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Keeran and I have decided to be together, but the world is intent on ripping us apart. His magic is driving him mad, and I’m left alone to decide how to take down Isalia. But I’ve made too many promises, and I’ve sworn to protect too many people. To win this war, I’ll have to accept a destiny I’ve never faced— and a crown I didn’t even know was my birthright.

When Amy Gibson's mother is brutally murdered by her boyfriend, Amy's world is completely undone. Overcome with grief and heartache, she withdraws from everything around her—college, her friends, her entire life. Until her estranged half-brother, Oliver, saves her, pulling her back into her life and giving her family. Giving her a home.

My name is Christine, and I'm on the run from a cult that wants me dead. Annabelle Lane is the cult's cunning and venomous leader, who forced me to commit crimes that are unforgivable. Annabelle's threats aren't to be taken lightly, and everybody knows that once you're in the cult, you're in it for life.

Ticking-clock action adventure follows after a young Turkish girl follows her pet goat into the wood and emerges in the company of the Algerian boy who finds it, prompting a village rumormonger to cry shame. Commissioner Muhammad is called on to intervene when a storied Algerian corsair captain is pitted against a Turkish shipowner vowing to avenge his family’s honor.

As a bartender in Las Vegas, Curtis seems to have the dream life. He’s single, lives close to the Strip, and only has to worry about when to pick up the next extra shift. No one knows the truth about what happened ten years ago, and no one knows how he spends three months every year: as a part-time elf for Santa Claus. When Curtis went to the Arctic Circle the first time, he thought he could escape the unthinkable. Now, the anniversary of the worst day of his life is coming up, and he’s been asked to do the unbelievable.

My name is Christopher, and this is my story of how a single summer would reaffirm my sensitivities. Sure! I'd always known I was a sensitive male, but it would be a young rodeo roper that would open my eyes to my intuit ways. This young cowboy's name is Grayson. This particular summer, many would arrive upon a horseback riding ranch just outside of Jackson, Wyoming. We were all from different parts of the United States coming together with different roles to help run this working ranch that welcomed guests from around the globe.