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"Marry me, and I'll let your father live." Princess Caliane is convinced she'll die. Her castle's gates are torn open, her father, the king, bound and gagged on his throne, and in his throne room stands the tyrant. His skin is gray, his teeth sharp, his hands tipped with black claws. When he...

She poured fire into my cold, emotionless heart. Now all I see and feel is her. I'm a cold-blooded killer from the deep, always getting MSA's most hazardous underwater tasks. Fear and emotion are foreign to me, which makes me efficient but too callous to work with clients. Even though close...

A stranger is just someone you haven't been forced to spend Christmas with yet. Baxter As a 42-year-old single father, the last thing I expected before Christmas was for my daughter to sign me up for a community matchmaking event. The Christmas Buddies program becomes a challenge I can't wait to...

One secret Santa. Two lonely hearts. And a Christmas spent tearing down walls to let love in. Jason Harker I'll admit it—I can be a little nosy. When you live alone in a town as small and close-knit as Belleville, other people's stories have a way of filling the quiet. So when I find newcomer...

The devil won't let me run. I feel his hot breath on my nape wherever I go. I'm trapped in a world of magic and monsters, ruled by laws I don't understand, inhabited by creatures older and far more vicious than me. Here, I am a mere mortal. I am food or entertainment or both. If I want to get...

They say you should love thy neighbor, but I don't think they meant it the way I want to love mine. Miles "Rooster" Johnson As a young single dad with a teaching job, I haven't had much opportunity to date. My son is my entire world, and though I would love to have a partner and someone to count...

I'd been waiting my whole life to run. When I uncovered hidden papers detailing my inheritance, I knew my time had come. I packed my trunk full of plant babies, black nail polish, and determination. With my demons in the rearview mirror and my trauma for company, I made my way to Elmwood. The remote Maine mountain town is home to my future, a potential love interest, and a lot of really weird, possibly deadly secrets.

The night of summer solstice, I do something stupid. Drawn to the fire of magic, I approach the gods in their sacred circle. I am just a mortal, one of many. I shouldn't merit their attention. But behind the royal figures of the gods a shadow looms, menacing yellow eyes burning in its gloom. He asks me to dance. His clawed hands circle my waist, turning me to the sound of hoofbeats while his demonic voice whispers seductive lies in my ear. For one night and one night only, I let him touch me.

I'm not saying I've thoroughly enjoyed the three years I've spent in captivity on a pleasure planet, shaking my money-maker for intergalactic patrons… but, I mean, it hasn't been all bad. The jelly donuts were a perk. Granted, I didn't really know what I was signing up for when I agreed to be purchased by the sexy pink shark-man, but things seem to be looking up.

There's an honesty in the turning of the earth, in the turning of the seasons, and I've always preferred its quiet, steadfast company over that of other people. Left alone with an inherited cottage and my beloved pup Rotho to look after, my days are largely given to tending the garden, save for periodic errands in town.

Sometimes, a meet-cute, a long nap, and a sexy-ass bicep are just what the doctor ordered. Ben Montgomery I'm not sure if I've ever believed in love at first sight. In my forty-five years on this earth, the only sort of love I've known is the unconditional, soul-healing kind I have for my twin...

Three vengeful spirits. One broken woman. One night. Harlow can't live with herself after the traumatic events of a fateful Halloween night two years ago. Half-broken then, she's shattered now. The only way forward is to go back to the abandoned house where it all happened and pay the ultimate...

Jaga ist vor Woland geflohen und tut alles, damit er sie nicht findet. Sie kämpft noch immer darum, mit ihrer neu entdeckten Magie zurechtzukommen – ihrer Macht, aber auch ihren Gefahren. In der Absicht, in Slawa ein neues Zuhause zu finden, macht sie sich auf eine große Reise durch Wälder und Täler. Was sie nicht erwartet: Dort angekommen findet sie ein Land voller Zwietracht, Korruption und eiserner Herrschaft vor.

What was I thinking, trading my last painting for a "lucky" necklace? Instead of good fortune, the cursed trinket saddled me with a stocky, heavily tattooed ghost named Prudence. Determined to make the most of things, I struck a bargain: I'd help him with his problem if he'd help me with mine. En route to Oregon to help him shed his spectral existence, my ghostly companion becomes something more, and causes me to make a few unexpected discoveries about myself. Now I'm craving a connection that should send me running for the hills, and time is against me. 

I am a researcher. I read books, conduct experiments, and live quietly on the fringes of the orc town. All I want is peace, quiet, and a female to satisfy the wild urges of my orc body so they don't distract me from my work. Getting a human wife through the Temple seems like a logical solution—until I bring her home and she starts sowing chaos. She moves my books, cuts my herbs to make bouquets, and replaces the blessed silence with laughter and song. For such a tiny person, she can be very loud. And opinionated.

Liches are almost gone, only a handful of us left. I must marry to keep my race from extinction, yet how? No living female will ever stoop so low as to marry a lich. People fear us. They say we are the harbingers of death, bad luck, rot, and decomposition. In one last bid to carry out my duty, I request a wife through the Temple. She turns out to be a neglected, sickly thing with trembling hands and downcast eyes, seeking an arranged marriage out of despair. And she's perfect.

Returning to my hometown, to normalcy, after all I've been through feels strange, to say the least. Returning to the friends and family who have all moved on with their lives while I'm still trapped with demons of my past haunting me is the worst kind of torment. I'm safe now. Lydia, the woman who stole me when I was just nine years old, is in prison. I'm free. But I don't feel free. I don't even know who I am anymore. The child I was is dead, and the man I've become is lost.

If "bad decision" had a photo next to it in the dictionary, it would be of Alex James. What's better than attending your ex's wedding? A camping trip in the woods, complete with bugs, critters, and sharing a tent with the hottest—and most infuriating—man alive. It's basically a full...

Slawa's gods are at war, and I am the prize they fight for. I am broken. A piece of my soul burned away, leaving me hollow and unfeeling. I wander the caverns of Nawie, the only place that's not entirely unsafe. When I can't stand the boredom of a life with no meaning, I amuse myself watching...

„Es lässt sich nicht mit Worten beschreiben. Freudentränen liefen mir über die Wangen. Die intensiven, gleißenden Strahlen der aufgehenden Sonne erfüllten mich. Es fühlte sich an wie der Kuss eines Engels, der jede Faser meines Wesens berührte. Mein Körper war fast nicht in der Lage, einen so intensiven Glücksmoment zu fassen! Das lebendige Licht durchströmte mich und überflutete den ganzen Planeten unter mir mit seinem Segen.“ Manche Leute meinen, Meditieren bedeutet nur stillsitzen und atmen. Andere denken, man muss seine Gedanken zum Schweigen bringen und quälen sich vergeblich damit.