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As one of the few humans stranded on the ice planet, I should be happy that I have a new home. Human women are treasured here, and one alien in particular has made it clear that he wants me. It's hard to push away the sexy, flirtatious Aehako when all I want to do is grab him by his horns and insist he take me to his furs. But I've got a terrible secret - the aliens who abducted me are back, and thanks to the translator in my ear, they can find me. My presence here endangers everyone...but can I give up my new life and the man I want more than anything?

When I see the delicate human female collared and enslaved by the smuggler I'm about to swindle, I do what any male would do. I take her from him. It's what I do best, after all. Now Fran's mine, and I'm never giving her up. On board my spaceship, she'll be safe. She'll wear my clothes, eat my food, and sleep in my bed. I'll keep her safe from a galaxy that wishes her harm. But my sweet Fran wants nothing more than to return to Earth. How can I take her home when she holds my heart in her dainty, five-fingered hands?

Nava Katz is an expert at burying her lost dreams and wielding cynicism as her personal brand. Then she interrupts her twin brother's induction ceremony into a secret supernatural society, accidentally torches his life-long dream, and steals his destiny as a Chosen Demon Hunter. Suddenly she’s got dangerous new powers she can’t control, a centuries-old Brotherhood rooting for her to crash and burn, and her twin’s life hanging in the balance. Her designated shadow? Rohan Mitra, a brilliant, dangerous slayer whose inner demons earn nods of respect from actual ones.

When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I’m, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we’ve already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit. Not my finest hour, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it, either. And now—God help me—I’m forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who’s the complete opposite of me. He’s bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I’m sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral. But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities.

Six months ago, I escaped from a monster in the dead of night, our five-year-old daughter asleep in my arms. Desperate and rapidly running out of cash, my luck finally turns when I land a bartending job at a swanky Los Angeles nightclub. The owner is difficult, moody, and relentless in his crusade for perfection. But it’s not hard work that scares me. It’s the burgeoning swell of desire that consumes me every time our eyes meet across the crowded dance floor. But if I’m damaged, he’s wrecked. The truth is, we can’t run from our pasts.

I've got a secret and I haven't told a soul: I'm pregnant to my deadbeat ex-husband and thousands of dollars in debt. So when the chance comes up to become an escort with Monstrous Deals, I jump at it. After all, it sounds like my dream job. I wear pretty lingerie, I flirt and serve drinks, and the perks are I can play with a whole herd of unicorns if I want to? Sign me up! I'm in my ho era, OK. Gotta have fun while I can. Only one of the herd won't stop watching me.

Rogue slavers have landed on the ice planet and captured the tribe. The only ones not snatched? Me, a walking human motormouth with no skill except that of incoherent babbling, and Warrek, who's as silent as he is attractive. Two more unlikely people have never been paired together. Saving the others is either going to bring us closer together - or drive us completely apart. I'm pretty sure the feelings I'm having for my alien companion are as unrequited as they are inappropriate, but since we aren't going to make it out alive, what harm is one teeny, tiny kiss?

Over half of Earth's population has left the planet, mainly as contract workers for aliens, and the homeworld is losing relevance to the emigrants. The EarthCent president takes on the task of making sure that humanity isn't permanently stuck in a rut of low-skilled labor. Can the ambassador put aside her new-found obsession with the Galactic Free Press crossword puzzle and help save the day?

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.

When life deals a wild card, play it no matter the cost. Since the day Rey's defiance earned her a blinding blow to the head, fear has hovered as close as the guide dog that clings to her side. But the terror that grips her now is almost beyond description.

Only for those I love would I traipse into the merciless Northlands to risk life, limb, and my exquisite beauty. But do they appreciate it? Do they say, "Gwenvael the Handsome, you are the best among us - the most loved of all dragons?" No! For centuries my family has refused to acknowledge my magnificence, as well as my innate humility. Yet for them, and because I am so chivalrous, I will brave the worst this land has to offer. So here I stand, waiting to broker an alliance with the one the Northlanders call the Beast.

Overnight, my life has changed to one of sheer survival. I wake up on a strange alien world covered in ice. I have no memories of myself, not even my name. And I've resonated to the biggest braggart on the planet. Skarr is a chest-beating alpha male gladiator with lizard genetics and an intense case of self-love. He tells everyone within hearing distance how amazing he is. Bleh.

I’m running a coven and trying to break a curse so we can stop the fabric of reality from unraveling around us…and I am screwing it up every chance I get. I don’t have time for romance, yet Fate had the audacity to send a possible soulmate my way. A demon who has the power to save us all…if only I could wrangle him into submission. A demon who's more like me than I care to admit. Working with Mayhem is like working with a bigger, beefier, masculine version of myself, and I have to say…I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Even worse…

Lucky's the first woman to ever be patched in the Bedlam Butchers, and she's still trying to figure out where she stands. The guys keep protecting her from the worst club business, and well, treating her like a girl. To make matters worse? She's pregnant. How's she supposed to be a tough biker if she's got a baby on the way?

Kyra Greene never thought she’d return to Asgard. Not after she burned the Rainbow Bridge, the only road home. Now, she has no choice. With her unborn child’s life at stake, she must find a new route to the old world or die trying. Asgard will bring up ghosts of her past, and Kyra will have to atone for her crimes, but none of that is as important as saving the life of her child—until a ghoul infestation threatens the very fabric of Asgard itself.

When the elderly duchess I cared for dies, her slimy son—my ex—tells me he wants me back. Um, no. I flee, and at the Intergalactic Employment Agency, I'm offered a job teaching an alien warlord sophistication so he can woo a mate at the upcoming Match-Mating Soiree. If anyone can domesticate a brute, it's me. In between teaching Forje how to converse politely and dance without crushing his partner's tail, he shares his battle scars and unusual poetry.

They say bad things come in threes, and the De Luca brothers have trouble written all over them. Matteo, Vito, Enzo. Their ruthless reputation has followed them all the way from Italy to New York City, and they're here to collect what they were promised. I'm not supposed to care that they're enticing, my favorite kind of temptation. I'm here on a mission to wipe the slate of my sordid past clean. But one taste is all it takes to have me questioning my plan. I'm sinking faster than I can piece together a way out.

I had her. She was mine. They took her away. Lyriope Morelli is the dream I’ve been chasing. My obsession isn't gone, my hunger’s not satiated. I won't rest until I find her and claim her again. I won't rest until I've dragged her safely back to Wonderland. Villains don’t get the happily ever after written for them in the story. And I'm the villain of this story; vicious and calculating, terrifying in my whims. Which is why, when it comes to my queen of hearts…the game has just begun.

I was sold to my enemies; a deal made to keep the peace, but deals get broken all the time... What did these powerful families have as collateral? Their daughters. A decade earlier, they decided that we were expendable, that we could be sold in marriage to keep their dealings honest. I didn’t matter more than the security I could bring to the marketplace. I was twelve when they decided that, in ten years, I’d belong to the Hernandez family. Everyone knew what was coming for me. Everyone…except me.

With the whole world knowing about her unusual household of seven – can't forget Tin – and everyone wanting a piece of her and her men, Veronia is an unanticipated haven. Within the confines of that kingdom, Sascha can come to terms with the new status quo, something she actually appreciates. Now, she can slap the cow who dares ogle Sawyer while he's jogging. And that actress who had her paws on Kurt? Yup, no more. Sascha's staked her claim.