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I’ve seen the worst of war, and have dealt with my own demons. Because of that, I’ve decided to open a therapy ranch. Everything is going great except one issue, my partner, Tia. She’s bossy, sarcastic and so hot, I can barely keep my thoughts straight when she’s around.

The Fallen Witch has risen, bringing chaos back with her. The Ten Kingdoms have splintered. Amare and her friends are on the run. Tectixa is dead set on raising the oceans, wiping out all of humanity in the process. And, as if that weren’t enough, Lukas’s first love is back from the dead. Before Amare can ask what this means for their relationship, Lukas and Phoebe are stolen away, sending her into a magic-fueled rage. Now, if she wants to save the man she loves and protect the Ten Kingdoms from war, she’ll have to go undercover, pretending to get close to the witch she despises most of all.

Jaclyn Long. Beauty and brains. And the heart of my new obsession. She doesn't remember the first time we met. It's better that way. I mean, if you ask the media, or pretty much anyone at all, I'm not exactly "boyfriend material." More like the King of the A-holes according to Jaclyn. That's a direct quote. And if she knew who I was, there's no way she'd let me get close. Slide in, so to speak.

Amare Bellamy never meant to get married. She had a simple plan: rescue the Captain, rendezvous with the crew, and escape the Sunken City. But when her father bumps up the wedding without notice, she has no choice but to comply… that is, until Lukas shows up. Lukas presents Amare with an ultimatum: break into Skullhaven and collect the ring that could raise the Fallen Witch, or watch her friends die. She agrees, under the contingency that, once their mission is complete, they never speak again.

Now in one complete collection, the three novellas in Gwyn McNamee's Slip Series. Includes Dickslip, Nipslip, and Beaver Blunder.

Violent, ruthless, and obsessed, Killian Byrne is a man who rose from the ashes of chaos to make a new life for himself. One in which he does what’s needed to protect the city he’s come to love, even if that means a life of loneliness. He’s damaged and scarred after years as a mob enforcer. Broken. And that means he’s better off alone.

My marriage is being arranged without my consent. I'm being forced to marry a mafia man. Tall, dark, handsome, and... stuffy. Rich, cocky, and a god with his fingers. My body wants more; my lawyer brain says run. He makes me wear a stunning wedding dress. He puts his tongue between my virgin thighs. He says he's going to handcuff me, tease me, make me beg. He's wrong for me in every way—so why am I falling for him?

It happened here. Fascism came, wrapped in the flag and carrying a Bible. Nobody much noticed. Sure, a few traitors like to whine about their missing "rights," but it's up to the heroes of the Federal Bureau of Patriotism to silence them. When someone starts spilling FBP secrets, Captain Leo Nergali is assigned to track him down. But wait, Leo himself *is* the mole? Record scratch!

The Ouachita clan of werecats first came together because of a Christmas miracle, but fate isn’t finished with them yet. After nine long years of trying to grow their family into the perfect dream come true, fated mates, Ryan and Layna, are ready to give up. Not on each other but on their dreams. When they’re given the chance to help an abandoned baby temporarily, they’re faced with a pain harsher than what they’ve already been through. The pain of hope. But this little one isn’t what any of them expected, and when the fiery truth comes out, hearts are bound to melt.

Wyoming Territory, 1870. Elijah Carter is afflicted. Most of the townsfolk of South Pass City treat him as a simpleton because he’s deaf, but that’s not his only problem. Something in Elijah runs contrary to nature and to God. Something that Elijah desperately tries to keep hidden. Harlan Crane, owner of the Empire saloon, knows Elijah for what he is—and for all the ungodly things he wants. But Crane isn’t the only one. Grady Mullins desires Elijah too, but unlike Crane, he refuses to push the kid.

Reality and fiction collide when a shy aspiring writer uses her larger-than-life anonymous blog to sabotage a budding relationship between the new girl in school and her childhood friend in this irresistible rom-com that takes notes from Jane Austen’s Emma for the social media age. Shy...

A year ago, one of the males in my village hurt me. When he tried to do it a second time, I took care of that problem—permanently. Then I'm selected for the annual Monster Mate Hunt where two village women must enter the forest to be claimed as an orc's bride. If an orc tries to take me, I'll handle him just as I did the man in my village. To my dismay, I'm captured by a band of treacherous thieves. I'm planning my escape when an enormous, snarly orc attacks the camp. He slays the thieves and announces I'm his fated mate.

I didn’t mean to kill my husband. All I wanted was to escape his abuse and start a new life with my daughter as far away from him as possible. But in one life-altering second, I had to decide—run or stay and face his family and a possible murder conviction. I ran. What else could I do? I’m all my daughter has in this world. I’ll do anything to make sure she’s safe.

He takes me his captive at his lavish estate. Massive. Dangerous. A modern-day Viking. A bad man worthy of his plundering ancestors. There's no denying he's sexy as he is big. My father owes him a debt, and he wants me to pay. The cost is my virgin body to do with as he pleases. He threatens to tie me up, punish me, bring me to the edge. Now, his hands are on my body, his mouth on mine. How can I escape when I'm craving his touch?

Jojo has everything planned out for the perfect first day of middle school, down to her outfit and hairstyle. But when Mom, distracted by her new live-in boyfriend, Paul, forgets to wake Jojo up, she oversleeps and has to make do with leggings, a t-shirt, and her brother’s hoodie. The day still goes okay until Jojo realizes that she has a hole in her leggings thanks to Purrito, the kitten Paul “gifted” her. Because Paul isn’t just Paul; he’s Mr. Meow, a mega-famous cat-fluencer.

1979. Fifteen-year-old Aurora Taylor’s single mother prefers to leave when things get hard. She’s spent years abandoning bad boyfriends and dead-end jobs, without so much as a glance in the rearview mirror. After fifteen years in the passenger seat, Aurora needs more than two hands to count the towns she’s lived in. She’s learned to live small—it’s easier to leave when you don’t need to say goodbye. So when her mother, Laine, shows up at school with the car loaded, Aurora assumes her latest fling has run its course. Instead, it’s her grandpa Jay’s death calling them back.

What he says goes. So says the captain of the yacht on my summer internship, anyway. I’m set to be the medical staff on his boat as we sail to Alaska. Tall, dark, and handsome, he is easily the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. But he and I share a secret: we hooked up in Vegas a few months ago. In the cold light of day, he demands to keep our fling under wraps. That’s the thing about passion and secrets, though… Put enough pressure on any situation and it’s bound to explode. A breathless longing begins to grow between us. But will I ever be more than just an employee to him?

Julian Baker has heard hushed whispers about the mystery from his family his entire life. In his senior year in high school, he vows to uncover the secret kept by those closest to him. What he discovers will change the lives of an entire town. High atop Crumpton Hill in Harris, Indiana there is a place locals shun once night falls. A place where the dead reach out to the living and nightmares come to life to walk the grounds.

Two years after my beloved Jonah was killed in a car accident, I retrace my steps to the romantic hotel we were staying in when his life was cut tragically short. The last thing I remember is the warmth of his hand in mine as we drove off through the pine trees toward our candlelit dinner. Then the beeping of monitors when I woke up alone in a hospital bed days later. What really happened that night?