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My new role as the social media content manager for the Silverbacks is a dream come true—except for my ex being the team's quarterback. Then there's Rogan O'Rourke, the backup QB with the smoldering blue gaze and irresistible smile—who's proving to be an unexpected complication. Although he's battling for the starting spot on the field, it seems he's also vying for my attention. His flirtatious advances feel like a game I can't win, and he's doing his best to turn my life upside down.

Beginning innocently enough in his 20s, Neal Pollack discovers that pot makes everything - food, music, sex - better. Getting married, having a kid, and enjoying professional success didn't tamp down Pollack's addiction. As cannabis grew stronger and more widely available, Pollack's dependence was shadowed by the expansion and acceptance of the marijuana Big Business. Sober after joining a 12-step program, Neal outed himself publicly as a marijuana addict in a 2018 New York Times op-ed piece.

Brenden Sanderson is known in his small town for his sunny personality and being friends with everyone. But when he accidentally tells his adopted daughter's grandparents that he's in a serious relationship right before they announce an unexpected visit, he goes into panic mode.

One night in a deserted airport terminal, and I knew I needed more. One kiss, and I was all in. Then she ghosted me, and I don’t know why. It was a kiss that branded me, scared me, could even ruin me if I were that guy searching for a happily ever after. But that’s never been me. I’m not hiding from the paparazzi in my brother’s home, secretly searching for the one that got away. I’m not wandering frozen city streets, hoping I’ll see her again. And I’m definitely not that guy who relies on a crazy old lady and her tarot cards to find a girl. That’s not me. Until it is.

My name is Gwen, and I’m a succubus with a control problem. Except, I didn’t create this mess. And the only one who believes me is the ruling monarch who has spent the last two decades helping me master my sinful nature. Lord Zebulon. The dangerously sexy demonic king of North America.

When my chiseled-by-God boss calls me to his office, I think I'm about to get fired. But instead, CEO Bryce Hollis proposes. Marry him for six months, fix his playboy reputation so he won't lose his company, and collect a giant bag of cash. I'm game. How hard could it be? Answer: very. Because from the moment he kisses me at our fake wedding, I know my V-card won't last long. Neither will the wall I built around my heart. When two pink lines show up on the pregnancy test stick, I'm toast. Because I want more than just pretend from Bryce. I want him to love me—and our baby—for real.

Taking over the family farm in our small town was the only future I knew. The never-ending work left me with no social life and my virginity intact. Until my childhood rival graced us with his presence and was convinced he could help me with my... problem. Owen Ramsey was an elite professional baseball player who left Ashfield without a backward glance. But when he was left at the altar, he sought refuge back in our town. I hated how he could simultaneously make my heart race and my hands fist. And I really despised how good he looked in a pair of baseball pants.

Why was he here? It could only mean one thing . . . They were coming for me because Liam was never supposed to find me . . . ever. I'd been a puff of smoke for so long. A ghost. Now . . . Yesterday, I had this hope I could have a future with Raid and the Ravage MC. Today, my world is shattered by his arrival. One man from the past and one man from the present colliding in an explosion of jealousy, possessiveness, and maybe . . . love? Both want nothing more than to protect me and I could be their very demise. Except, these two men aren't strangers. Raid and Liam share a past all their own.

I’m used to demons and voodoo. What I was not prepared for was my life turning into a fairytale, complete with the Wicked Step Mother. My awful step mother is the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She’s always hated me for being a Succubus. It just got a hundred times worse after my father died mysteriously. I inherited the family company, but I can’t remove her as VP because she’s made the entire board into her zombies.

Playing house with a secret-keeping heiress was not how I envisioned helping when my brothers called me. My expertise is the dirty work, not glorified babysitting. Now Nova Blaine is here in this tiny town. Invading my home, my thoughts, and turning my carefully controlled existence upside down. I’m tasked with finding her assailant, an assignment that requires me to stay close. Something I’ve gotten good at avoiding at all costs. I keep even my family at arm’s length. It’s safer that way. But there’s something about her that makes me feel protective, that makes me want to get closer.

Dixon Beckett is the kind of guy who loves his mama, treats women right, and never ever wants to fall in love again. That’s why he’ll do anything to win a bet to be the last single man standing by Christmas. He’s got a plan, too. Create the most no-good, horrible, very bad dating profile in existence. Only someone actually responds to his ad....

So I may be in the Last Single Man Standing competition with my cousins, but five minutes around Kinsey was all it took to take myself out. Who cares about bragging rights when you’ve just found the woman you’re going to marry? Sure, she may work for my biggest competitor. Sure, she’s not dating right now. Sure, she’s my sister’s best friend and I’ve been sworn off her. But somehow she agrees to go on six fake dates to help me save face in this competition.

They say you never forget your first. Jagger Cruz, the popular, gorgeous, athletic heartbreaker, was my introduction to college flings. Over the years, I’ve tried to pay no attention to every wicked rumor I heard about him, even though deep down I knew they weren’t just rumors. Unable to face the consequences of what we’d done, if we were ever in close quarters, I ran in the other direction. If we were coincidentally put in the same class, I dropped it. Avoidance was the name of the game and so far I was winning. That is, until we’re assigned the same apartment.

I had a past. It was dark. It was ugly. It was my dirty secret. No one knew the weight of the burdens that nearly consumed me. I lived with a singular focus-seeking revenge on my father. Then, the new girl Jolee Ward moved into the apartment above me and shattered my carefully constructed world. We were like oil and water...until we weren't. Then, we detonated like gasoline and fire, but the inferno threatened to destroy us both.

Heading to a teachers' conference hundreds of miles away from my small town should have been a nice break. Until I was propositioned by a stranger to be his wife for the next six months. And for whatever reason, I said yes.

But then one day, I was invited out by Willow—the younger tattoo artist who works for me—and the chemistry between us was undeniable. That night, after we parted ways, I found her sleeping on the streets, so I insisted she come home with me. The more time I spend with her, getting to know her, the more I fall for her The only problem is that Willow has been through hell and back, losing everyone close to her, and the only chance I have at making her mine is to prove that I’m in this forever.

When billionaire Marsh's octogenarian grandmother summons him home for an urgent family dinner, he dreads being force-fed every embarrassing truth about his family he's tried to forget. Never mind that Thanksgiving weekend was when he planned to propose to his girlfriend, Jada, who knows nothing of the nine-figure fortune Marsh has hidden her away for years. But the money may be the least of his problems - there's a reason why he's never brought Jada to Connecticut.

All I want for my birthday is to find my magic and maybe get my first kiss. But that’s pretty hard to do when rumors fly around that my girly bits are cursed. I've lived among witches ever since my mother dropped me off. That was the last I ever saw of her. For most of my life, my aunt cared for me, raised me, and hid me from the world. My world. Until she can’t anymore. My mates have found me. All three of them. If these wolf shifters claim that I am theirs, that can only mean one thing—I’m not a witch, I’m a wolf shifter, too.

Falling in love when you’re a teenager isn’t supposed to shape your life, but it has defined us. I was fifteen when I fell for the boy with stars in his eyes. At seventeen, desperate to fight the currents pulling us apart and against our families’ wishes, I married him. Determined to make it work, I headed to college while he moved across the country, each chasing our own dreams. Falling in love was easy. Making it work was the hard part.

Thelma Foy, a jeweler with the Second Sight in iron-bedecked 1890s New Orleans, wasn't expecting to be caught in a faery conflict. Tam can see through the glamours faeries wear to hide themselves from mortals, but if her secret were revealed, the fey would steal her eyes, her life, or her freedom. So, Tam doesn't respond when they trail thorn-crusted fingertips through her hair at the French Market or when the Dark King sings along with her in the bayou. But when the Dark King, Irial, rescues her, Tam must confront everything she thought she knew about faeries, men, and love.