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In the far reaches of space, you have to keep your guard up to survive. But this gorgeous alien warrior is breaking down my defenses. Three years ago, alien raiders abducted me from Earth. I escaped to a remote trading planet, where I’ve scraped by and kept my identity as a human hidden...until one day, I get caught stealing from a mysterious warrior named Rok. Aliens are dangerous and untrustworthy. Or at least, that’s what I’ve always thought. But Rok is different. Despite being furious that I took something from him, he doesn’t hurt me.

Bitsy Walker is a woman in control. She eats 1200 calories a day, prepares three rounded meals on a budget, runs her own cleaning business, and never leaves the house with an unmade bed. When her ex-husband crashes back into her immaculate world, her daughters fall in love with their father all over again. Rumors of joint custody surface, driving Bitsy to the edge of dieting desperation. Can she handle losing control without giving into binge eating? Or will losing the battle make everything unravel—even her?

Ripley Griever has been locked away for 21 years, afraid of what the world would do with her unpredictable magic. But when Fletcher Darkly breaches the walls of her tower to rescue her, she breaks her mother's loyalty to save him from her grips. Now, they must escape through treacherous terrain and malevolent creatures to reach the Kingdom of Elizy to fix her magic before the Cidris hunters capture her for her blood.

To the fae of the Sorcen Court, Princess Allina Kingsdaughter is a traitor and a fugitive, inevitably claimed by the same madness that cost her father his crown and his life. Ensnared by the lies of her uncle, the reigning Sorcen King, they will never know the truth of her betrayal.

He's a hot-headed hockey star. A grump with a broody glare. Hater of playing by the rules. Bigger hater of figure skaters like me. And now, my new fake boyfriend. I've spent my entire life working for a shot at Nationals, but when my figure skating partner gets an injury right before the biggest...

In the depths of the underground city of Grimhold, twenty-one-year-old Arabella yearns for the open spaces in the world above, even though the toxic air and the winged enemies in the sky are a threat to her life. Stay hidden. Stay quiet. And survival will be easy. Until Shaw, a Skylark, finds her.

What do a grumpy goalie, a British billionaire, and a cinnamon roll firefighter have in common? They all want me. I've always been the feisty sidekick who's up for anything. So, after I'm trapped in an elevator with the gorgeous grump Blake Wilder, Mr. Hockey himself, I'm willing to listen to...

When Alexios Vox appears on my doorstep looking like the butler lead in a popular anime, the last thing I expect is for him to invite me into the Villain Protection Program. My first mission? Foster the child he and Mr. Cheekbones Kidnapper Extraordinaire stole. Do I want to protect a villain? No. Not even a little bit. But do I want the opportunity to finally adopt a child? Yes. Even if the price Alexios demands in return for making this possible… is everything I have.

Calliope Thorne is a good girl. A straight-A student, a rule follower, and an aspiring ballerina. But most of all, she’s a good sister to her four older brothers. Brothers whom she loves and adores to pieces. Brothers who love and adore her to pieces in return. And who hate just one and one thing only – Reed Jackson.

An animal under the sheets. That’s what his exes claimed about Steven Sinclair on national TV. He’s super successful, scheduled, and has rules about dating. And he’s my soon-to-be sister-in-law Quinn’s brother. I’m only in Chicago for the wedding and to watch my niece for the week...but now he’s staying with me, too. The aching is too much...the heat too hot...the craving on the cusp of exploding. But the sins of his father have consequences in Steven’s life. And that means mine as well.

Doctoral student Holland Reeves may have aced every class she's ever taken, but when it comes to life outside her lab, she's beginning to realize she doesn't have one. In fact, she has more meaningful relationships with test tubes and pipettes than with people. Wishing to change that, she reluctantly agrees to attend an old friend's wedding. The only problem is, it means she has to return to Paradise. The small coastal town that once upon a time lived up to its name, that was, until he—Porter Clairborne—left her without even saying goodbye.

I had to run. It was that, or marry a man my father auctioned me to when I was a little girl. I knew my father wouldn't make it easy, but color me surprised when he sent Caelian Del Rossa to find me. The man is a menace. Arrogant. Infuriating. Enigmatic. He thinks he's my knight in shining armor. I'm convinced he's nothing more than my father's retriever. Turns out my father asked the Dark Sovereign for help to get him out of the deal and me out of a marriage from hell. Their solution? Marry Caelian instead.

What does a billionaire hockey player and a down and out dog walker have in common? Sabien: Nothing besides my dog—unless you count the sizzling attraction between us. Which makes our arrangement to live together and carry off a fake relationship all the more ridiculous. But I desperately need to give the appearance of settling down and she needs a place to live after being evicted, so my agent—under loud protest—goes along with the deal and writes up a contract.

Link: I'd never heard of a real life matchmaker before, but grandma insists on introducing me to one and makes sure it's really real when she tells me I'm her matchmaker's new client . . . Normally, I'd do anything for grandma, but this is a big ask. Because I'm not ready to settle down. Not even close. I'm a twenty-something rising star in the NHL—otherwise known as a chick-magnet.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.

When Ruby Young discovered that her Boston apartment was haunted, she did what any reasonable person would do: befriend the ghost. Their relationship overcame a shaky start—Cordelia Graves never wanted a roommate in life; she certainly didn’t want one in death. After working together to solve a few murders, the two are close friends, but there’s a lingering question neither of them have been able to answer: what led to Cordelia’s death?

Armed with a sinful past and an equally sinful body, Jackson Knight absolves his vow of celibacy to pursue Sergeant Monaghan’s unsuspecting older housekeeper. Ryn Middleton, on the cusp of turning 40, with a snarky daughter, a killer dog, and an abusive ex-husband, finds Jackson’s advances humorous and unbelievable. After intense negotiations including Vera Wang, Ed Sheeran, and sex four times a day, Ryn accepts Jackson’s marriage proposal on their first date.

A farmboy and a techie meet up on tour. They couldn't be more different. But together, they're hotter than an overclocked computer chip. I didn't mean to bring my dog to my mother's stuffy fundraiser. Okay, I might have needed the excuse to get back to my artificial intelligence research, but I never meant for Bilbo Baggins to escape. And I really didn't count on a sexy lumberjack rescuing my lactose-intolerant dog from the Gorgonzola.

Noah Malone is back in his hometown for a short break from his stunt work, but his mother’s set on convincing him to settle down in Green Valley so he can give her grandbabies like the good Lord intended. Not only is she pushing him to help out at the Donner Bakery decorating cookies, but her matchmaking is relentless.

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…