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Despite being branded as an outcast amongst outcasts, Phelan Oliver devotes his life to helping his fellow Necromancers. But even with his vast knowledge, nothing prepares him for the day he comes face to face with a demon he didn’t summon—one who embodies everything he has been taught to hate, whose wickedness sparks sinful feelings Phelan can’t ignore no matter how much he tries.

Aurora Scuderi spent her childhood and teenage days doing one thing-- loving Nevio. Until one fateful moment, he breaks her heart without a second thought. Leaving Aurora with her broken heart bleeding in her hands. Fleeing Las Vegas is the only way for Aurora to heal - forget Nevio and that night. But a man like Nevio can’t be shaken off that easily. The hunter in him was awakened.

I can’t believe I’m calling Kentbury home. When I first arrived, I wasn’t planning on staying, but I’ve found my place here with Damian Harris. Our arrangement started off as some no-strings-attached fun, but somewhere between midnight kisses and secret touches, my heart got involved. Now it’s almost New Year’s Eve, and I’m done being invisible. I’ve discovered how to love in Kentbury, learned who I really am—and I refuse to keep hiding behind locked doors. Damian may be tied to his powerful family name, but if he wants me by his side, he has to face the truth of who we are together.

Trey Hartley doesn’t do helpless. Not in combat, not on the ice, and definitely not at home. But when his nanny ghosts him mid-season to backpack through Europe, he’s down a caregiver—with a nine-year-old niece, a packed hockey schedule, and zero backup plan. Enter Vivi Newport. CEO of Seattle’s top nanny agency. Total boss. And very much off the market.

Seven years ago, he walked away, and I built a new life for myself, swearing never to look back. But when my husband is arrested, that life collapses, leaving my daughter and me with nothing but a three-month plan to return to the small ranch town before disappearing again.

Romance author Willow Winslet believes the best in everyone, unless that one is Ryan Ford. What’s worse than being the only single person in your friend group? A hot guy in the checkout line mocking your boring Friday night. But Ryan Ford isn’t just anyone. To Willow, he’s an intolerable dating coach, an obnoxious podcaster, and a life-coaching con artist.

Leaving my hometown, I chased a single dream: work for Callahan Enterprises and build a better life for my brothers and me. The allure of city life, with all its glitz and glamour, promised a fresh start. I was determined to leave my past in the rearview mirror. But I didn’t bank on my demanding new boss.

She was not dating Ryan Kennedy. Period. End of story. It didn't matter that the sexy firefighter was so drop-dead gorgeous that women's eggs dropped at the sight of him. But not hers. Nope. Grace had things to do—finishing med school and keeping her nose clean for her upcoming residency match, to name a few—and she wasn't going to let anything or anyone derail her this time. He could try all he wanted, it was not happening. No matter how broad his shoulders were. Or how perfectly styled his messy hair was. Or what his sexy grin did to her insides. It. Was. Not. Happening. It couldn't.

Not him. Not that guy, Weston Lively. The one I've hated since law school. The man who gets by on good looks, a fat bank account, and a powerful, political father. Our more-than-just-a-kiss one drunken night changes nothing between us. We’re both still straight. And we still hate each other. It doesn’t matter that we work for the same law firm. We’ve put what happened behind us. Except....oops. It might’ve happened again.

Triona Sinclair was never meant for an ordinary life. A spark of something powerful has always lived within her—silent and still, until the moment it finally woke. A moment of fire and ruin. With her world shattered, Triona escapes into the wilds of Scotland—flanked by four allies, each loyal in their own way. But none of them challenge her quite like Finn MacGregor.

This military romantic suspense collection has everything you need, protective alpha heroes, heroines who never give up, action, adventure, suspense, mystery, and steamy romances, so jump in and meet your next book boyfriend!

From the moment I learned she was coming to our school, I had a gut feeling it would end in disaster. Out of all the schools in the world, why did Kaitlin Crosse have to choose ours? Her presence confused my brothers and created tension between them, but I soon realized my initial assumptions about her were completely wrong.

All my life I’ve been a prisoner. Locked away by men who think they hold all the power. First my father. And now him. The devil himself. Reid Harris. Even my husband can’t save me from the most infamous man in Harrow Creek and his loyal best friend. I’m tangled up in their twisted games. One woman. Three dangerous men. They expect me to cower. To beg and plead for mercy. But Reid’s about to discover that not everyone bends to his will.

My sin? Falling in love. People say "Go to Hell" like it's a place. It is. But it's also a state of existence, one with which I'm intimately familiar. What else would you expect for one of the damned, though? You know, those of us who’ve been cast out. The Fallen Ones.

The pop princess with her bright blue hair, pouty lips, haunting eyes, and the voice of a siren. She’s always been too busy for us. Music seems to be the one language we both speak. It’s not enough. For her. For them. For anyone. I’m not enough.

In my past, she was my wife until death did us part. In my present, I don't believe in ghosts. But eyes that have haunted me before, now full of secrets, have me questioning fate. In my future, I'll do whatever it takes to prove to her she's mine. Even if she belongs to another.

As said by Drake Princeton, "I loved you yesterday. I'll love you today, and I'll love you tomorrow, princess".

My past: I loved once. I was abused twice. I was betrayed thrice. I faced death four times.

To the rest of the world, I'm broken. Unfixable. But when he looks at me, I know what he sees. A woman, not a doll. A fighter, not a victim. A survivor. Maybe, he sees underneath that. Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be—a predator. They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence. Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me. Vengeance. This woman hasn't just been scorned... the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.

Sasha Nikolaev. The unhinged mobster. Satan’s spawn with pale blue eyes. I made him a promise years ago. Granted, I only made it so he’d kiss me. But it was a promise made nonetheless. So I waited. And waited some more.