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I'm leaving you this note because I know you're very busy, and I don't want to waste the town sheriff's time. Lord knows I've already wasted enough of it. Thank you for taking me home last night and...everything else. I made you a basket of wild blueberry muffins for your trouble. That seemed like the appropriate baked good for getting naked in your living room. I wasn't myself last night. I didn't mean to kiss you or fondle your backside or ask all those intimate questions. Thank you for pretending to enjoy it.

What do you do when your cheating business partner/boyfriend (bad, bad idea) announces he’s selling your software company on Thursday to fund his new life with his other girlfriend? You hurry back to stop him, of course. He’s not getting rich on my dime! Or that would be the plan, but I’m currently lost in the Klamath Mountains, access to my car cut off by a California wildfire, and there’s no way I make it back in time.

I have loved Channing Monroe all my life. In first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper. I hit him in the head with it. Third grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade. In eighth grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm. Growing up, the problem was never love for us. Bad times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life. The problem was us. The problem is that we're living in two different worlds now. Fallen Crest and its millionaires for me.

Dramatisations of some of Kipling’s finest fiction for adults, including ‘The Man Who Would Be King’ and The Light That Failed Well-known for his poems and stories set in India during British Imperial rule, Rudyard Kipling was the first English author to win the Nobel Prize for Literature...

I've been trying to beat Wren Callan for years. Turns out, I had to marry her in Vegas and get her pregnant to finally win. We were supposed to get a quickie divorce before anyone found out… But I couldn't sign the papers. Now she's carrying my baby and crashing in my spare room. We've gotten good at pretending like we're just roommates who can't stop f*cking. She thinks I want to stay married to steal her company. But the truth? I want her in my bed. I want her name inked on my ring finger.

Peepolykus (pronounced 'people-like-us') has toured its irreverent brand of comic theatre in more than 100 towns across four continents. Now the group has taken to the airwaves, hijacking the great works of fiction to hilarious effect. Assuming the roles of minor characters in major works, they derail the plots through their own hapless buffoonery, and from Madame Bovary to Macbeth, familiar stories take an unexpected turn. 

Once upon a time she was my sister’s best friend. I’d always wanted her to be mine, that is until the night everything changed and my love morphed into pure hatred. Now I’m a vile bastard with a chip on his shoulder. Cruel black hate is all I know. My only focus f--king my way through Blackthorn’s elite women and partying. Then she shows up at Blackthorn. She’s different now, quiet and reserved, but just as beautiful as she was the day she disappeared. One look and my focus changes. I decided then that my time for revenge is now. No way does she get to enjoy herself.

Two years ago, she ruined my family’s life. Maybe, she thought it was only a little lie. That she did the right thing, that the worst was behind her, that no one had gotten hurt. Oh, how naive the black haired beauty was! Fate has finally brought her back to me...to Blackthorn Academy. Once upon a time, I was obsessed, consumed with the need to make her mine. Now, I just want revenge, and I’ll do whatever I can to get it.

My husband traded me away to save his own life...and now I belong to the devil. One night and everything in my life changed. Two words and my world turned dark: "Take her." Owing the most ruthless crime lord in Garden City five million dollars, my husband chose to trade me and my children away to save himself. I was on the cusp of freedom, so close to divorcing that scumbag I was married to. Now I'm enslaved to a man who is obsessed with me. A man so wicked and beautiful they call him Lucifer.

I’m a romance novelist who no longer believes in love. My agent keeps calling it writer’s block, but I think what I have is more permanent. If I no longer believe in love, how can I continue to write books about it? Still, I take her suggestion to figure something out and find myself in Whiskey Valley at a ranch to get some firsthand knowledge of what cowboys really do. I am not prepared for the level of male hotness that greets me. Griffin is rough and tough and growly, but I catch glimpses of his tender underbelly that has even my iced-over heart melting a little.

The moment I laid eyes on Penny, her innocent, submissive nature called to my dominant side. I volunteered to guide her exploration into my dark and decadent world. I'm also playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with an obsessed psychopath whose goal is to destroy me. When my worlds collide, I'm forced to call it quits between us. Soon, I discover I'm too late, and she's caught in the crossfire. Now, I'll do anything to protect the woman I'm falling for.

No panties. No problem. At least until I slip on the wet floor and go heels over head in front of my colleagues and half the courthouse. Returning to consciousness can't be more awkward, until I find out who my sexy, argumentative, and bossy knight in shining armor really is. My career may not survive my beaver blunder, and my heart might not survive Owen Grant.

He had a way of pulling everyone into his darkness. Then, to make matters worse, he convinced you that you liked it there. Kyle Davis—ex professional baseball player and current felon—loved Sara, his best friend. Strictly platonically, of course. He’d do absolutely anything for her, even put up with Greer, Sara’s other best friend

Shaw Hollander is desperate. Broke, unemployed, and determined to help his ailing mother, he falls on the good graces of a wealthy benefactor who is willing to give Shaw a job at his mansion in order to pay off his mother’s debts. Suddenly finding himself surrounded by lavish riches, he has no idea what his duties truly entail until he’s sent to the rose garden and meets the tragically mutilated Isobel.

Declan Donnelly has spent years escaping his family’s wild reputation. He’s now a respectable businessman in Lost Coast Harbor—but the mild-mannered bookstore owner is hiding devilish desires. When he discovers the town's delicious baker is using him to get to his family, the devil comes out to play... Annabel Johnson doesn't always think things through, and her last bad decision led to a new name, a new home, and a new job laundering money for the most dangerous man in town. Years later, she’s almost free of that burden. All she needs to do is seduce the man she’s desired for years.

Brody Cassidy. Navy SEAL. Southern boy. A guy's guy. He likes beer and barbecue and the occasional visit to the strip club just off base. What Brody doesn't know is that his future is about to be changed by a woman from his past. She was his first love. His first for everything. And he's never gotten over her.

Ava Archer had everything a woman could ever desire. She was beautiful, rich, sociable, and free to do whatever she wanted between the sheets. Her job was easier than breathing, and she was used to getting her own way at the office.... Until she met Nathaniel Brooks. In a battle for dominance, Ms. Archer would need to fall in line if she were to work under Mr. Brooks. But, there was just one problem: Not all women are submissive. When the clock strikes five, both would soon realize the difficulty in keeping things business as usual, behind office doors.

Levi McCoy took me under his wing when we were kids. He was my protector. My best friend. My everything. And I was sidekick. We stayed close, even when relationships and life in general tried to tear us apart. Years later, he landed an internship at Montague Enterprises, competing with my childhood nemesis, Conner Daniels, for the final coveted position. That's when things got messy. The two bargained for the official job offer, using me as their pawn. And I fell for it.

It was such a shame that she was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. She knew that we would come for her. We had seen her delicate face that night, hidden in the shadows, and she had seen what we did, her gasp of horror giving her away. She was perfection, beauty, and oozed goodness but that wasn’t going to save her from us. No one could ever find out our secret, which meant we needed to get rid of her. But killing her wasn’t an option and scaring her into silence wasn’t as easy of a feat as we expected.

They say there is always a calm before the storm. A time when you think you’re safe, protected from the destruction that you know is going to eventually come. Harper was that calm. And I? I was the motherf--king storm. As kids, we were best friends. She was the light to my darkness. I used to protect her from her bullies. But now, I’ll become her most feared one. Seeing her for the first time after three years was like a bucket of ice water being poured on me. It chilled me to the bone, making me irrational, angry.