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Read by the author. In the face of modern challenges to faith, The Law, the Christ, the Promise by Professor R.L. Solberg is an essential guide for believers seeking a firmer grasp on Christian truths. This concise yet profound verse-by-verse Bible study dissects the Apostle Paul's message to...

Never Underestimate the Power of F--k It. It's the motto I live by, and it's what made me the Navy SEAL I am today. The less you care, the better. Even when I woke up in a hospital in India with no memory of the last few months and everything pointing to me being a traitor involved with some pretty dangerous people, I knew I could handle it. Then they kidnapped Charlotte-my little sister's best friend, and a control freak with a fear of commitment to anything but her ten-year plan. I can't remember what I've supposedly done, or who's trying to kill us.

Gemma Ward, an outgoing and strong-willed wedding photographer, goes through men like she goes through thongs, forever looking for a guy who can handle her. She's about given up on love when she meets Declan, the sophisticated father of one of her clients. He's perfect for her, if only she can convince him she's not too young and inexperienced to meet his singularly erotic tastes. Then, like an answered prayer, Walker Kincaid shows up, looking for a place to stay while he investigates allegations surrounding the death of his SEAL brother, Liam Prescott.

Greater political influence and power always comes at the cost of new enemies. Between digging up ancient secrets, a war that seems to escalate with every passing day, and dealing with the schemes of his political enemies, Zareth really hasn’t had the chance to truly enjoy his newfound wealth and status. But that doesn’t mean that things are all bad.

A cold case leads to present danger Charlie Farmington has been blaming herself for her stepsister Lindy’s unsolved murder for fifteen years. Then, through the twinkling lights and pine-scented air of a Montana Christmas, she glimpses Lindy—alive—standing on the street. Shocked and afraid...

Gage: I don't f--k girls who work for me, but as soon as Amelia turns those big green eyes on me I know she's trouble. I can't keep my hands off her, and the almost-but-not-quite-sex we share in the kitchen is the hottest thing I've ever had. Except she calls it quits, before we've even started. Instead of moving on, she's all I can think about and that's bad news. I'm breaking all my rules for her, and don't even care. Until I find out who she is and what she really wants. She's after payback, but there's no way she's going to get it. No way in hell . . .

They say to keep your enemies close, but "they" never had to deal with the likes of Alec Daniels, the broody bad boy next door who loved to make my life a living nightmare...up until the day he disappeared. See, Alec was a thief. He stole my happy. My sanity. My first kiss. I told myself I was glad the day he went away, and I'm reminded of why not five minutes after his sudden and unexpected return. Now he stands before me with a heavy glare and hard body. But those greedy green eyes, they're darker than I remember, and brimming with a secret....

Jez Cajiao presents Book 12 in the UnderVerse series.

When the Doom System appeared, it shattered reality overnight. People took superhuman abilities, their only defense against a world that no longer made sense. But just as humanity began to adapt, the System changed the rules. Now, survival isn’t just a struggle. It’s a competition. For Hiro Johnson, staying alive has become a full-time job. The System twists the streets of New York into death traps, pitting survivors against monsters, hunters, and each other yet rewarding them with powerful skills and weapons.

Matt Sullivan broke my heart when I was eighteen, and I told myself I would never forgive him. And I haven't. I won't. Except not forgiving him was a lot easier when I didn't live in Calico Cove. After ten years away, I'm back in my hometown, and Matt Sullivan is everywhere. He's the captain of the ferry boat that takes me out to see my mom and grandmother. He's always at my sister's bookstore. I can't even get a cup of coffee without seeing his stupid, handsome face. It doesn't seem to matter that we're mortal enemies. Our chemistry is still as explosive as ever.

Johnny Walker figured out who killed his daughter 15 years ago. The hard part will be bringing the monster to justice. Bounty Hunter style with his hound dogs by his side. But the assignments for the Level 6 bounty hunter keep pulling him away. The Feds want him to help a politician who got caught in the wrong places. A dark magical is using the naughty info against him. It's a sensitive case that will take some finesse. They're asking Johnny anyway. Still, the old cold case draws him in closer. After all, family comes first.

The Crazed are flesh-hungry monsters. Can civilization survive...and escape from the edge of humanity? Three books of non-stop zombie action that audiences are calling "fresh" with "dollops of violence" to satisfy even the most discriminating post-apocalyptic fan. From an Amazon best-selling author.

I hated fire. I hated how the smoke wrapped around my naked body, stinging my skin with defiant embers. I hated the smell of burnt flesh, the ashes heavy on my tongue, my charred soul like splinters deep in my chest. She’s dead, Juliet. There’s nothing else you can do.

Bond a dragon. Slay behemoths. Level up or die in a brutal monster-hunting world where every skill-tree decision has teeth. Rohgar has one way off the bottom of the food chain: bond with a hatchling sky-dragon and carve a path through behemoth-infested wilds. In the primal LitRPG world of Aluria, hunters live and die by cultivation stats, evolving weapon styles, and the ruthless logic of the System. Rohgar’s dragon link grants unheard-of synergy skills—fire-laced claw combos, shared XP, and airborne traversal—but it also paints a target on his back.

During Mike's hike in the Adirondacks, he'd managed to come across something that sent him from earth to this new world Cornu. He noticed what could only be McCormick reapers and Amish plows.

It seems like a solid plan: Get hitched, Vegas-style. Lose each other’s numbers, permanently. Avoid pitfalls of real marriage forever. Until I sober up, and my wife is already gone. It’s what we agreed to. But I don’t like it. A year later, I find her. I have another solid plan to undo our mistake. Only now, I’m not so sure the cocktail napkin with our prenup can protect me from the one thing I swore I wouldn’t do…fall in love.

When Zareth was first reborn into a strange new world of magic and wonder, he was ecstatic. He’d expected to go on to live an exciting life filled with danger and adventure. Instead, Zareth spends much of his new life on the streets of Tal’Qamar before eventually becoming a Cultist to Cerebon, God of Flesh and Transformation, where he spends most of his time helping rich women smoothen their skin.

The stage is set. Twillo can now summon the cultivated power of a dragon, one that can take three distinct forms. But he has also unleashed a force so evil that it could very well ruin the Four Kingdoms if he doesn't act in time. Perhaps there are some relics he can uncover that will aid him along the way.

Almost everyone in Calico Cove knows how I feel about Mari…well, except for Mari. Truth is, I've had a serious crush on her since high school, but I've been friend-zoned. Only now, her jerk face ex-boyfriend is back in town filming a Christmas movie, and she needs me to be her fake fiancé to prove she's moved on with her life. What do I want in exchange? Real Christmas dates. Hot chocolate, sledding, cookie baking, all of it. Oh, and did I mention the kisses? Yeah, there will be nothing fake about those.

Nothing in Albuquerque is as it seems. Johnny Walker can tell from the moment he arrives. Why do you think a Level 6 Bounty Hunter is still alive? The crime syndicate has invaded more minds than anyone thought possible. It should have been impossible. But dead men tell no tales or cast spells, right? Then why does it seem like a dead man is casting the magic involved?