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Duke Donovan's despot and dictator clients pay him handsomely for the information he provides through psychic and tarot card readings. When not helping others to overthrow the world, or walking his golden retriever, Duke picks up stray men off the New York City streets; artists, musicians, writers, and actors, usually, and nudges their careers forward while sharing his bed with them. His latest find, Broadway conductor, Sam Teak, begins mysteriously poisoning Duke's butler, Malcolm. Duke has secrets, too, and there's a ghost haunting him because of them.

Shocked by an act of bravery, and intrigued by a stranger's good looks and demanding demeanor, Emily Stewart agrees to let a man walk her to her car. She had no idea at the time that this was exactly what Jackson Shephard had hoped for. Jackson "Big Jack" Shephard rides with the Hell's Fury MC. He's big, not afraid of any man, and goes to great lengths to provide protection to his club brothers and those he loves. He lives by a code most men couldn't begin to understand. He's faithful in life and love, and he never breaks a promise.

The secrets I’m keeping are catching up with me. I’ve tried to keep my life as simple as possible out of necessity and for my and my sister's safety. I’ve kept my virginity, focused on my grades, and stayed away from trouble. But the desire to live a normal life is beginning to override everything else. All I can think about are the three hottest hockey players at Loxley Prep, especially once they start pursuing me.

My name's Sebastian Black, and I want to buy you. I could have any woman I want, but I choose you. No relationship, just sex. Here's my offer...I'll put your name in my little black book, and when I want you, I'll call you. When I call, you're going to come, in more ways than one. It will be mutually pleasurable for both of us. There are only two rules: don't ever deny me. Don't fall in love. If you do either, I'll remove you from my book and payment stops. Do we have an understanding?

Teasing Chance Williams was supposed to be fun. A way for Maddox to show him she wasn’t who he initially thought. And maybe even loosen him up some. It was definitely not supposed to end with him dragging her to the laundry room and showing her what all those stiff suits he liked to wear were really covering up.

Milena Wellington, general manager of the Wellington Plaza, may have been raised in a world of privilege, but she's worked hard for her professional success, and she's not about to let anyone take that from her. The problem? Her love life is in shambles, she's sleeping on her friend's couch, her coworkers are constantly plotting behind her back, and she's stalking an intense, slightly arrogant, tattooed firefighter she had a one-night stand with.

How bad can a blind date with a vampire really be? The last thing Ryan Harding needs is his brother setting him up on dates with random women. Yes, he’s been avoiding relationships and burying himself in work, but come on, a blind date? Surely things aren’t that desperate. Still…the cute blonde at the bar is pretty amazing. Kind of sexy as hell. Why did he think a blind date was so bad again?Grace Stanhope has no interest in dating mortals, but she owes her best friend one hell of a favor.

Enter a world of saints & sinners with this collection of steamy audiobooks from bestselling author Maria Luis. From light-hearted contemporary to dark and dangerous romantic suspense, you'll be swept off your feet.

She was my foster sister, her luxurious house the only home I'd ever known. I fell in love with Evie before her doctor parents signed my adoption papers. They threw me out the day they caught us. Now I'm Dr. Jones, so far removed from who I used to be, it seems like a bad dream. I tell myself nothing can touch me. Until I see the residency roster at Alpine University Hospital. There's only two incoming neurosurgery residents each year. This year it's Landon Jones - and Evie Rutherford.

The sequel to Third Time Lucky, following Grady and Lake as they navigate their new relationship.

Trust didn't always go both ways, and Grady Donehue had learned that the hard way. He hadn't learned better after the first betrayal, but he wasn't going to make the same mistake a third time. Striking up a strange friendship with the equally strange–and straight–soldier, Lake, who had sunshine in his eyes? Grady could do that. He could even handle helping Lake figure out he might not be so straight after all, in a very hands-on way. But falling in love? No, thanks.

I’ve known my entire life that everyone in Hell wants me dead. They fear me. Not because I’m the Devil’s daughter—well, okay, that may be part of it—but because they think I’m a bad omen. My father was prophesied to have a son. Then I came along, and every resident in Hell believes I’m the beginning of their end. I’m the female version of my father. I’m ruthless because I have to be. I’m a killer, because it’s kill or be killed, and I sure as Hell don’t want to die.

My father has never really supported my dance career. I can't wait to get out from under his rule and live my own life. But I'd never wish him dead.

Flash Mob follows famed Broadway director and choreographer Jericho Taylor as he mounts a revival of 42nd Street and produces a series flash mobs. Taylor discovers and falls in love with fresh-from-the-Midwest triple threat, Billy Lake and places the young man at the center of his flash mobs, which become a viral sensation. The seemingly spontaneous flash mob dance events are designed to counter the public's fear caused by a string of terrorist bombings in the New York City area.

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...and I just got married. I was sick of Netflix and chilling, hanging out, catfishing, ghosting. So I signed up with a married-at-first-sight matchmaking service. We did it. We’re married. He’s mine. I’m his. Except... We barely know each other. We’ve never lived together. Turns out I’m an early bird, and he’s a night owl. He works nights and I work all day. His parents keep asking when we’re having kids, while mine keep emailing me the names of divorce lawyers. Women everywhere want to get in his pants, including his omnipresent ex....

My name is Courtney Jane Salinger...and I'm sick of games. Sick of the Friday night bar-scene-cum-meat-market. Sick of awful dates and one-night stands, booty calls and guys who don’t call back, mixed messages or no messages and - and - and...I'm sick of all of it. I’m done. It's too hard, and worse: little by little, it's making me hard. It's breaking my heart. What do I want? That's easy. I want a house in suburbia with a white picket fence. I want babies to buckle into a minivan. But most of all, I want to be married. I want a husband.

The boy next door. That's what he was. Dash Frasier - my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything. No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That's why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me. Now I'm older. Wiser. I've just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project? You guessed it.

Brooklyn James should know better. Born into Hollywood royalty, the brooding prince has a reputation as being a player. A manwhore. A womanizer. Adoring fans are his thing. His best friend's little sister is not. Even thinking about her the way he is isn't cool. Not cool at all. And yet every time she pouts those sexy lips at him, she turns him inside out. Makes him harder than he's ever been. Drives him to the brink of insanity.

Laura Stone was the hottest author of erotic fiction in the country but also the most elusive. Known only by her pen name, there wasn't a person alive who wasn't dying to discover her true identity. And I, Killian Turner, knew exactly where to find her. Her real name was Kate O'Malley, and I fully intended on learning every dirty secret she had to exploit for my own gain. After all, isn't that what journalists do? But I underestimated my prey. I didn't anticipate how her lips could seduce me or the touch of her body against mine would eventually become my ultimate undoing.

She was not dating Ryan Kennedy. Period. End of story. It didn't matter that the sexy firefighter was so drop-dead gorgeous that women's eggs dropped at the sight of him. But not hers. Nope. Grace had things to do—finishing med school and keeping her nose clean for her upcoming residency match, to name a few—and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone derail her this time. He could try all he wanted, it was not happening. No matter how broad his shoulders were. Or how perfectly styled his messy hair was. Or what his sexy grin did to her insides. It. Was. Not. Happening. It couldn't.