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Nora Miller knows that her best friend’s brother is completely out of her league. He’s older, extremely successful, and still carrying the quiet heartbreak of losing his wife two years ago. But when Theo’s nanny suddenly quits and he asks Nora to fill in, she can’t turn him down. As long as no one discovers her hopeless crush on her new boss, everything should be fine.

Isabella Shay is usually a very honest person. But when she's running late for her first day at a dream job and the barista yells for "Amy" three times with no answer, she does the unthinkable. Izzy takes that PSL. But when she turns around and runs directly into the most attractive man she's ever seen, spilling the drink all over his GQ shirt and tie, she ends up having the ultimate meet-cute. Sparks fly and things feel beyond promising until he says the words, "See you tomorrow, Amy." Uh, oh-she'll definitely have to straighten him out the following day.

Enslaved for years by a powerful crime lord, Bryn has been forced to harness her elemental magic to create vile potions that have harmed countless supernaturals. When the compound she's called home is attacked, Bryn escapes and tastes freedom for the first time in more than a decade. But when the sins of her past race to catch up with her, she realizes a taste might be all the freedom she's destined for. Bryn's unusually strong earth magic puts a target on her back, and when she's hit with a deadly curse, her only hope comes in the form of four dangerously sexy supernaturals.   

I met Adam Nova under the twinkling lights of a nighttime sky. He was hiding, but that gorgeous boy didn't belong in the dark. Nevertheless it was where he lived: a different world than mine. I was Livingston Montgomery, Southern debutante. With the world at my fingertips, I was well on my way to being another spoiled socialite. But I didn't want money. I didn't want social status. I wanted him: tattoos, sarcastic smirk, bad boy reputation and all. It didn't matter that he was from the wrong side of the tracks. It didn't matter that my family forbade me from seeing him.

Studious and sensible, the only thing Molly Wakefield wants to do is get through senior year and graduate. That, and hit the beach in her spare time. Maybe even read a book or two. And things are going great—until the day she catches Weston McGrath, handsome star athlete and scholar, spying on her in study hall. A tad creepy? Maybe. Thrilling? Absolutely. Why? Because Weston McGrath is one guy no one can get close to. Despite her efforts to avoid him, Molly and Weston form an unlikely friendship. But it's a friendship that comes with a price—because Weston cannot stop screwing up.

Isabel has one rule: no dating. It's easier. It's safer. It's better...for the other person. She's got issues. She's got secrets. She's got rheumatoid arthritis. But then she meets another sick kid. He's got a chronic illness Isabel's never heard of, something she can't even pronounce. He understands what it means to be sick. He understands her more than her healthy friends. He understands her more than her own father, who's a doctor.

Assistance from the great mage Elowen comes with a price. To escape a fate worse than death, Bryn and her four sexy guardians must locate a powerful relic if they hope to live past the next full moon. A reclusive priesthood could have the answers they seek, but there may be more to their peaceful way of life than meets the eye. When Taj and Calder are injured, Bryn must turn to drastic measures to save them. But her desperation may cause more harm than good and shift the delicate balance of her relationships forever.

This camping trip is Chris’s last chance to repair his relationship with his daughters, Kayla and Emma. Nothing’s been the same since they lost their mom. But things go wrong as soon as they get to the mountains. When they make camp, nine-year-old Emma runs off into the woods. By the time they find her, there’s a snowstorm rolling in. And Emma’s leg is badly broken. They need to find shelter, fast. They think they’re safe when they come across an old farmstead. The woman inside welcomes them in from the howling blizzard and straps up Emma’s leg.

Tequila Key is just like any other small town, and I'm just like any other small town psychic. Scratch that. Tequila Key is a world onto itself and some people might think that I am one crayon short of the box. And, if we're being totally honest, Tequila Key is just like any other small town - if that town boasts a voodoo priestess and a few white witches for flavor. Turquoise blue water and the best margaritas this side of Mexico make it hard to leave.

Trust me—if there's one thing I'm not attracted to, it's the shrieking, overly-dramatic shrew that's taken over my sister's apartment. And what is up with her hair? I know what I want; an easy, uncomplicated lay—and Cecelia Carter sure as shit isn't one. But I never could resist a challenge, and vow to wipe that condescending grin off her pretty face. Aw, shit. Did I just call her pretty?

I was reunited with Livingston Montgomery in the broad sunshine of a Carolina morning, right where she belonged; in the light. It'd been too long since I'd seen her face. She had changed, but so had I. I was Adam Nova, reformed bad boy. Now, successful business man. I had it all, except for the one person I'd always wanted, and now I was back to claim her.  

When Mona the Mouse stumbles across the wondrous world of the Heartwood Hotel in the middle of a storm, she desperately hopes they'll let her stay. As it turns out, Mona is precisely the maid they need at the grandest hotel in Fernwood Forest, where animals come from far and wide for safety, luxury, and comfort. But the Heartwood Hotel is not all acorn souffles and soft moss-lined beds. Danger lurks, and as it approaches, Mona finds that this hotel is more than a warm place to spend the night. It might also be a home.

Courage, kindness, and adventure abound in this charming chapter book series! It's all paws on deck as Mona the mouse and Tilly the squirrel open a new branch of the Heartwood Hotel, but strange hauntings might disrupt their plans. Mona the mouse is on a grand adventure to help run the Heartwood...

I've heard a lot of things about Weston Cole. Popular. Conceited. Supercilious. He's spent the last three years steadily dismantling my family's legacy. I should hate him. And I did. Until I encountered him freshman year and discovered he's also troubled. Captivating. Audacious. And when I come across him again senior year, it turns out that knowledge is even more dangerous than his suggestive smirk....

Blossom Valley, West Virginia, is home to Smythe Orchards, Winnie and her Granny's beloved 25-acre farm and family business. But any way you slice it, it's struggling. That's why they're trying to drum up business with the "First Annual Christmas at the Orchard", a good old-fashioned holiday festival with enough delicious draw to satisfy apple-picking locals and cider-loving tourists alike - until the whole endeavor takes a sour turn when the body of Nadine Cooper, Granny's long-time, grudge-holding nemesis, is found lodged in the apple press.

Perla Wultz lives with her husband, Grant, and their precious daughter, Sophie, in a gated Pasadena community. Affluent, sociable, and accomplished, Perla plays the part of loving wife and mother to perfection. It seems an ideal life, if not for a decades-old crime that has become Perla’s dark and consuming secret obsession. Twenty-three years ago, Leewood Folcrum confessed to murdering two young girls during a birthday party. Though he’s been condemned to a life sentence, his crime is not forgotten.

Becoming a goddess wasn’t what I planned for today. Death made me an offer I couldn't refuse. But I'm in love with the archangel who is his oldest and best friend. “You have been friends for a millennium,” I said. Perhaps as much as a god and his angel could be friends, I thought. “It would be cosmically stupid for you to allow a woman to ruin such love.” I held their hands tight as they flinched and tried again to pull away. But they were looking at me now, not each other, which is what I wanted. Focus on me, boys, I thought to myself, selecting my next words carefully.

It is cold to walk in the shadow of a newborn goddess. When tasked to do the impossible, sometimes even the righteous must disobey.“What do you seek of my Raven Queen?” He opened his mouth —I’m sure to object or demand —but I tilted my head and smiled at him from behind my curtain of scarlet curls with all the womanly radiance I could muster. He was my windfall, the solution to my current problem set for me by Illyria herself. For all my training and years of practice as a bedslave, I also wanted, nay, needed this god to bend to my will. He did.

We are what we remember. I remember being betrayed and murdered. I remember rising from my own grave. I remember my vengeance upon the Chosen of Tyrr. I remember my victories, my defeats, and my sins. With all eternity stretched out before me, all I want is to forget. Hounded by my mother, my lovers, my friends, my allies, and everyone who craves something from me, there is no peace to be found anywhere. Worst of all is the Lady of the Dread Hunt whose twisted agenda leaves me aroused and confused. Am I her predator or her prey?