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Axel Fairchild is the eternal outsider, both in his elite MBA program and in the world of NYC finance. Powering through on charm, swagger, and smarts has always worked for him—and it’s poised to pay off in a big way as he prepares to launch his very own finance business with his brothers after graduation. There’s only one thing left on his to-do list: prying the love of his life, Cora Margulis, away from her controlling and manipulative family.

Eight years ago she burned me. Now, my ex is the key to my revenge against her family. The rest of the world calls her the Princess of Wall Street, but I call her shallow. Traitorous. A she-devil in Prada. Those are the nicest words I’ll use for my ex, Cora Margulis, since I’ve made it my mission to keep her name off my lips. Though I can barely keep her memory out of my head. My brothers and I have climbed the rungs of success, starting from the basement. Now that we’re at the top, I don’t lack much. But my newest charity needs a particular type of building.

Devil’s Point, New York. Mettie Eastey loved coming from a long line of evildoers. But the senior year student is left reeling when she learns she doesn’t share her tiny Satanic town’s bloodline, destroying her relationship with her grandmother. And she can’t help thinking something’s a bit off when she chases off bullies… and the next day the taunting boys show up stone cold dead.

I'm the coach's daughter, watching from the shadows as my father's best friend and star player wins the World Series for his team. Trick Lowry is almost twice my age and a bonafide celebrity, and I love him with my entire heart. It's the kind of secret, off-limits crush that feeds wild fantasies and reckless ideas—like sneaking into his hotel room while he's celebrating, just to have a little slice of him to myself. I innocently surround myself with his smell, thinking he doesn't have to know.

Set in 2029—after a stolen election and a bloody civil war, after President-for-life Trump's death, America has become a hellscape of marauding gangs, militias, warlords, the resistance, the One State Army, and the dreaded Stapos—the State Secret Police. In the midst of this nightmare, retired Air Force pilot Grant Woodford is on a mission to free his wife Elizabeth from the impregnable Richmond SuperMax Penitentiary and bring her home. LOST REPUBLIC is a caumessage from an apocalyptic future, warning us of the impending demise of our republic and the only way we can prevent it.

Growing up on a Wyoming cattle ranch, Sandy Thompson doesn't consider her life exceptional; until the mysterious visitors arrive, and the watching world descends on their once isolated homestead. These visitors hold a secret which could change the shape of human history.

Walking toward the nearest town, I see bonfires and hear humans singing. I wonder momentarily if I’ve time traveled into the past. Thankfully my hood covers my face, which is the tell-tale sign I’m not human. But I’ll have to find someone to help me to contact the Alliance Force. They don’t even know I’m on Earth. My mission was so secret that no one but the High Council knew.

I locked myself in the bathroom when my date pulled out a knife. Then a tall dark rescuer crashed through the door and kidnapped me. I know it's risky, posting my darkest fantasies anonymously online. Especially when they start going viral. But how was I to know the first guy I've ever dated would turn out to be an obsessed stalker-fan? Although I write about wanting a man to force himself upon me, this reality isn't nearly as appealing. It's locked bathroom, panic texting, terrified-for-my-life.

I have an excruciating crush on this man who comes into the coffee shop. Every day. He's older, gorgeous, perfectly dressed. He has a Russian accent and silver eyes. On my last shift, I stop him as he's walking out. Just to say I don't know. I love you, marry me, and let me have your babies? Thanks for the generous tips, have a nice life?

I watched her. I was patient. Now she's mine to claim. Helping the most dangerous mafia boss in London was a risk, but I didn't expect to see his handsome face everywhere afterwards. I fall asleep to dreams of my escape tomorrow, cupcakes, and the ice blue eyes of my stalker who leaves me presents. I awake to gunshots. A hand over my mouth. In a blur of noise and smoke, he steals me away. The kingpin treats me like a captive princess and I'm conflicted. He's older than me, experienced. It's wrong to desire him and not the freedom I've been planning. So I creep out of the luxurious bedroom.

For six months we repeated this pattern, the attraction shimmering between us, hot and wrong. He kidnapped me. On a lonely night back at home, I wake to the stab of a needle. The last thing I remember is Mr Crosse shooting my attacker and scooping me up. When I come to, I'm trapped with him in his bedroom, and... Oh, ground swallow me I think I confessed my love while out-of-it. Now my ex's dad wont let me leave.

Deathwalker continues to adapt to his new life in the Kingdom of Nord. He has a long way to go if he hopes to be strong enough to find and rescue his friend. To celebrate the formation of the Timberfall Duchy a weeklong festival is in the works. Before the festival he is charged with setting up the various portal stations across the kingdom. The Dark forces arrayed against him have not sat idle. War is beginning to spread across the continent leading many refugees to flee to the prosperous Timberfall with the hope of a better future. But are all those that arrive coming with good intentions?

The boy from the club seemed nice. He was supposed to give me my first kiss, but instead, I’m in a dark alley, and he and his friends have knives. They rip my clothes, and two of them hold me down as the other undoes his trousers. I’m sobbing, and pleading, and wishing there was someone, anyone to help. Then a tall man with a deep voice, commands, “Stop.” Moments later, I’m covered with their blood, and shaking. My saviour wraps me in his warm suit jacket, and helps me up.

With the enigmatic and arrogant Mage Lord pressuring me to join his team and a dark movement in the magical underworld threatening to ignite a war between the half-faeries and other supernaturals, I have my work cut out. Especially when a serum that's deadly to half-faeries finds its way onto the market, luring in its victims with the promise of immortality. To find the source of the lies, I have to go undercover to a dangerous magical contest where half-faeries compete for glory. Problem is, to get in, I have to pretend to be one of them.

Book 2 in the Alchemiya universe sees Lady Cherry Plumtree fall in love. Accidentally and most inconveniently pregnant, the still-single Cherry leaves the Golden City for Karlstejn, a land where alchemy is forbidden and no one will know her real reason for travel. Lady Bekah Ratna and the family 's handsome valet, Hadley, accompany her on her journey. The trio soon find themselves in the middle of local intrigue. Alchemists still exist in Karlstejn, whether the king outlaws them or not.

It’s been a year since a serial killer put my small town on the map. A year of chasing my tail in an investigation of dead ends and false leads while the families wait for justice. When the killer strikes again, I’m drawn into a desperate race against time to stop him once and for all.

I’ve protected more princesses, celebrities, and billionaires than I could shake a bulletproof vest at. I’m ready to move onto less dramatic pastures: becoming the CEO of my own protection company. Until the Fairchilds ask me to personally oversee their little sister Jordan, who they’re desperate to reconnect with—and keep safe as she enters into their world.

Between dodging the avalanche of my crumbling business and learning how to change a two-year-old’s diaper, my life has taken unexpected turns. But I’m nothing if not a resourceful billionaire. Of course I hire a nanny—and only the best. But there’s one small problem. The best nanny tasked with helping my non-verbal niece come out of her shell is none other than Mercedes Hendricks. My ex. My first great love. The woman who told me to never contact her again six years ago.

Three steamy age gap mafia instalove romances full of spice and feels.

At the altar, I silently plead for someone to save me from a marriage I don’t want. And just my luck—nothing happens. Then, when the priest asks if anyone objects to this marriage, the church doors are thrown open, a tall, older man with ice-blue eyes and air of casual wealth and power, stalks in, and says, “I'm taking this.” He carries me out of the church over his shoulder. Kingpin Zane Bethnal might have saved me, but it turns out, I’m in his debt.