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I always wanted a nice, normal boyfriend. The kind you could bring home to your parents. Instead, I fell for Austin Wright. We tried this once and failed. Hard. I swore the bad-boy Wright who set my body on fire would never get a second chance, because our love is heroin-laced-gasoline-addicting and destined to go up in flames.

You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone… Police academy cadet Charlie Burns can’t believe his luck when the gorgeous blonde he meets in a bar murmurs those magic words: “Nothing serious, ’kay?” Mind-blowing, no-strings sex with Ever Carmichael—it’s the holy grail of...

Ellen Robb does more than just sing for her supper - she also dances and sells cigarettes in a two-bit gambling parlor in a one-horse town. But when she hits a sour note with her scheming employer by refusing to help fleece a fat-cat customer in a crooked card game, she finds herself out of all three jobs. That's when she sings her song of woe to Perry Mason, who promises to turn her blues into greenbacks with the help of his crack team, Della Street, and Paul Drake, and a hefty lawsuit.

Two murders, two funerals, and Cold, Montana, is back in the news. Levi Fox and Ivy Stone need to find a way to move on. But the universe has other plans. Plans they don't see coming at all . . .

Micah: Constantine Ross is a cocky, provoking little...yeah. And I swear, I'd think that even if his family's business wasn't my biggest competition. It's time someone taught the man a lesson or two about life. At least that's what I tell myself when I offer him a job. Call it my good deed for the year...maybe the century.

I've always been a connoisseur of the opposite sex. Tall, short, thin, thick and juicy, my tastes knew no limitations. That became abundantly clear the night my best friend took me in his mouth. Sure, there'd been close calls before, the slip of a hand or misplaced lips. With our propensity to share women, it was bound to happen. That fateful night, I was met with pure intention and an experience I never want to forget.

When Hank Jensen began his journey to save his family, he learned his enemies possessed godlike power. Undaunted, he fought on, saved his family, and won the battle for control of the Rooms of Ruin, but both Hel and Luka escaped. Hot on Luka's trail, Hank learns the true stakes of his struggle - stakes that go beyond the fate of his family, of Mithgarthr and Osgarthr.

"Hard pass." That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse - and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some - but I know better. "Pay up." That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

They bound me. Led me into sin. Twisted my heart and soul. But they didn't break me. By a stroke of fate, I've won my freedom...and the dark half of the Seventh Circle. All it took was betraying the prince who held me captive. Belial's anger burns hotter than the fires of hell, but I won't rest until I've won my Nephilim mate from him, even if being his enemy tears at my heart.

Right now, Clarissa, our tour guide, is talking about prehistoric cave paintings. In a moment, she'll point at the mammoth.... Wait for it.... "Look at the mammoth on your right," she says. Told you! I've done her tour six times in two months. Everyone gawks at the mammoth. My eyes stay trained on Clarissa's lovely face. After the tour, I'll ask her out, fully expecting her to say no. I mean, why would a hotshot Parisian archaeologist go on a date with a dairy farmer from the sticks? But I need to hear Clarissa's no. Maybe then I'll be able to forget her.

French Goalkeeper Noah Masson wants to prove his worth to Coach and help his team win the gold. With an unruly mutt for company, a part-time gig to pay rent, and the national Water Polo Championships fast approaching, Noah is 100 percent focused on his goal. That is, until he catches a beautiful intruder poking around his kitchen....

True spite. Fake marriage. Real romance... If there's one man that store clerk and amateur photographer Diane Petit really, really, actively hates, it's fragrance mogul Sebastian Darcy who stole her father's company - and wrecked the man's health in the process. But the arrogant SOB had better brace himself because Diane has vowed revenge. And revenge she will have.

Her name's Antonia Toni Bennette (yeah, she's heard all the jokes before), and she's not a rock star. Neither are the Lillys - not yet. But the difference between being famous and being almost famous can be a single wrong note, or the start of something that'll change your life forever.

Everyone in the city knows who I am: Vincent Citrione, top capo of the most powerful crime family in the city. If you’ve got two brain cells to rub together, you’re scared sh*tless of me. As for women, I give them the hardest, dirtiest f*ck of their lives before showing them the door. They know better than to expect more. Commitments? F*ck ‘em. At least, that was my motto until I caught her snooping in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aubriella. I wanted her to be like all the rest of the girls. I wanted to forget her. But I can’t forget her lush curves...

It started in high school. We grew apart. Bit by bit, then all at once. The friend who was my ride or die suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. Now Cam's back from college, living in the house next door, and pulling stupid pranks just to annoy me. Between my intense family and my failing relationship, I'm struggling enough without his antics. But Cam won't go away. And I'm not so sure I want him to.

Netto was a Cyborg, a protector, and a contracted mercenary. His specialty was the water: shallows, salt water, and open oceans across the universe. He was also a freak forged from the DNA of a bull shark-blue-gray skin, a body built with power, and a double-set of razor-sharp teeth. His nomadic lifestyle came to a halt when his employer, the Earthian Planetary Exploration Division, offered him his old job back. Rylie was born and raised on the planet Kepler, on an agri-lot that farmed jewels from the sea. But something was happening to her family's lots and people were disappearing.

Iphi has always lived for others: her mother, the world's most powerful and temperamental witch; the town of Distant Edge, plagued with a rash of ghoul attacks only she can stop; and all the creatures, human and otherwise, who have strayed across her path since childhood. But when she's sucked into a desolate land far from home, a land filled with angry pixies, endless darkness, and an evil that has stalked her family for years, she'll have to put her needs first for once. And what she needs is her men. But first, she'll have to save them.

It takes a killer to catch a killer. And no one understands the motives of ruthless murderer The Sandman quite like Rhett Voss. Having spent his childhood in the shadows of the deranged lunatic, he's become an expert on the topic. Killing is in his blood, and as a hitman for hire, Voss maintains a steady diet of carnage, himself. Except lately, it's lost its appeal. Until he's enticed to track down the clever Sandman who has his sights set on Nola Tensley.

Five years, I've been the shadow in her past. She don't know the man who rescued her from her kidnapper that night was me. And it's gotta stay that way. Diletta's got a new life now—miles away from my world of violence and sin. Watchin' her from the sidelines was supposed to be enough. But one chance meeting, one brush of those eyes, and I'm wrecked. She don't recognize me, but I know the truth, and we're both gonna be in danger if our past catches up with us. So for her sake, I gotta hit the road. I wasn't counting on Diletta—that woman won't let me go, so I stay and fight for us both.

What's worse than having Rider Kingston, the star quarterback, give you the big brushoff because he doesn't want to get serious? You'd probably think living across the street from him where you get a firsthand view of his hookups, right? That's what I thought. Until someone drops off a baby with a note pinned to her blanket that says one of those jocks - either Rider or one of his roommates - is the father. The problem? Baby mama doesn't mention which of these numbskulls is the sperm donor. I wouldn't care about their paternity problems - except my brother lives there too.