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I spilled a cup of coffee on the president of acquisitions. He deserved it. Not the brightest idea, but I'd had a bad day, and now he's getting back at me. For nine weeks I'm to be his assistant, and there's nothing I can do about it. It's punishment. Every moment we're near each other it's a constant battle of wills, but I refuse to go down. If only he wasn't so good looking. If only my fantasies didn't invade our arguments. Everything is off the cuff, including him pinning me to the wall.

All I want is Branson Ford. I've been starry-eyed for my handsome boss since the day I started working for him at Empire Media. Problem is, he doesn't see me as anything more than his sweet assistant. I need help becoming a vixen. I need someone to teach me how to be sensual, how to be desired, and how to get the man I've pined over for the last two years. So, I enlist the help of my co-worker. My very sexy, very charming co-worker, Hunter Johnstone.

A sexy rockstar walking into your hotel room sounds like a dream come true. When you're in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was, it's a freaking nightmare. It gets worse. What I thought was my room...was actually his. I'd just given last year's hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy. Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson's hotel room. Nobody knows I'm that girl and it's going to stay that way. It's not like I'm going to run into him again, right? Wrong.

Just as I'm shutting down my dating profile for good, a new message pops up. He's funny, so I think, what the hell? I reply. When he suggests that we meet, I say yes. F--k. It's Cameron Hunter, one of the rudest, most arrogant assholes I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. He's also the son of one of the state's most influential judges. The same judge who's about to become my step-father....

My personal life is falling apart. And to make matters worse, my best friend's brother keeps popping up at all my worst moments to save the day. I've never claimed to have it together, but I certainly don't need a man to rescue me every time I get my heel stuck in a sewer grate. Except that's what keeps happening. Vann Delane is pushy and stuck up and thinks he knows everything there is to know about everything. I've decided to stay away from him. I've got too many other fires to put out to worry about the something between us that doesn't have a name.

I'm over men. I'm done with them. Or at least the ones that work in my kitchen. Fine, one man in particular. Wyatt Shaw is cocky and condescending and so far out of his element that he doesn't know which way is up. Or how to run his brand new kitchen all by himself. That's where I come in. Sous chef extraordinaire. Second in command. Bane of his existence. I am the reason Wyatt's doing so well as the new executive chef of one of our city's most prestigious restaurants. He has me to thank for his glowing accolades and five-star write-ups. Only if you were to ask him, he'd say I'm his biggest problem.

I have a war to end. I've become Queen of Wolf Bridge, and I'm taking Paws Peak next. But my body is revolting. Two of my four mates have sealed me. It isn't enough. If I'm reckless, everything will fall apart. Tenuous ideas of peace between werewolves, vampires, and humans are riding on my moonlight. My need overshadows reason. Once all of my mates take me, I'll be whole, but the world might be damned. One story ends, another begins.

I'm the lost princess of Howling Sky. Only a few days ago, I would have said that was crazy, that I'm just Sorissa. Now, I'm living crazy. Everybody wants to use me for their own gain in the Prime War. Except for Phantom Fangs, my werewolves. I left with vampires to save their lives. Maybe the vampires intend to kill me, but I'm not that fragile. I'll survive, and I'll keep my werewolves safe.  

I was sold to werewolves. They said I'm the lost princess of Howling Sky. I said I'm just Sorissa. They said I'm to be claimed by a lecherous prince and that I'll end some timeless war between werewolves, vampires, and humans. I made other plans. Then, four powerful werewolves from a rival kingdom came out of nowhere, and I was stolen again. They call themselves Phantom Fangs. Now, they're taking me to their kingdom to keep me "safe". 

Vodka should come with a warning: mixing with karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote when you were 14 about the boy who broke your heart. At least he didn't see it. Oh wait. He did. I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding. When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk tells me he's hasn't changed. He's still the same arrogant asshole who made my childhood hell.  

Walking into Jake's bachelor party to see my professor motorboating a stripper was awkward. It wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't completely hot for the guy. I had been since I first walked into that feline anatomy class and saw him performing chest compressions on a Persian cat named Andrew. So, as I sat in that strip club and knocked back my third tequila, I started thinking...I should make a move on him. When our eyes locked over the busty, blonde stripper who was gyrating against me and he smiled, it was all the encouragement I needed. I have no idea what happened next.

Once upon a time, I was the only Brightling in the Fold, a hidden realm of nighttime and dark magic. I lived each day scared and cold until the Oracles breathed prophecy upon me. They spoke of dark nights, bright dawns, and deep oceans. And power. I'd never known real power in the land of eternal darkness. So when the Oracles showed me the way to live a new life, I took it, even if it meant my death. It has been a month since Karina was crowned the Queen of Shadows and Flame. For the first time in her life, she is blessed with the power to protect herself and those she loves.

When Karina agrees to help the ghost of a murdered Oracle uncover a plot that could unravel the fabric of reality, she finds herself caught in the crossfire between bounty hunters and her ex-bodyguards. Now she needs to reclaim the birthright and power she abandoned before she loses everything and everyone she loves.   

For Blizzard, the feeling of betrayal was one he knew well. His father, a member of the Brothers by Blood MC, believed the brotherhood came first, even before his wife and child. At first Blizzard didn't even blame his mother for walking out on them. That was until he learned that she'd hooked up with a member of another MC, leaving him behind to deal with the aftermath. He never thought he would feel that kind of pain again. That was until Rose came along, tempting him, drawing him in and then leaving him on the sidewalk, fighting for his life as she walked away with the enemy.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Mistletoe and holly and lights all aglow. It's my favorite time of year. Until my husband had to go and ruin it. Christmas is officially canceled at my house now that I've kidnapped my husband and locked him in the basement. And not even Santa can get me out of this mess. I know what you're thinking. That I'm crazy. But I swear I'm not. I'm going to let him free eventually. Or maybe with a little Christmas magic he'll fall in love with me again.

To most people, suburbia is synonymous with good school districts, manicured lawns, and friendly neighbors. But you can never really tell what's hiding behind those white picket fences and smiling faces. I mean, we all have secrets. The kid down the street steals lawn gnomes. The woman on the corner is having an affair. And me? I'm a murderer. At least...that's what everyone thinks. Because that's the other thing about the suburbs. Rumors spread like wildfire. Handsome detectives start poking around. Houses explode. You know...the usual.

I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.

Ex-Air Force hacker Jace Adams is the best at what he does. There isn't a system he can't infiltrate or a country his team can't topple. But when he finds Lena Morris, the woman he hates most in the world, on his doorstep, the last thing he wants to do is help her. Or is it really Lena? Lindsey Morris can't believe her twin sister, Lena, is missing, with only a cryptic text to find the man Lena once betrayed. But as easy as Jace is to look at, getting him to agree to help her find her sister is a lot harder.

Return to USA Today best-selling author Tiffany Reisz's Original Sinners series with Winter Tales, a collection of three fan-favorite Christmas novellas plus a brand-new novella. In December Wine, the long-awaited story of Nora Sutherlin's first meeting with Nico can finally be told. This special holiday-themed collection also includes the novellas Poinsettia, The Christmas Truce, and The Scent of Winter. A bonus short story starring Søren rounds out the Winter Tales anthology.

Jayne Burns has come too far in her life to look back. An orphan, she's used to being no one's choice. Not anymore. When she lands a job as a private tutor for the adopted daughter of a world-famous guitarist, everything changes. The rock gods of Rochester's Pathos, Tennyson, Lee, Klaus, and Diego set their sights on her, and sweep Jayne off her feet. But the band has a secret, and if it comes to light, they'll lose Jayne. They refuse to give her up, and they'll tell any lie, barricade any door, and fight any foe to keep her.