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Every time I’ve worn my favorite black dress, something good has happened. I’ve talked my way out of speeding tickets—and into a date with the cute cop—and I’ve found money on the ground, won cool prizes on the Las Vegas strip, and even got a cushy job with an even cushier paycheck. It’s my lucky dress, and in it, I can’t lose...until I did. Thanks to an enthusiastic bidder at an art auction, the dress failed me when I needed it most.

Megan Dunn arrives in Seaside, Oregon a broken woman with a dream: open a B&B like she planned to do with her husband, Cass, whose life was tragically cut short five years ago. But the old Victorian she bought needs extensive renovations and the one man who can help her—Theo Valentine—takes an immediate and intense dislike to her. Left scarred and unable to talk after a terrible accident, the reclusive Theo is a brilliant contractor whose plans to renovate the building Megan bought are eerily similar to her own.

When the man she's always been in love with starts dating one of her friends, artist Serenity Adesina creates a to-do list that will help her get over him once and for all. The first item on that list? Losing her virginity to Archer Harrison, her older brother's billionaire best friend…and her boss. He's the perfect choice—alluring, caring, and entirely emotionally unavailable. Their deal was supposed to be simple: Serenity will paint Archer anything he wants in return for a secret, no-strings-attached relationship.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

Retired military pilot Thaddeus (Nutsbe) Crushed deserves peace and quiet. If his work in tactical operations for Iniquus's Panther Force hadn't earned him that right, the fact that he lost his legs in the service of his country should've. But peace and quiet went out the window when someone threatened his beautiful new neighbor. Now, she's his to protect…and maybe love....

Five years after the collapse of the Omega Creed, Gabrielle is fighting to survive in a world that still doesn't trust omegas, no matter what the law says. Cade, Axel, Hudson, and Nate have everything they need. Success, money, power, even fame. But when they come across a desperate Gabrielle in need of their help, the alpha pack starts to realize what they're missing. Gabrielle doesn't trust alphas. But this pack isn't giving up.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

I moved to LA for a fresh start, determined to prove myself as the head coach of the Huskies and straighten out their hothead captain, Jackson O'Reilly. But I did the worst thing imaginable—I fell in love with supermodel Aurora Embers. Jackson's ex. Oh yeah, and I got her pregnant. Just when I think we have it all figured out and the three of us are moving toward becoming one, it all blows apart.

From BookTok sensation J. T. Geissinger comes Carnal Urges, a sexy-as-sin dark romance about a powerful mafia king who kidnaps the one woman who threatens to bring him to his knees. Carnal (adjective): 1) Relating to the pleasures of the body 2) Given to sensual indulgence 3) The man who...

A big part of why I moved to a remote island was to escape my mother. She wants me to get married, settle down, and pop out some grand-trophies. I’m not opposed to the idea, but every time I swipe right, I seem to end up dating hot messes or worse: suspiciously perfect guys. I want a normal guy who loves to snuggle and binge watch TV until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Is that too much to ask? I hadn’t even finished unpacking before my mom’s housewarming gift was tossed onto my porch—an antique lamp. While checking for damage, I rubbed the lamp, and you’d never guess what came out.

Author Olivia Rossi hasn’t been able to write a word since tragedy struck two years ago and ripped her world apart. Heartbroken and still haunted by the past, she accepts an offer to spend the summer at a friend’s apartment in Paris in search of healing and her lost muse. What she finds instead is James, an enigmatic stranger who ignites in her an unexpected and all-consuming passion. Agreeing to tell each other nothing more than their first names, Olivia and James embark on a torrid affair.

Savagery. Sin. Depravity - these are my virtues. My religion. My name is Dante Sovrano, head of the Chicago Mob, and I run this city. Everyone bows down to me. Except her. The moment I saw Sarah, I knew she'd be trouble. She's fiery and cutthroat, wrapped up in a lickable package. There are dark secrets hiding behind those gorgeous blue eyes. And I plan to know them all. She'll have to make a deal with the devil to solve her problems. Too bad the devil always takes your soul. And I'll be keeping it - because Sarah London is mine.

The other women watch me with envy, but they know nothing of the beatings and punishments I endure. He hides them with a veil. One I must wear until I give him a son. But when I fail, he threatens the only good things in my life. My sister, Alice, and the daughter he ripped from my arms for another family to raise. I thought running back to Saint View would save us. I thought wrong. Now my sister is dead, left strangled in an alleyway, and my ex-husband isn’t the only suspect.

The Collapse changed everything. Good men became killers. Strong women became property. And I’ve been captured by the most ruthless men of them all....

If you love possessive shifters, mischievous fae, powerful mages, and cocky vampires, dive into the world of Avynwood with this six-book set from USA Today best-selling author Michelle Dare.

A call in the middle of the night summoned psychiatrist Laura McCaffrey out into the rain-swept streets of Los Angeles. The police had found her husband—beaten to death. But what of her daughter, Melanie, whom he had kidnapped six years earlier? At the brutal murder scene, the police lead Laura into her husband's makeshift lab—and open the door to a rising tide of terror that has trapped Melanie in its midst...

I’m the prince of death. A son of carnage born of wicked deeds and sin-filled nightmares. Nobody understood me. Until her. My Spider. The wild girl I claimed from a sea of violent men. But others want her too. The enemies who lurk within my walls seek to steal her from my grasp. They’re my captives, but maybe they’re the answer to my greatest fear too. Because the Grim Reaper shadows every move I make, and he’s always watching her.

"What are you wearing under this dress?" he asked, his mouth brushing hers, the words whisper-soft. Not what she expected him to say. "E-excuse me?" His teeth sank into her lower lip, making her yelp. "Focus." On what? The demon club? The humans dying downstairs? The fact that you're a f--king vampire? Where should I begin? He sighed, his forehead falling to hers. "Astasiya, we have very little time to sort this before the Conclave. I need you to work with me. Both our lives depend on it. What are you wearing?"

Within the Nine Realms, deception runs deep. War lingers on the horizon, as armies gather deeply within the shadows. The land has chosen its hero, but war demands a heavy price—one Aria may not be prepared to pay.

Forced to bond with a fluffle of rabbit shifters who care only for my ability to provide offspring, I've spent the last several months tucked away in a burrow. My matched wouldn't disrespect our elders by publicly rejecting me, but privately, they made their lack of feelings clear by refusing to bond with me. The only time they remembered we were paired, was when I went into heat and became fertile.