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All JD MacGregor wants is to stay out of trouble until the new alpha is chosen. But things heat up for him when he ends up looking for clues (and his pants) at a party where the guests are far from innocent.

Intoxicating smile. Sculpted arms. To-die-for eight-pack. And enough medals on his uniform to set off airport security from a mile away. He doesn't resemble the kid who shared my tree house with me, along with every perfect memory of my childhood. He protected me—long before he protected our country.

How far will this alien go to protect the human female he loves? Rima Bhimani lives with her nose in a book and her imagination in the clouds until real life hands her an adventure she can't resist, in the form of a sexy alpha alien. Magnum's every touch sets her blood on fire. So why does he seem to fight their attraction?

Honey McCarthy is a dancer with a penchant for bad boys. When her summer job teaching ballroom classes at a family resort in the Catskills turns into a matchmaking gig for smoking hot fugitive aliens she's not sure who she can trust - the friends who have had her back all summer, or the handsome stranger who visits her dreams.

Graydon Adler: A man who's impossible to forget. Yet the first time our paths crossed on a SEAL mission—the kind that requires computer nerds like me to mingle with SEALs like him—I was so terrified that I barely remember him there. But every time after that? Oh, I remember plenty. Abs for days, shoulders that fill up a doorway, and a hard-earned SEAL trident on his uniform.

I'm not a dominatrix. I'm just a single mom struggling to pay the bills and raise my two kids. But when my sister, Kalli signs up as an escort for a demon and ends up with a billionaire demon boyfriend, I can't help wondering if I should re-think my work situation. I'm not looking for a boyfriend, but if the huge, handsome, rich minotaur wants to pay to get on his knees for me, I'd have to be stupid to turn that down, right?

I live life by my rules in my bachelor pad paradise here on the Big Island of Hawaii. Until a Ranger brother needs me to take care of his little girl while he deploys. A four-year-old cockblock in pigtails. My sex life comes to a screeching halt. Then the babysitter shows up. Annie. Smart, principled, good with kids. All the things I don't look for in a woman. I want her anyway. Annie's got a fortress of secrets surrounding her. But I'll break it down and claim her as mine.

I'm good at exactly two things: motocross racing and casual sex. Or I was good at the second one until I met Lucy Salcido. She's a reporter for MotoRacer magazine, and she's been "embedded" with my team ever since I came out of nowhere to lead the championship series this year. Having her around all the time has definitely put a crimp in my style. It's tough to pick up a new girl after every race when Lucy's there, watching me. Judging me. And it doesn't help that she's the girl I really want.

When the friends he's been sleeping with get engaged and cut him out of their lives, newly-minted small town police officer Jack Miller confesses his heartbreak to the absolute last person he should tell: his superior officer, Bryan Keene, a former Marine, volunteer firefighter, and, Jack suspects, a closet case. Keene is a really good listener. Jack finds himself confessing to even more, including the trauma that haunts him, and the distressing desires that he keeps at a distance.

For the last year, my brother and I have been on the run hiding from whoever killed our parents. The details are spotty, but Lucas thinks our father stole money from the mob and the day our parents were killed is the same day they came to collect.

I'm no prisoner. And I'm no coward. I won't stay locked away at the clubhouse hiding from those *ssholes, The Devil Saints. So I go to a bar, away from my brothers. I need a break from all the chaos. Until drama walks right through the door. Laiken. The one who got away. Or I pushed away, I can barely remember. She's looking fine in that police uniform. I wonder if she'd let me use those cuffs on her. But we can't be together. A patched member and a cop? No. But you know what they say. The heart wants what it can't have.

I have a job to do, for my club. To get information on the indictment of our rivals, the Devil's Saints. I’m going to find out how to put away those *ssholes for good. The club didn’t give me the nickname Fox for my good looks. The mission changes when I meet Harlow Carmichael. Getting involved with her is a bad idea, but I can’t get my mind off her lips, or those curves. I don’t care if she’s the daughter of the man working for the enemy. When her life is threatened, I have to decide who to save. Her or my club.

What started out as a small spark between the unlikely pair grew into a deep and intense love. After a year-long engagement, the two have finally been able to set a wedding date. It's off to Mexico for a destination ceremony on a private beach. After a heated week-long honeymoon in a tropical paradise, the two return to the real world of touring and making music together. As the newlyweds settle into married life, another twist of fate challenges their love. For once, Abby isn't able to be the rock of strength that Jake needs.

It’s my last night in New York, and the woman of my dreams is three feet away, expertly twirling a bottle of vodka behind the bar and making the perfect pour. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as Melody, with her enigmatic eyes and a gorgeous smile. All I have to do is introduce myself. And then...I choke. And my chance for something - anything - with her is gone. Months later, I think I’m dreaming when I see her doing bartender tricks here in Vermont. Now all I can think about is having those long, beautiful fingers performing their magic on my body.

Desperate and on the run from my arranged marriage to Bratva boss, Dmitri, I accept an offer to be a lonely orc's mail-order bride. Now I'm alone in a foreign country and engaged to a monster, but that is better than the alternative. I just have to pretend long enough to get my green card and make my escape. Only my new husband, Erik, makes me feel heard and cared for. He might be huge and hulky, but he's also gentle and considerate even when I push him away. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I've underestimated him.

I should be immune to a man like Dax. Tall, dark, and deadly . . . quite literally with that sexy Army Ranger scroll on his uniform. But I know firsthand the headache, the worry, the grief that can come with a Special Ops guy like him. And I'll have no part of it. Even after Dax starts living in the extra room in my house. Even when he greets me in the morning, showcasing those glorious pecs-of-perfection before I've even had my coffee. Even when I find out that the man behind that devilish grin is ten times as tempting as his flawless form.

Are some mistakes destined to be repeated? I can't help thinking it as I look at him now-feeling that surge of desire inside of me and that eerie connection that I can't explain, just like I did ten years ago. The West Point graduate I foolishly hooked up with one night in New York City has transformed into a hardened warrior-an Army Ranger and twice the panty-melting heartthrob he was back then.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend, or that's what they say. That's why I love my job as an escort with Monstrous Deals. When the billionaire property mogul who's just opened a new casino in Heartstone tracks me down and demands to be my next client, I'm thrilled. He is far more handsome than my regular clients and dangerously charming. The catch: Erserro is an ancient, deadly basilisk who can kill with a single look.

Trolls belong lurking under bridges, not in the arms of beautiful human women. That's what Hisondine tells me. He's not fooling me, though. I see the way he looks at me. I know the way he touches me. He's huge and muscled and hard as stone. But that's not the only thing about him that makes me feel safe. He treats me like I'm precious. I've been a companion to plenty of monsters, but I've never met one who makes me feel special the way he does.

I'm a SEAL. Women toss sex at me like it's free candy in a Fourth of July parade. But I'm tired of hook-ups, short-term relationships, and mindless, hedonistic sexual encounters. No, wait. Scratch that last one. Point is, I want the kind of woman who will stick. Yeah, she'll drool at the sight of my standard-issue pecs and eight-pack, but she'll also put up with the baggage of Navy SEAL life.