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REED I've always been the guy everyone knows by name or voice, who people want to be friends with and who some people want to be. As the lead singer of the rock band Young Decay, I've been able to stay true to that person. However, the one thing that's always been my downfall is never turning...

Falling in love with a Parker must be genetic. It's the only way Delilah Ridgefield can make sense of the mess that is her life. Some other things that are genetic? The hazel eyes she shares with her mom, the need to care for others that she gets from her dad, and her father's dementia diagnosis...

Interior designer Beckett Camdon is decidedly not full of Christmas cheer. His idea of a perfect holiday is sitting by his sleek, gas fireplace with a brandy, a good book, and his cat. But when his boss asks him to pair up with Gemma, the resident ray of light and lover of all things Christmas, he has his work cut out for him. Gemma Woodard is a project manager for flipping houses, and she’s damn good at it. Not that any of the men she works with notice.

When I accepted the offer to work on a movie set, I had no idea I was agreeing to be the lead actor's fake girlfriend. If I'd known, there's no way I would've played along. Not after what he did to me. To everyone else, Ian Brock is a Hollywood star. The life of the party. The guy next door with a smile to melt ice cream. To me, he's the ex who broke my heart. But the years have done nothing to ruin how good-looking, charming, or funny he is. And the more we pretend to be a couple, the more obvious it becomes that our chemistry is back.

Naomi has always had a soft spot for others, including her big family and chaotic friends, but often feels like her city life is lonely and uneventful. Krampus is used to mindlessly following orders from his superiors in Hell, a fate that he has inevitably accepted, and has resigned himself to never expect more from his own life.

Being a princess means living by 1200+ rules—I've counted them all in my leather-bound journal—including Rule #124: "No climbing trees" and Rule #592: "A princess must never leave the palace without security detail." So when I swap my tiara for a goth disguise and escape the palace for a grand adventure as "Amy," I'm breaking every royal protocol imaginable. Hiding from paparazzi, I meet a gorgeous American stranger who's also on the run.

Being called a "loner Knight" doesn't faze me; I'm not a typical eighteen-year-old, and that’s fine. I prefer solitude. The only reason I'm a Knight is because my mom thinks I'm alone too much. She wants me to make friends, which is why I joined the Knight's fencing club.