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At a glance, the dwarves and gnomes of the Horkensaft Kingdom are two peoples who are worlds apart. The former are seen as hardcore traditionalists hell-bent on maintaining the status quo, while the latter only look ever forward and upward as they grasp at the future with both hands. And yet, these two seemingly opposing cultures serve as a counter-balance to each other, creating a civilization that draws upon the wisdom of the past to face new challenges.

Maketes has always been the jokester. No one takes him seriously, and if they do, it's only because he was born violent. But then he starts talking with a human through droids and finds a kindred spirit in them. When he's given an opportunity to find out who this human really is, he takes it.

It would appear that, after two years of relative slacking, the Hero of Chaos is once again facing an ever-growing workload. Boxxy had been quite fortunate to obtain an exceptionally potent pawn with very little effort, but that was still effort it did not intend to expend. Sensing it might get dragged into things it really doesn't want to bother with, the creature makes haste to depart Velos and its orcs so that it may continue its private preparations for the upcoming Dragon Festival.

The world waits for no one. While Boxxy is off chasing shinies and delving dungeons abroad, Azurvale's shadows churn, fester, and ferment into a potent cocktail of trouble. Secret organizations maneuver behind the scenes, patiently advancing their nefarious plots. Government agencies lay in wait, ready to pounce at the first sign of trouble. Powerful adventurers gear up and train for the next challenge, uncertain as to what form it might take.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.

Midfielder Maclay "Mac" Logan is a loud-mouthed, tattooed ginger content with focusing on football. But when an adorable, freckled seamstress comes barreling into his life, he finds Netflix-And-Bickering with her to be his new favorite pastime. Freya Cook is used to being the invisible woman with a needle and thread, offering cheeky punchlines as she helps dress London's finest. She's plus-sized in body and spirit, and other than her friendship with Mac, talking to the opposite sex is one skill she never mastered.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

As a genetic experiment and personal guard to one of the Originals, Alexia has always known her purpose. Keep her Original safe. Ensure the city of Tau remains hidden amongst the depths of the ocean. And destroy any and all undine who try to make those jobs difficult. Fortis has always known he was going to die early. His wife had seen a prophecy of his death in great detail, so he knows the exact moment he will expire. Which means he isn't afraid. Fate can not be changed, not even by the warrior woman who captures his attention. After all, he knows the hour and circumstances of his death.

Between his charming smile, sexy British accent, and swoon-worthy moments with his son, he's everything I need to stay away from. Loomis doesn't do love or relationships, and I have a penchant for falling fast and hard for the wrong men. But with every searing kiss and sheet-clutching encounter, I'm finding it harder and harder to remember that what we have is fake.

I’m not truly one of the devout, bonneted brides who traveled to my sister’s wedding in Scotland hoping to find a pious mate in her adopted kingdom pack. Honestly, I only signed up for the free plane ticket and a place to lay low until I could sneak off and start the academic life I’ve been secretly planning for years.

It’s amazing what the lack of immediate threat to one’s life and wellbeing can do for a person’s disposition. High risk, high reward endeavors suddenly seem far less appealing, month-long delays are no longer a cause for concern, and sleeping in every single day of the week becomes an extremely attractive proposition. Indeed, without a pressing need to aggressively expand its power, Boxxy T. Morningwood is finally able to simply sit back, enjoy life, and watch the world both turn and burn.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front-page tell-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furor rages around our divorce, two things become abundantly clear. One: it's time for some decent orgasms, which is why I've joined the Unfurl program at London's top sex club, Alchemy. Two: it's time to take control of the narrative, for myself and for other women. That's why I plan to document my sexual revolution on camera.

From the USA Today bestselling author of BOYFRIEND MATERIAL and HUSBAND MATERIAL comes a charming New Adult LGBTQIA+ romance perfect for fans of Heartstopper. Drew’s always prided himself on being the “right” kind of nerd. He plays sports, has a solid group of friends, and never had any...

They say keep your enemies close,but I might have gone too far. Konstantin Marinov is powerful, dangerous, untouchable. The Bratva king with death on his hands and sin in his eyes. He thinks I’m just his new assistant. Naive. Innocent. He has no idea I’m here to destroy him. To uncover each one of his secrets. To dismantle his kingdom piece by piece. But the closer I get,the harder it is to remember why I came. He watches me like I belong to him. Touches me like he owns me. And when the bullets start flying,he doesn’t hesitate to protect me. Now I’m caught between lies and desire.

Ever wondered what Bones was thinking and feeling, when he and half-vampire Cat Crawfield first met? Or how their story might differ if he were the one telling it? Now, relive the beginning of Cat and Bones' best-selling love story through Bones' point of view, which reveals a darker, sexier take on their early days, as well as a deeper dive into Bones' past, the vampire world, and other things that Cat didn't see, when their story was told only through her eyes in Halfway to the Grave. Cat had her say. Now, it's Bones' turn.

The enemies-to-lovers queer Victorian romance follow-up to Don’t Want You Like a Best Friend, in which a young lord and a second son clash, but find themselves thrust together again and again by their meddling cousins. “That man is, without a doubt, the absolute most obnoxious… Bobby Mason...

Adam Wright may be a self-made billionaire, but he's also a beast. Most children grow up hating a storybook villain. Based on the injuries that man inflicted on my brother, I grew up hating a real one. When he sort of kidnaps me and drags me back to his fairytale mansion, it feels like yet another cliché antihero stunt. Here's the thing, though. Most villains don't weep real tears when they see you having a diabetic episode. They don't abandon their billion-pound empire so they can roll up their sleeves and pull your company back from the brink of bankruptcy.

Ever since I first read Pride and Prejudice at twelve years old, I’ve dreamed of being Elizabeth Bennet. That dream is now about to come true. I, Monroe Wilde, the woman some could argue isn’t exactly Elizabeth Bennet material, have been chosen to play the beloved heroine for one week at Pride and Prejudice Park, a destination experience for Jane Austen devotees. To make this dream even more amazing and surreal, my best friend, the Duke of Blackthorne, Alastair Fitzroy, has volunteered to play my Mr. Darcy.

For the past two years, a virus aptly named Dawn has risen every day at first light to kill any human it touches, turning them into ravenous zombies. There's no cure, no form of resistance against it, nothing to turn things around. Most of the living humans are gone now. Only those of us with a different kind of blood are spared the killing blow of Dawn. With the dead walking and eating their way across the lands, I fight every day to stay alive. I'm fae and trapped here on Earth after a vacation gone wrong, wandering this doomed realm with only a virtual pet for company.