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Devil, my beast of a man, seduces me into eloping, then abducts me for a honeymoon in Christmastown, Vermont. A lot of men would be furious. I simply planned revenge involving handcuffs. My anger doesn’t last long. Devil rents my dream cottage and manages to draw me out of my Scrooge-like ways. But I’ve been keeping a secret, and it follows me all the way to Christmastown.

Fate took almost everything from me, but at least I still had my brother, and Saint, my best friend and hopeless crush. When I found Saint with my brother, the one man who was off-limits, I lost both of them, too. But fate wasn't finished with me. I had to go through literally losing my brother. Then, I gained a spine, scars, and 50 pounds of muscle. The fragile, pathetic kid I used to be is dead and gone. I love the way Saint's jaw drops when he sees me, like I'm a ghost from his past. A ghost who's going to make him pay for all his sins.

I had everything; I was going to college, having a blast, enjoying myself, and not taking much seriously. But then, two years ago, everything changed. A car wreck destroyed my life. It sent me into a total tailspin. I walked away, even when everyone said I wouldn’t be able to. But I haven’t recovered from it. The only thing I have left is my best friend, but I’m sure he’ll give up on me soon. Even so, I can’t fight the truth: I’m irrevocably ruined.

Travis is my friend's little brother. I'm supposed to keep him safe. To be a man he can trust. But I haven't seen him in years. When he turns up hurt and needing a place to stay, protection is only one of the things I want to offer him. Because Travis isn’t a kid anymore. He’s all grown up now. And the way he looks at me tells me he feels the heat rising between us.

When I met Julian, I wanted to hate him. He's my opposite in every way. But I want him like I've never wanted anyone else. To win him over, I'll have to do the impossible, prove I can be reserved and restrained.

I came to tiny Majestic, Wyoming, to escape misfortune: the loss of my brother; my parents’ blame for it; the billion-dollar secret that caused it all. I find peace in my horses, in my friends, in quiet nights alone… and sometimes in remembering a scorching-hot one-night-stand from two years ago. But everything changes when Tully Bowman, the man behind that unforgettable encounter, turns up in Majestic bringing me the daughter I’ve inherited (along with her multi-million-dollar trust fund).

Sadly, there’s no What to Expect manual for navigating life after forty. Right when I’ve begun piecing together my life as a widower and single dad to four older kids, my college-age daughter announces she’s pregnant. Oh, baby. And, of course, the other grandfather-to-be is the hot, single bar owner seemingly determined to flirt his way into my locked heart. Magnus is a temptation I don’t need. When a fire leaves Magnus and his dogs without a home, I offer my carriage house as a solution.

Wanted: One night together, no strings attached. Hold me, make love to me, treat me like I’m the most important person in the world. No talking. No names. And don’t be surprised if I’m gone in the morning. After crushing on my best friend for years, I realize he’ll never want someone inexperienced like me. So I decide to get it over with, play the V-card once and for all with an anonymous hook-up. The terms are simple: No talking, no names. It isn’t as easy as it seems. Now I can’t get the handsome stranger who greeted me with soft kisses and gentle touches out of my mind.

Niall didn't want to know. He thought he didn't care what had happened to his mother after she disappeared all those years ago. But, the past has a way of rising from the, er, dead when least expected. Niall regrets answering that mid-morning phone call. In the past few years, Niall's learned to open up his heart an inch or two. He doesn't like it one bit, but it's proving impossible to slam it shut again. Of course, his beloved husband, Mat, and the few people he thinks of as friends rally around him after he learns Ana's remains have been found—but will they be enough?

Vegas isn't my scene, but I might as well have some fun while I'm here for my son's wedding. I've always considered myself straight...until I meet Sawyer at the blackjack table. He's my age, super hot, and funny, and the sparks between us could power the entire casino. When he asks me up to his room, I happily accept. But one night isn't enough for either of us. We want more. Until we discover we're both here to watch our sons get married... to each other.

When returning to Licking Thicket, TN, for the first time in 10 years to reunite with your nosy neighbors, heartbroken ex-girlfriend, and matchmaking mama who never quite believed you were gay, it’s best to bring a fake boyfriend as backup. Just don’t be surprised when your ex-girlfriend does the same.

One dilapidated cabin in need of renovation. Two stubborn men pretending to be a couple. Three summer months to get the job done. Four tangled legs in only one bed. Five cameras catching it all for YouTube. Six hundred thousand Instagram followers. Seven nosy family members with opinions. Eight thousand reasons they should never fall in love. Nine million reasons why they will.

At 49, Vincent St. James has learned to live with the choices he's made, even if he isn't always proud of them. After the military he was practically born into decided his sexuality was more important than his impeccable service record, Vincent lost everything, including the man he'd planned to spend the rest of his life with.

I'm not saying I've thoroughly enjoyed the three years I've spent in captivity on a pleasure planet, shaking my money-maker for intergalactic patrons… but, I mean, it hasn't been all bad. The jelly donuts were a perk. Granted, I didn't really know what I was signing up for when I agreed to be purchased by the sexy pink shark-man, but things seem to be looking up.

My life is going fine. Okay, it was going fine until I found myself both homeless—my trusty car, Trixie, on her last leg—and in need of a fake fiancé. What I don't expect is for Jaxon, my long-time crush and the owner of Ink Me, to come swooping in like a knight in shining armor. Now my head and my heart are all confused, and it's starting to feel like my fantasy has a chance of becoming a reality.

I left my family and tiny Texas hometown 15 years ago to escape small-town gossips and to give my mom and sister the chance at a better life. But when a phone call from an attorney back home informs me that my sister passed away, leaving me custody of her newborn baby, I'm shocked out of the steady life I've built for myself running a tattoo shop in San Francisco. The thing is: I don't do babies. And I don't do small towns. Or commitment. And I especially don't do family.

The best mixtape always has a mix of favorites on it - songs playing in the background at Jude and Derek’s wedding or when Simone finally falls in love. Loud beats pounding the dance floor when Blue tries to seduce Tristan in public, or sleepy notes written late at night while Jude is on tour. Strains of familiar music bring heart-gripping memories rushing back in. Made Marian Mixtape is a collection of everything from a short 1,000-word vignette to a longer 30,000-word novella. Catch glimpses into the lives of favorite existing Marian characters and meet new ones as well.

Griff: I learned early on that the easiest way to avoid a broken heart is to always be the first out the door. Caring about anyone or anything is asking to be disappointed, which is why I avoid relationships and chase freelance gigs instead of chasing my dreams. Besides, dreams don't come true for people like me. And no one, not even the sexy-as-hell bartender at the club can convince me otherwise. Because I'm never risking my heart again.

I came to Legacy for a fresh start—to outrun my past and forget the anonymous man I fell for online. But now all I see is Alex Marian. The bane of my existence. Firebug. Reckless bar owner. Walking disaster. It doesn’t matter that he’s the sexiest man alive. Or charming. Or kind. He’s entitled, spoiled, rich, naive—everything I hate. He’s also young and untouched—not that it’s any of my business. The townspeople say he’s the sunshine to my grump. What they don’t know is that worrying about him keeps me up at night.

What’s a four-letter word for an utterly oblivious, totally commitment-phobic, heartbreakingly gorgeous man with a pet pig named Bernadette? That’d be D-U-N-N, as in Dunn Johnson, my very best pal and fishing buddy since I moved to Licking Thicket. What’s a six-letter word for a nerdy, crossword-loving town doctor who’s doomed to be hopelessly, thoroughly, irrevocably, in love with that straight best friend for the rest of his born days? That’s T-U-C-K-E-R, as in me.