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To get an audience, you have to give up something. A secret, a favor . . . something that hurts. Welcome to Thorne Point, where darkness rules. I enrolled at Thorne Point University to be closer to my brother. Now my world is falling apart. Ethan is missing. Every day I can't find him it plays on repeat. The search for answers turns up nothing and I'm running out of options. But there's a rumor on campus. And I'm desperate enough to seek out the Crows as my last resort. Wren Thorne's reputation precedes him, but I won't take no for an answer.

One night. One time. No last names. Max, teaching me everything he knows here. And everything he knows there too. Because the man who rocked my world isn't just an anonymous hookup: he's my new professor.

Twenty-five-year-old Lily Baines is used to waking up hungover, overweight, and underemployed. Waking up with fangs? Not so much. But when a little light necking has more serious consequences than she ever imagined, Lily is determined to get to the bottom of it or die (again) trying. Tristan hadn't meant to turn Lily—it's against vampire law—but now that she's here, they need to team up to save both their hides. They strike an uneasy truce, fending off other vampires, Lily's work-rival-turned-slayer, and her mother's tone-deaf romance and fitness advice.

My mother is getting remarried and I was originally thrilled. Not only was I getting a new stepfather, but I’m getting a stepbrother too. My enthusiasm left when I saw Tanner Lawson walk into the room. He’s my new stepbrother. My new filthy-mouthed, dirty-talking, obsessed-with-me stepbrother. I’ve always been a good girl. But my tattoo-covered, rule-breaking stepbrother is bringing out a new side of me. He knows how to push every button. He says we’re family now and we have to share everything. This is so wrong. It’s so filthy. But why does it feel so good?

Self-professed diva Erika Greene has it all: a starring role on Broadway, legions of fans, spectacular natural talent. But after an accident on stage leaves her face scarred and her career in shambles, Erika retreats to Paris, Nevada, where she’s inherited a ramshackle opera house in desperate need of some TLC. Erika pours her savings into the building, but it’s not enough to stave off casino developer Raoul Decomte’s avaricious gaze. With foreclosure imminent, she leases the space to some unexpected tenants: a German hair metal band, fronted by glam rock god Christof Daae.

I’m not Mr. Settle-Down-and-Start-a-Family. Tried it. Failed at it. Don’t want it again. In fact, I like my solitary life in the mountains. I learned the hard way that life ain’t easy or fair. One minute you think you’ve got it all figured out and the next, you find your wife in your bed with your own best friend.

I’ve been nothing but a failure to my parents my entire life. I know I’ll never live up to their level of perfection, but it doesn’t matter. Especially when I’m about to fail the same class twice. It seems like I’m doomed until my professor tells me he knows the perfect guy to tutor me—if he’ll agree.

I'm a city girl. I don't do nature. It sucks. Bugs, bears, poison ivy. You name it, I hate it. So, when my niece asks me to accompany her on a camping trip, I'm horrified. But I'm a good aunt, so I say yes. Well, that was a huge mistake. One of many. When I get irrevocably lost from the group in the mountain wilderness, I think I've made a fatal mistake. Until Cyrus finds me. He's big, strong, and the toughest man these mountains have ever seen. But he goes absolutely weak when he sees me. An obsession takes over and he's not about to let me go.

She’s a hopeless romantic...for everyone but herself. Can the least romantic man alive convince her love isn’t just for other people? Willow: There are certain expectations when you’re born into a multigenerational family of matchmakers, which is why I fled my hometown and tried to build a life of my own. But it turns out matchmaking is hard to quit, and I can’t stop trying to match the customers at the bakery I manage - including my boss and the tea shop owner next door - even though I’m hopeless at love.

Royce Blackstone has one rule: Never get personally involved with his clients. As the owner of Harper Security Ops, Royce is well aware of everything and everyone inside his building. When he’s about to go in after the biggest lead on latest case that’s landed on his desk, Royce didn’t expect he’d have to abort the mission early. It might have seemed like Tarryn Hendrix was simply looking to learn some new skills, but dedicating two years of her life to training her mind and body is all part of Tarryn’s plan.

I didn’t have a lot, but what I had I was proud of. I was raised to keep my head down and work hard. I followed the rules, rarely straying off the straight and narrow path. That’s why, when the opportunity to get wild and have a little fun presented itself, I jumped on it - or more like, on him. The handsome cowboy from the bar. It was one night in Vegas. I never expected to see him again. I definitely never imagined he’d show up in my small hometown seven years later, only to discover the daughter he never knew about.

The only thing we have in common is that we’re both tall. He wears bespoke suits; I wear flats with holes in them. He runs a big shot investment firm; I’m trying to start my own company with only bubble gum and circus peanuts. He likes to show up at my horrible dates and ruin them; I…pretended I hated when he did that but secretly was thrilled even though it was a little young adult fiction.

I wanted the fairy tale. Was that too much to ask? The attractive man with his life fully together, who loved me. Babies. The white picket fence. But men had other ideas. They wanted to waste my time and all my good eggs. They didn’t want to commit. They wanted to sleep at my house, eat my food, and have a mommy bang maid. They wanted me to be their mommy and never complain about it.

I’m not what you’d call a man you take home to momma. I’m too rough, too mean, too...beardy. Especially compared to the woman who’s recently moved back home to open a restaurant. The one I can’t stop thinking about. I’d eat anything off her menu, spend every waking moment in her kitchen, even if I’m all wrong for her. But when a motorcycle club comes to snatch her away on the orders of someone she trusts, I’m the only one who can step in to keep her safe. The only one willing to fight to the death to keep her heart beating - especially if it beats for mine.

They call my husband-to-be "Mob Prince," but his happily-ever-after consists of bound wrists and broken promises. Tall, dark, and handsome don’t begin to describe his level of gorgeous. Tony Costa is a dangerous man with a beautiful face. We’re arranged to marry. Start a family. Or else.

Sage and her men are finally on the way to the academy to unbind her powers, but before she’s even gotten there, things are going wrong. At least it means she makes one hell of an entrance when they finally do arrive. She was expecting a bit of hostility and competition, what she wasn’t expecting was the Order, they pose a much more serious and deadly threat, one that Sage is right at the heart of.

In my defense, I never claimed to be professional.... At least that’s my excuse for why I mistook a billionaire for a waiter, made off-color comments, and accidentally dumped a plate of food all over him. Embarrassing myself is a daily occurrence, just like my unpaid bill notices. But being in a wedding instead of planning one is not. I shall live vicariously through this high-end wedding and forget about the rent payments I’ve missed, the fact that my tiny apartment has no hot water, and that I’m about to be evicted anyway so it doesn’t even matter, anyway! Yay!

One word that comes to mind when someone talks about me. I like to think of it as protection, watching out for the ones I love. But now I’m spending more time in the penalty box than on the ice and the team owner isn’t happy. Finding myself across the room from the hot therapist I kissed on New Year’s Eve only makes me push my problems down further. I want couch time with her but not the kind she’s used to.

Sage is just done - done with the abuse that her mother puts her through daily, done with always being so alone and done with being one of the youngest humans to get an Imprint Tattoo. Only a small percentage of the human population over the age of 18 ever receive one, and they only appear when a soul-changing event happens in that person's life. Sage's first one showed up when she was nine, yay for being weird!

I can look, but I can’t touch. As the enforcer of The Lost Boys MC, I am used to getting my hands dirty. I’ve always kept my emotions in check. It helps given the position I am in. When I was tasked with watching over our President’s sister, I was ready for it. What I wasn’t ready for, is how that beauty would pull at my heart. I’ve known Ella for years.