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What do a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Freaking. Bodies. Callum Walker kills people for a living. Although he doesn't get a say in who his boss puts on his list, he likes to hunt people who hurt children in his spare time. After a misunderstanding that leads Callum to believe...

Don’t bring a kiss to a knife fight. Roadkill. Violent. Brash. Obsessive. In the closet. Clyde. Cunning. Ruthless. Biker royalty. Trapped on the other side of the same closet. Roadkill. I’ve hated Clyde Turner since the moment I laid eyes on him. I hate him for existing, for tempting me, for being everything I can’t have.

When portals from another world split open the sky, humanity braces for war… only to discover the monsters from Erethar aren’t here to conquer. They need something from humans. Something oddly specific in order to survive. And I’ve spent the last few years working at my little shop and doing my part to help humanity by donating what the monsters crave. But everything turns upside down the day I get a call from a friend saying an injured, banished Vyastil is looking for sanctuary.

We've all heard the tale of the Mate's Mark, and how we're destined to find our fated mate. One human, one monster foretold to be the cure to this cursed world, and to repair the damage that has been done. What was once the cause of curiosity and intrigue has turned into nothing more than a mockery. Decades have passed, and not a single pair of fated mates has been found. Until now. Until me.

Hugo refuses to be anyone's pawn. He just wanted to find a husband. What he got was flirty chaos wrapped in a charming smile with a side of adventure and danger. Hugo is the son of a famous baker, looking for a rich husband to "save" his family (In other words, his mother doesn't want them to...

Life is good. In just a couple short weeks, I’ll be starting a new job; I’ll be business partners with Holden in our own consulting firm. I’ll be working alongside my best friend instead of the incompetent blowhards I have to put up with now. It also means I’ll get to see more of Holden and his fiance/little Ollie. I can’t get enough of my self-appointed nephew. I love hanging out with both of them; to have adult conversations with Holden and watch Ollie play. But as happy as I am that my friends have found love, I can’t help but be jealous.

To the unassuming observer, Ben Lockwood is your typical suburban dad. Aside from the fact that he's only thirty-six and his daughter is a sophomore in college. He and his wife, Jessica, had their only daughter, Hailey, when they were in high school. So you can imagine the unease Ben is feeling when said daughter brings her new boyfriend home for Thanksgiving… To stay in their house for the whole weekend.

Raphael Scott is going to break my heart. He’s an American rockstar, engaged to be married, and straight. He’ll get tired of whatever this is soon enough. Then he’ll go back to his beautiful actress girlfriend and I’ll be alone again. I’m fine with that. But it doesn’t mean I won’t take what he’s offering me right now. His shining American smile, his beautiful open heart, the desperate kisses he presses into my skin.

It's only temporary holiday magic. Brent Life has taught me not to get attached to anyone because they'll only let you down, but I can't stop myself from falling in love with my roommate and frat brother the moment we meet. It's been three years, and not only do I secretly pine for him, but now...

An undercover alien. A curvy human female he’s desperate to claim. One month to make her his. Tabitha Mathews has never had much luck with men. Her past relationships only left her heart aching and her self-esteem beaten down. But who needs them? She’s doing just fine on her own. She has a booming home business, an adorable, mischievous dog, and she just became a first-time homeowner…right next door to the hottest man she’s ever seen. Oh, did she mention that he happens to be an alien? An alien with dreamy, glowing eyes, wicked fangs and claws, and a tail.

An alien assassin. A tempting human female he can’t resist. Will she allow a killer to claim her? Avery Watson moved to Denver to escape her controlling mother. Sure, it's not easy, and she has to budget every penny, but her new friends don’t care if she doesn’t wear makeup, don’t glare at her if she laughs too loud or snorts. For the first time, she’s content. But then she meets Hunter Coleman. This powerful, mysterious man isn’t the sort that small, freckled, awkward women like Avery usually attract. His intense eyes follow her every move. She should be worried, but he makes her feel safe.

I've spent my college career editing adult videos, but never has one hit me as hard as seeing my girlfriend of sixteen months with the football team. Needless to say, I'm devastated. I need to hurt her like she's hurt me. My friends dub this mission Project: FU. A series of bad decisions lands me in bed with the worst one yet.

Rowan: Moving to a tiny town for the summer was not ideal for a city bigfoot like me. My job in finance may be joyless but at least paid well and used to give me an office with a spectacular view. Not for the next two months. I’d be even more pissed off if Wendigo Hills wasn’t surprisingly welcoming, and the barista in the coffee shop wasn’t so damn cute. Milo: I was destined for chaos, not juggling work, debt, and school while visiting my last living family member, Ethel, in a nursing home. It would have been another busy but boring summer if I hadn’t followed great aunt Ethel’s advice.

Zack: Life has been pretty hectic lately. After working long hours at multiple jobs, I finally saved up enough money for a down payment on a house. The ink barely had time to dry on the mortgage paperwork when things started falling apart and needing repairs. Just when I think my luck can’t get any worse, my truck breaks down and I find myself on the city bus. But what I saw as misfortune turns out to be a blessing in disguise when I sit by a beautiful blue eyed boy named Blake.

Everyone thinks the mafia is so glamorous. They make books and movies by the hundred and it's all suave guys in suits making deals in smoky backrooms over poker games. Well, I'm the mafia prince of Oklahoma. There's no glitz or glamor here, and I hate every minute of it. But it's my birthright. Until war breaks out between my family and the Aryan Brotherhood, and I'm forced to go into hiding in a little Missouri town that's even more remote and redneck than my own.

Being a super genius should make life a sleigh ride, not a snowstorm. Jakob’s entire life has been defined by his oversized brain. When he finally breaks out of the ivory tower he’s been kept in, Jakob has plans to do all the things he’s been told are beneath his intellect. Step one? Deck the halls with his very first Christmas tree. He doesn’t expect to meet his future Daddy on the side of the road, but there’s no arguing with the magic of the holidays.

I don't know what it is about this man that has captivated me like no one else. It's made me question everything I think I know about myself. But that's fine—I'll obsess from afar until I graduate and move on with my life. Then I'm handed an exclusive invitation to Rumor, the frat's 'gay chicken' club that performs in front of a camera. The one who doesn't back out first wins cash. Thinking maybe I can clear up this curiosity once and for all if I try my hand at dick, I go.

Eric Baird made the decision to abandon modern conveniences and his prejudiced family for a simple island life. He has a small cabin and a lagoon all to himself and, though he's sometimes lonely, he's mostly relieved that he can finally be free. But one lazy afternoon swim takes a dangerous turn when a cramp has Eric struggling not to drown. Suddenly, someone saves him, and he's ever so grateful... until he sees who it is. Tyfodorus is a Cecaelia who has a rather human upper body and a definitely squid lower half.

Billionaire. Recluse. My new worst enemy. Darrel Hastings is the sexiest therapist from hell. Tall. Jacked. Green-eyed jerk. My mere existence seems to put him in a bad mood. As hot as he is, I’m not exactly getting warm and fuzzy in his presence either. So when Darrel mistakenly offers me a decorating job, I turn it down so hard his head spins. I’m not interested in taming this cold and heartless beast. Until I stumble on the two little secrets running around his castle. Turns out, the tin man has a heart. Why is it always the gruff ones who turn out to be the secret softies?

I've been secretly married for eight years. Why is it a secret? Because having an open marriage splashed all over headlines isn't a good look. We'd constantly be under the spotlight, our lives and relationships judged. That's not the kind of hockey player I want to be known for, especially because we play for different teams. Although most of my relationships outside of my marriage are passing, I've been pining over my best friend and teammate for years. Years! Just as I decide that maybe it's time to see where this leads, management throws an unexpected play in our faces.