids on a date with me at a charity auction, and I take him on an adventurous kayaking picnic date on a large, remote lake in a valley surrounded by mountains. As it turns out, I doomed our date from the beginning by not taking note of the weather report.

I'd been waiting my whole life to run. When I uncovered hidden papers detailing my inheritance, I knew my time had come. I packed my trunk full of plant babies, black nail polish, and determination. With my demons in the rearview mirror and my trauma for company, I made my way to Elmwood. The remote Maine mountain town is home to my future, a potential love interest, and a lot of really weird, possibly deadly secrets.

His Bodyguard. His Love. Maverick, know-it-all bodyguard Farrow Keene knows publicly dating American royalty comes with a great cost. Everyone wants a piece of their relationship. And as a protective boyfriend, he’s not here for the malicious hands that grab at their love life and seek to rip them apart. But Farrow is confident. He’s confident that he could’ve never prepared for the storm to come. Keep him safe. Maximoff Hale isn’t a big fan of change. And to regain the charity CEO position he lost, he agrees to a task that he’s always rejected.

Totally fake marriage. Very real feelings. When my hockey teammate, the recently widowed Tanner Chance, loses his job, he and his four kids are left with no medical coverage. So I suggest a wild idea: get married and put his family on my company’s insurance plan.

I would do anything for my best friend. Well. Almost anything. When she begs me to come on a weekend getaway so I can bond with her new boyfriend, I can't say no-no matter how badly I want to. After all, who will keep an eye on the guy; he's your stereotypical, professional football player (emphasis on PLAYER) and I don't trust him with my friend's heart.