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NICOLE: Some men are just off-limits. Like Royce Collins (aka 'Coach'), who's not only seventeen years older than me but has the sweetest little girl I'm in no shape to be around. She's defiant, calls out BS when she sees it, and hates any woman Coach brings around . . . yep, we'd get along just fine! ROYCE: Some women are just off-limits. Like Nicole Kane, whose twin brother captains the NHL team I coach. And whose dark past makes her a questionable choice to hire as my six-year-old's new nanny.

For seven long years, Master Vampire Luukas Kreek has vowed to take revenge on the raven-haired witch that has taken his power—and his sanity. The witch with the face of an angel. Emaciated and weak, he desperately tries to hold on long enough to get his revenge. But with one taste of her blood, a single word bursts through his fragile psyche…MINE.

Coming to Stonewell University was the beginning of a fresh start. But in my second year, all of that changes. Because of him. The moment we collide, everything is put in jeopardy. He wants to burn down what I've built. He wants me corrupted and dragged into blackness just like him. And he's not alone. His two dark soldiers are right by his side. Together, they're known as Hex. Once you're marked by them, your life is cursed beyond saving. Levi Knight: Hellraiser. Volatile and tormented, vengeance courses like poison through his veins.

Cara Call never expected her life to take such a dramatic turn after she fell in love with her wicked alien captor, Devix. Now, after escaping Sarkon’s grasp, they are building their lives together on the peaceful colony of Rozun. Then, their lives change forever when Cara discovers she’s pregnant. With a difficult and potentially dangerous pregnancy ahead, Devix takes Cara to the only place he knows they can get help: his home planet of Luxiria. The same planet he was wrongly exiled from, accused of a heinous crime he didn't commit.

After three years of dancing at the best club in Minneapolis, I'm forced to return to my hometown. Pregnant. Single. And my only skill is twirling around a pole. I return to my old job, dancing with one goal. To save enough money to provide for my child. But night after night, he becomes...

When the bounty hunter babes escaped from the Dothvek planet, they took their barbarian mates with them (and some babies on the way). Now, the crew is returning to the alien homeworld for the holidays, but they're in for much more than a desert version of yuletide cheer!

Seven years. That’s how long it takes to get over your sister’s boyfriend. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t want him anymore or that she’s moved onto the next. What matters is that now I can’t go anywhere near Christopher Onasis. It’s a good thing I have distractions to keep my thoughts off the sexy dark-blond baseball player. Distractions like my mother’s upcoming wedding. That is, until I find out more about the wedding party. We’ve had a change in the roster…and guess who just showed up as the new best man?

Stowing away on the enemy ship to sabotage it may not have been Tori’s best idea, but she meant for it to be a solo mission. She never planned for a huge Dothvek warrior to come along for the less-than-pleasant ride. And why did it have to be Vrax, the arrogant barbarian who gets under her skin so much? When he gets captured and offloaded to an alien slave market, she knows she can’t leave him behind. But can she save him from the notorious slavers and get back to her crew on the sand planet?

Someone is after me. And in typical Hidden Creek High fashion, the list of suspects is deeper than my feelings for Wes. Oh, he's on that list, too, trust me. He swears by his promise to protect me. But when things get worse, he's darker than I ever thought possible. I live in a world where friends are enemies and enemies are friends. And just when I think I'm about to figure it out, I'm the one being accused of something insane.

What could make things worse for me? One name. Weslee freakin' Jackson. The worst of the worst. The one I'm told by EVERYONE to stay away from. Which should be easy, right? NOPE. He's everywhere I go. Stalking me? Maybe. Dark brooding eyes trying to devour me? All the time.

Six years ago, my life was shattered to pieces. Now, it's happening all over again. I thought that information was true power. But as awful secrets come to light, it's clear it's also pain. He's pulled me back in. He's started something that can't be undone. Now, they're coming for us. History is repeating. They want us to crawl. But we're different now. This time, monsters will weep, and false kings will fall.

To break a heart is easy. All you have to do is reach in, wrap your blood-covered hands around it, and pull. This happened to me. Two hands, both red as my hair, did this exact thing. Tore it away like it wasn't made for me. Maybe it was his to take? Because years on, with those same blood-red hands, he still has it. In his clenched fists. And he won't give it back. But the real question is, do I want it back? He is dangerous, uncontrollable, and downright sexy. I fell for it all, but, in the end, he didn't catch me. He let me fall.

Wes might be all I have at the moment, good or bad. He's as wild as ever, and I know it's my fault. He's not made for love, and I'm not made to be pushed around. Together, it's explosive - in more ways than one. And when I set my sights on revenge, I have to keep it close to my heart.

Even though Murphy’s thrilled to be with Sophie, the consequences of their relationship - and the temptations outside of it - force him to consider everything he knows about love.

Ready to leave hch for good? #check. Throwing my middle fingers up on my way out the doors? #check. Making sure every b*tch who deserves it pays? #check. Finding out all the truth, even the ones I may not want to know? #triplecheck. And here I thought I could finally get away from my past. But nope. It's like a f*cking revolving door. And to top it off, I'm at a funeral saying goodbye to someone I never thought I would have to say goodbye to. The lines of right and fair no longer exist. It's every guy, girl, and rotten whore for themselves in this town.

I’ve stayed hidden for years on this unstable alien planet. Humans are being abducted left and right, forced into breeding, and kept in cages like pets. I didn’t survive a career as a paramedic in violent downtown Chicago to be stuffed into a cage, thanks. I’ve already been abducted once, and I’ll die before it happens again. I’m a masked healer now, with the only apothecary on Tevron. I’ve got a bigger secret than being human… and it’s one every skin trader in the universe would kill to find out. I have to keep my secret safe… and I was doing fine until the alien cop detained me. Tempted me.

I own the runway. Until my nipple pops out of my dress during New York Fashion Week and it suddenly owns me. Being called a worthless gutter slut by a fuming designer is the least of my problems. My career is swirling around the toilet like the other models’ lunches. Until smoking hot Tate Decker steps in with a crazy idea about how his magazine can maybe salvage my livelihood.

In the year 1818, Kerah has inherited an Egyptian merchant business, the estate, and the mines. She is plunged into an entirely new world after a ruthless betrayal shatters her charmed life. After a tremendous loss and a violent storm at sea, she finds herself at the mercy of a charismatic and handsome foreigner. The Scotsman is determined to keep her by his side. She has other plans. Circumstances dictate that she must accompany strangers to Scotland. Kerah finds herself completely out of her element and unexpectedly surrounded by blood and death.

The West continues its precipitous decline. The ancient, magnificent, awe inspiring Christian Churches which had taken centuries to build are burning all over Europe, and that tragedy and violence on the streets are becoming so commonplace that it barely is mentioned by the media. Even the most egregious terrorist outbreaks are passed over by politicians as something which occurs in big cities and the indigenous population should simply get used to it.

Eric’s wife Nancy is a retired oncology nurse and worked over 30 years at City of Hope National Medical Center in Duarte, California. Nancy told Eric that he needed to learn more about his birth father and about his risk factors for his health based on his genetic background. As a result of this dynamic research and investigation, this became a story of a life with many intriguing twists and turns. Many secrets were brought to light through oral tradition, genetic testing, and Eric’s intuitive and inquisitive nature.