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La Lune Noire is a haven for the corrupt. My resort, my world, my life. And Zara West is here to blow it up. If only that were enough of a reason to stop thinking about the stunning assassin, but ever since she arrived, with her mahogany hair, quick wit, and cherry obsession, I’ve been consumed. My infatuation aside, I never lose control. No matter what she’s here for, she’ll leave empty-handed. Never underestimate the house edge.

I once thought one of my ruthless boys could be the killer I’m hunting. They’re all dark, deadly, and more than capable of brutality. But now, I’m held by the King I’ve been stalking in the shadows, and when I unmask him, he’ll realize he made a huge mistake in taking my brother from this world.

"Elsie Silver's writing is a true revelation!" ALI HAZELWOOD --- Grumpy cowboys and steamy romance . . . Welcome to Chestnut Springs: the big-hitting, small-town series from TikTok sensation Elsie Silver. Perfect for fans of Devney Perry, Lucy Score and B.K. Borison. Beau Eaton is the town...

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

Hot-headed. Stubborn. Absolutely no impulse control. That's who I am, according to my brothers and business partners. We run one of the top companies in the country, and we're growing fast. When I start interviewing for a key position, my brothers firmly advise me against hiring Kinley. Of course, I hire her anyway, and not just because she's insanely gorgeous.

I've always lived a structured life. Every box was checked, every decision planned, right down to the color-coded polos in my closet. Neat, orderly, by the book—just like I was raised. It's what made Salem and me so good together. But it didn't stop her from hating me. It didn't stop the news about my adoption from shattering everything I thought I knew. And it sure as hell didn't prepare me for the questions rising from the truth: about who I am, what I want, and who I've been pretending to be. I don't even recognize the man in the mirror anymore. But maybe I never really knew him at all.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

Get in. Get paid. Get the hell out. That’s the plan. Scotland’s rolling hills are calling me home, and this job is just another stop along the way. But being her bodyguard is harder than expected. Keeping tabs on a fiercely independent lass who refuses to follow the rules? Nearly impossible. Then my cold, blackened heart starts to thaw as I watch her dirty little shows. She’s maddening, bratty, and curvy in all the right ways. Ach, what am I doing? And what happens when my compass home begins pointing toward her instead?

Stone was my best friend. My protector. My everything. Until he wasn’t. Kids like us didn’t have the best life, riddled with trauma, bounced around in a system that didn’t want us and couldn’t handle us. In our darkest hours, we had each other. Until we didn’t. We tried to hold on to what little we had. Maneuvering the rough waters of our circumstance. Until I couldn’t.

I already had a life. A future. A man I'd promised forever to. But the night I found Chase Rhodes—bleeding, broken, and more lost than I was—everything changed. I wasn't supposed to let him in. Wasn't supposed to write music with him in secret beneath the moon. What started as a quiet escape became something unstoppable. Our songs caught fire, and now the whole world knows our names. Music has a way of pulling the broken together, even when the timing is impossible and the fallout inevitable. But some hearts don't settle. Some songs were never meant to stay quiet.

Five best friends and NFL teammates navigate life, single parenting and love in the Single Dad Playbook Series by USA Today Bestselling author Willow Aster. Now available in one complete box set! Welcome to Silver Hills, Colorado! In this small town just outside of Denver where the NFL's Mustangs are based, players Weston Shaw, Henley Ward, Rhodes Archer, Bowie Fox, and Penn Hudson have formed a tight knit group aptly named the "Single Dad Players.

All Birdee Calvert wanted was to be normal. She wanted the parents who didn’t divorce when she was a kid and make her life a living nightmare. She wanted the sisters who actually liked her. She wanted to live in a town where everyone loved her and didn’t have a single bad thing to say about her. That was not the life Birdee was given. She had the exact opposite life. The kind of life where she slunk through the grocery store with a hoodie on so no one would recognize her. The kind of life where men like Creed Daugherty didn’t give her a second look.

I've always known I was different. My name is Seven Grey, and I hang out with dead people. Yes, Seven like the number, and yes… literal dead people. I'm the only mortician in a small town tucked away in backwoods Maine, and I've known this was my dream job since the day they asked us on our first day of Kindergarten. I know who I am, and I don't apologize for it. Death is just different for me, which is why my second job works even better than my first. They call me "The Cleaning Lady".

Love is a weakness for ruthless men. And I was as weak as they came, just for her. I had a goal. Take over for my grandfather and become one of the Lords in The Commission. The New York Mafia Don. One of the Cinque Grandi. The only imposition was to get married first. To whom, it didn’t matter. As long as I was a married man, the seat would be mine. But I knew who I wanted since the first time I saw her.

When it comes to stealing from mafia men, there are three rules. Don't get caught. Don't be seen. And most of all—don't fall in love with them. After being hired to steal a painting, I find myself ensnared. Damon, Minos, and Aaecus are monsters, and they only want one thing: Me. Seven days of...

A fragile single mom hiding secrets… while somebody’s hunting her down. She’s from a wealthy and privileged background. And she never imagined she’d end up as a maid to a fierce mafia boss like me… But she’s on the run and desperately needs to find safety. And when I find out what she’s been hiding, it’s bigger than anything I’d ever imagined. Because she has a small son—and he’s just as fragile as she is.

It’s not easy being a woman working in a male dominated field. Add in the fact that my uncle owns the baseball team I work for, and proving I belong here is a constant battle. Dating a player was never an option. Not if I wanted to keep a shred of dignity and respect. Then Ronan Sinclair sits down next to me in first class with his alluring blue eyes and hard-to-resist dimples. To say nothing of his kindness and charm, or his determination to convince me that a steamy vacation fling is what we both need.

While things are going great, people forget I exist, but the second hell breaks loose, my number is the one they call. It sucks. Just once, I'd like to be a priority in someone's life. I'd like to be taken into consideration. I want my voice to be heard. But that's never going to happen. I'm the forgettable one. Always have been. Always will be. Wanting to feel like I'm a priority for one night, I take matters into my own hands and book a date through The Perfect Gentleman's service. I figure if I'm going to pay for the date, the guy will be forced to give me the attention I've always craved.