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One last job before I go legit. An easy smuggling run, one crate off-planet and then I can leave all my dark secrets behind. Crash landing was not part of the plan. Neither was being rescued by a monster. Did I say rescued? Because I think I mean kidnapped. This muscle-bound alien is keeping me captive on his ship. And if he finds out what cargo I'm really carrying? I don't want to know what he'll do to me.

Portland nurse Lindy Landen loves working in the emergency room. She doesn’t bat an eye when removing sausages from a grown man’s nose, bandaging a wannabe Ninja’s self-inflicted machete wounds or treating bikini waxing emergencies. As long as she’s armed with her beloved Diet Dr Pepper Lindy is ready for whatever walks, wheels, or rolls through the ambulance bay doors, that is until she finds herself waking up on the floor on of an exam room with no memory of how she got there.

Aliens. That's right. I said it. I know - it sounds stupid to me also. I'm a psychologist (sort of), so you'd think I'd be able to reason my way out of this mess. Except the reality is that I've been abducted to become their breeder, and it doesn't take an advanced degree to recognize this is all sorts of jacked up. But I digress. Apparently, these aliens are on the brink of extinction and need me and my fellow captives to repopulate. Yay us. I guess it's time to figure out an escape plan before they knock me up. I'll be back later. Hopefully.

Sammy expects a carefree summer during her internship at the US Embassy in Vienna. Competing spy rings clash in desperation and threaten her life as every Strauss waltz accompanies a murder. Is the handsome stranger she meets heading for romance or using her as a pawn? Can she figure out who’s playing the tune before the dangerous dance ends badly?

Paisley Mott struggles with anxiety. Her particular blend of anxiety causes her to go into a hyper-focused state, which can lead to more anxiety. After the tragic death of her mother, she began to see her anxiety-induced hyper-focus as a strength. Now, she's a paranormal investigator with an up-and-coming web series that is propelling her into becoming an expert in her field.

A crown is always heavy, or it is not a crown. Maeve Almeida thought she had left other worlds behind her 15 years ago. Back when she crowned her friend Sebastian as the new high king of the Five Realms. But as years passed and the way between the worlds remained closed to her, she began to put her memories to paper. Much to her surprise, her stories gained a moderate cult following, were adapted to film, and she soon found herself a C-list celebrity with a wide audience.

The victim was a loan shark who had plenty of other people who wanted him dead—but everyone else has an ironclad alibi. Until Elsie can prove the chupacabra’s innocence, the entire paranormal menagerie at FLAME Farms is under house arrest. The basilisks are nesting in the dresser drawers, the griffin is clawing up the furniture—and you don’t even want to know what Moonbeam is complaining about.

Bruton. Prince of the Aurelian Empire, eight-foot tall of brutal, muscled strength, flanked by the alien warriors of his triad. He is no royal. He is a savage, a colossal warlord who commands through pure violence. And my fate is in his hands. He believes I hold the keys to victory. His triad storms into my research station drenched in blood and sweat to judge my life’s work. And when my creations go haywire and nearly kill us all, the threat to the Prince must be answered.

I was on the blind date from hell, until a mafia boss stepped in and saved me. I had no idea he was a mafia boss. Andre was tall, mysterious and sexy. We had an instant connection. He invited me back to his place. I said yes, even though one-night stands aren’t usually my thing. When I overheard something I shouldn’t have, I did the only thing I could; I ran.

To celebrate their wedding in nutty true Devil’s Orchard fashion, Bobbi and Grant have organized a carnival and invited the whole town. What could possibly go wrong? Because when one of the spooky decorations in the funhouse turns out to be an actual corpse, Bobbi has to put her wedding on pause. From the drunken clowns and bearded lady to the Senior Ladies Bingo League—everyone’s a suspect. And when Bobbi’s summoned to the spirit world by her father, she's powerless to refuse...

She is capable of managing everything—except for her heart. Tasked with making a brilliant match for her cousin, Lavinia Harcourt whisks her entire household, including their two exotic pets, off to London for the season. With limited funds and few connections, however, the undertaking is not easy. But Lavinia is nothing if not resourceful, and she comes up with a brilliant solution—one that involves her late father’s reminiscences, a forged letter, and an earl.

Just when her life couldn’t get any more perfect, Bobbi is offered the chance to have her cafe featured on TV. But when a local fishing boat hauls up more than cod in its net (Spoiler alert: It’s a dead body) production grinds to a halt. If she wants her 15 minutes of fame, she’s going to have to track down the killer herself.

I dreamt of being saved by noble Aurelian warriors. Instead, I was abducted by savages. They come through the portal in a fury of blood and violence, destroying my captors without mercy. They will have none for me, either. Aurelians demand total obedience. The brands mark my rescuers as Fanatics who serve the Old Ways. And when they find their Mate, they possess her body and soul. I’ve traded one captivity for another, pulled from serving a cruel lord to living in a mansion on a planet ruled by warriors, priests, and a vengeful alien War-God.

Grant Neville is my father’s best friend. The person he trusts the most in the world. Forbidden territory personified. I know it is wrong on so many levels, but I can’t seem to get enough of his presence.... His ocean-blue eyes have a way of finding me in every room, his dimples make my knees go weak, and my hands itch to be buried in his dark hair. But I know better by now. My history with older men has left me with plenty of scars, and Grant is not just any older man.

With dragon eggs stolen and a murderer on the loose only days before the Broom Racing Festival, Elsie has once again found herself in the hot seat. She’s vowed to get the eggs back–even if she has to team up with her biggest (and most baldheaded) enemy to do it. It should be a straightforward case… until a journalist is found dead at the local inn.

Ra’al. Orr. Kriz. Three enormous beast of men who command a legion of Aurelians, the huge, marble-skinned aliens who exist to find their Fated Mate and tame her. They were built for war. Kings through conquest, they stamp down all resistance without mercy. They tell me they will build me a palace. It would only be a cage. But because I took up a rifle and defended the other servants when our planet was under attack, by the laws of their species, I am a free woman…

Twenty-year-old Ainsley No-Name is nothing. She’s less than nothing. Just another faceless orphan stealing to feed her foster brothers and sisters. When three men snatch her off the street and drag her into the woods, she knows it’s the end. Until she came. Scales the color of flame and brimstone, a dragon drops out of the sky and saves her. With that, the sacred bond between rider and dragon is formed……and her execution is set in stone.

Mortals fall, Ascended rise, and Gods consume. The planar energy crisis is now fact; proof written into the very air of the Nexusplane. For the first time in immeasurable history, the eternally luminescent Realm of the Gods knows night. Everything has changed…The Council continues to operate as it doesn’t; with seemingly no consideration to those outside itself. Within its labyrinth of bureaucracy, officials and agents play their petty games. Not even they can tell if their actions bear any relevance to the imminent threat.

For Elsie Thorn, the only magic in her life is somehow being able to make the rent every month. Until a mysterious woman makes her an offer too good to be true. Did she read the contract? No. Who really reads through the pages of terms and conditions? It's not like she's going to get whisked to a fairytale town with cobblestone streets, castles and a dragon hatchery with the hunkiest mountain man caretaker she’s ever laid eyes on... right? Oops.

They took everything from her. Her family. Her home. Her future. Her humanity. It’s only right she returns the favor. No one will stop Ainsley and her dragon horde from laying waste to her enemies, and anyone who dares get in the way. No one except him. Only love can save her from the dark, swirling depths of her grief and pain, and it would have, if Dominic had been fast enough.