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There are things that women want and things that women need. I know deep down, with every fiber in my body, that I need Mr. Ward. He started out as my landscape designer but became so much more. Now, my life is on the line while living with the devil himself. I have been torn down and broken, and I don’t think I can take anymore. The man I need was never the one I married. No, the man I need is the one I was never supposed to have. He’s the one who showed me gentleness, kindness, and true love. Ward would put up a fight for me at any cost.

I’m a paid killer. I have blood on my hands and too many scars under my skin. Being a killer for the Vicci Crime Family left me no time to build a lasting relationship. I certainly never imagined that my new task would lead me to the one woman who would make my heart beat again. Especially after my past with Lillian. I was supposed to protect Bethany and her son. Instead, I brought danger to their doorstep. It’s about more than saving lives when hearts are involved.

An unexpected doctor’s visit, a bachelor auction, and one night of unbridled sex turned my world upside down. I was never one to settle for anything, but she made me realize that life doesn’t have to be about settling when you find your other half. Lillian Olivia Vicci aka L.O.V. is that woman. Being heiress to the Vicci crime family causes her to disappear out of my life as fast as she blew into it. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get close enough to her again, but then destiny rears her beautiful head and the offer of a lifetime lands in my lap.

It started as as a simple search for a landscape designer. I wanted a beautiful backyard for my new home, and my neighbors suggested I look into ward landscaping and design. The owner had no pictures of himself on his website. Just a portfolio of nice outdoor sitting areas, pools, and vibrant gardens that I’d always dreamed of having. Of course, I hired him. I expected to meet an average guy, but Mr. Marcel Ward is far from your average man.

There was a beginning, once. A beginning that started with being sold to a monster I fell for. There was an ending, once. An ending that came cloaked in bloodshed and fury. Eleanor Grace is a simple mortal who has the power to topple a god. She captured his heart, fed him a different future, and fought for a fantasy that wasn’t make-believe but destiny.

I’ll admit it. Things have gotten easier with Killian’s help (aka his money); but figuring out how to keep my own life, while being his fake wife and dealing with his twisted desires, is still a struggle. Women constantly throw themselves at him, only further inflating his massive ego. But I’m not one of those women - and I refuse to become one. Sure, he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. And yes, he can he make me practically cum with just his words. But I won’t be led by my physical desires. I’m better than that.

She is my charge, the one I was supposed to protect. Falling in love with her wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. She was mine, the gift from the gods above. Until I destroyed us with one wrong decision, an immature reaction to news that should have me holding her and protecting her while I chase the demons away. Instead I run, make excuses to get away, and am cursed to watch her live her life without me being a part of it, knowing I'll never have her again.

I wasn't looking for love when I met her. I thought she'd own me for a night. Little did I know she'd end up owning my heart for a lifetime. Lincoln Oliver Vincent Eastwick (aka L.O.V.E.) has no intentions of ever being in a committed relationship, but that doesn't mean he won't provide one spectacular date to the lucky winner of a masked bachelor auction for a good cause.

“There was a truth once. Truth we shared in the dark and scribed scars upon our hearts. There was a lie once. A lie that shattered our truth apart.” Eleanor Grace did the unbelievable. She fell for a man who trades in women, dabbles in myth, and has the morals of a cold-hearted beast. However, love isn’t enough where past sins are concerned, and only pain can follow.

Rebecca King had a broken heart, literally. Congenital heart disease has given her less than a year to live. Hopefully, that'll be enough time to complete every task on her bucket list. However difficult, she finally comes to terms with her imminent demise. Then fate delivers an unexpected distraction. Due to a horrific accident that left his wife on life support, Nick Cato, narcotics investigator, is trapped behind a wall of loneliness and grief. However, he had no way of knowing that destiny would deliver a gift strong enough to quell the sadness.

Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around. And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money. At least, that’s not who I used to be. Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call husband. I’m ashamed of what I’m doing. It’s dirty. Wrong. Twisted. And I refuse to acknowledge how good it feels. Especially in front of him.

When Marek had Anton plan a winter holiday getaway, he never anticipated peppermint. Terran alcoholic drinks don’t have an effect on V’loryns. But peppermint? There’s something about it that makes them lose all of their inhibitions. Trouble is, it’s imperative that Marek and his V’loryn counterparts remain in control at all times. There are many things Terrans don’t know about V’loryns. Secrets that would make Terrans fear them. Turns out, some of the most terrifying ancient Terran myths are rooted in truth. And one small slip-up could ruin everything.

This is the third book in Goddess Isles. There was hate once. Hate born from dangerous attraction and fate’s cruel design. There was love once. Love destined to kill us if we didn’t surrender to our war.

In The Crash of Flight 3804, Investigative Journalist Charlotte Dennett digs into her father’s counterintelligence work, which pitted him against America’s wartime allies - the British, the French, and the Russians - in a covert battle for geopolitical and economic influence in the Middle East. Through vivid storytelling, extensive research, and deep analysis of region-defining maps, she reveals how feverish competition among intelligence networks, military, and Big Oil interests have fueled indiscriminate attacks and targeted killings that continue to this day.

New York Times best seller Pepper Winters brings a new Dark Romance Series to life. This is the second book in Goddess Isles. “There was a monster once. A monster who bought me, controlled me, and took away my freedom. There was a man once. A man who dealt in myth and secrets, hiding behind his mask, making me hunger and wish to know the truth.”

I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. She was mine, and it was everything. That month with her was as near to perfect as I’ve ever had in my whole f--ed up life. But then, I lost it all, and I still don’t know why. Though, I suspect it had something to do with that rat bastard Bryce Gentry. One thing I do know: I’m not letting go of Callie Cruise without a fight. And it’s time for Gentry to finally pay for his many sins.

We had chosen our place, etching our lives into a new land. Then, we had defended that land when called upon to do so. And we’d won. We’d maintained our freedom. But magic attracts magic. As they say. So, when the sorcerers showed up, holding my recent past hostage - along with a future I had dreamed I might build - it was just as expected. In fact, I might have been getting just a little bored playing at being Emma Johnson.

This audiobook features two stories: Buried Truth and Stolen. In Buried Truth, a four-year-old girl's abduction appears to be linked to a 30-year-old case. In Stolen, a political movement and a young girl's abduction splits and breaks trust in Barta, a small town in North Dakota.

Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week. Of all the - “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and...satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this. But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain.

We had run. We had adapted. And when our magic came back, we changed course again. Hiding instead of running, knowing that we needed to remain hidden from the Collective. Knowing that our lives, our freedom, depended on it. Then the sorcerer showed up, drained and disoriented. And when my past came quickly following him, I had to make another choice. Fight or flight. Continue to deny the power that resided in my blood, in my DNA. Remain perpetually caught between being Amp5 and Emma Johnson. Or face my demons.