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It's been five years since I found my family. Not my bio-family—my found family of friends. I love them to pieces, but lately they aren’t enough. I want a baby. All my friends have family units with cuddly babies, and I want that too. But I turn thirty-five in less than a month. Clock’s ticking, so I’ve got to hustle. I need some baby batter to bake a bun in my oven as soon as possible. One problem: baby batter comes from men, and I’m really tired of men and their heartbreaker BS. Manic, though, is different from the other men.

La Lune Noire is a haven for the corrupt. My resort, my world, my life. And Zara West is here to blow it up. If only that were enough of a reason to stop thinking about the stunning assassin, but ever since she arrived, with her mahogany hair, quick wit, and cherry obsession, I’ve been consumed. My infatuation aside, I never lose control. No matter what she’s here for, she’ll leave empty-handed. Never underestimate the house edge.

I once thought one of my ruthless boys could be the killer I’m hunting. They’re all dark, deadly, and more than capable of brutality. But now, I’m held by the King I’ve been stalking in the shadows, and when I unmask him, he’ll realize he made a huge mistake in taking my brother from this world.

"Elsie Silver's writing is a true revelation!" ALI HAZELWOOD --- Grumpy cowboys and steamy romance . . . Welcome to Chestnut Springs: the big-hitting, small-town series from TikTok sensation Elsie Silver. Perfect for fans of Devney Perry, Lucy Score and B.K. Borison. Beau Eaton is the town...

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

I've always lived a structured life. Every box was checked, every decision planned, right down to the color-coded polos in my closet. Neat, orderly, by the book—just like I was raised. It's what made Salem and me so good together. But it didn't stop her from hating me. It didn't stop the news about my adoption from shattering everything I thought I knew. And it sure as hell didn't prepare me for the questions rising from the truth: about who I am, what I want, and who I've been pretending to be. I don't even recognize the man in the mirror anymore. But maybe I never really knew him at all.

Ever hear the story about the gal who got dumped with this parting shot? “And, maybe you need some lessons in the bedroom.” Sure, I wanted to shout at my ex: “You suck in bed too.” But I’m a lady. I didn’t say that. I do, however, share the whole sorry story over drinks to my best guy friend—the hockey star who’s been my bestie forever.

I’ve spent the last year simply trying to survive but the massive amount of debt to my name and a bar on the brink of collapse, I’m quickly running out of options. The last thing I expect is to be offered an out by Sunstone Ridge's most eligible bachelor. Roman Knight is small-town royalty. Rich. Powerful. Untouchable. And as desperate as I am. He needs a wife, and I need money, what could possibly go wrong by making a deal to marry the cowboy with his own reasons to never fall in love?

Rome Beneventi is a walking, talking bad decision—six feet, five inches of tattoos, temptation, and trouble wrapped in a smirk and dipped in sin. This MMA champion should come with a warning label . . . or at the very least a disclaimer. I sell books, and he breaks bones. We are not on the same page. At least not until he discovers my secret and instead of keeping it, blackmails me into fake dating him.

Hot-headed. Stubborn. Absolutely no impulse control. That's who I am, according to my brothers and business partners. We run one of the top companies in the country, and we're growing fast. When I start interviewing for a key position, my brothers firmly advise me against hiring Kinley. Of course, I hire her anyway, and not just because she's insanely gorgeous.

She was my college sweetheart. The one that got away. Now she’s back—in my office, looking like sunshine in yoga pants, and asking for my legal help. She’s back, and she brought her two daughters, who are convinced the Maine Coon cat forced upon me is some kind of Disney sidekick. (He’s not. He’s Satan with whiskers.) I’m a grumpy over-forty lawyer who lives by rules and craves routine. Jess is chaos and coconut-scented optimism. Every time she smiles, I’m twenty again—and falling harder than ever.

I've always known I was different. My name is Seven Grey, and I hang out with dead people. Yes, Seven like the number, and yes… literal dead people. I'm the only mortician in a small town tucked away in backwoods Maine, and I've known this was my dream job since the day they asked us on our first day of Kindergarten. I know who I am, and I don't apologize for it. Death is just different for me, which is why my second job works even better than my first. They call me "The Cleaning Lady".

She’s my secret. My answer. My Ace. I’m a cabal leader for KORT—not a man who gets involved. Never for more than a night. Certainly not with Celeste Carver—a Daddy’s girl whose biggest problem is which politician to marry. All I want is a taste. But the pretentious princess burrows under my skin. And I’m tired of being polite. Once she’s claimed, there’s no going back. Not without ending up six feet under.

Tatum Kelly's life was spiraling. The funding for the women's hockey team was cut, her scholarship was ruined, and her hopes for the season were gone. With nothing else to lose, Tatum joins the men's team, much to the dismay of captain Callum O'Neil. Luckily for them, you don't need to be friends to be winners. As the tension builds, Callum's best friends, Jace and Shawn, pursue Tatum's respect, both on and off the ice. Determined to make this season her best yet, Tatum knows better than to get involved with one teammate, much less two.

Five best friends and NFL teammates navigate life, single parenting and love in the Single Dad Playbook Series by USA Today Bestselling author Willow Aster. Now available in one complete box set! Welcome to Silver Hills, Colorado! In this small town just outside of Denver where the NFL's Mustangs are based, players Weston Shaw, Henley Ward, Rhodes Archer, Bowie Fox, and Penn Hudson have formed a tight knit group aptly named the "Single Dad Players.

I plan other people’s love stories for a living. Perfect nights. Perfect moments. Perfect control. So when my guitarist cancels an hour before a high-profile event, I do what any professional would do—panic quietly and pray for a miracle. Then he walks in.

While men made war, women were expected to keep the peace. I had loved a man before. I swore that would never happen again. So marrying for the sake of the family wasn’t the worst thing. That’s what I thought. I was a mafia princess after all, and serving as a trading item was my only role in this world ruled by men. But the man waiting for me at the altar wasn’t the one who my uncle had given me to.

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.