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Being the daughter of a billionaire, you would think my life had always been easy. But no, not for one second has my life ever been easy. And now I’m being forced into a marriage with my father’s right-hand man, and if I refuse him I stand to lose my inheritance. And while I find him extremely handsome, it’s the darkness that I sense in him that both frightens and calls to me.

Dangerous and deadly, I've just agreed to take on the most treacherous mission of all. But when I meet my mark, the new leader of the Vampires, Cassius Allarde, my instincts are screaming that something's wrong. My heart gets in the way of my job, but if I don't carry out what he's paid me to do, I'll have a powerful and angry Demon heading my way.

There are no more goodnight kisses. No knocks on windows. No lengthy text messages. No late-night phone calls. And no game day balloons. There's just Connor. And Ava. Existing in a world filled with nothing but heartache. While searching the darkness for glimmers of hope. Because with hope, comes magic. And magic is forever.

My oldest enemy is back from the dead. My father. Backed by an army of witches and mercenaries, he's determined to steal my magic and make me his slave again - and to subject my sister to the same fate. To save us, I'll need both my packs. The Northern wolves I loved first, the ones who saved me. The dangerous but alluring men of the Atlantic pack who have won my heart since. Their alphas are childhood friends turned sworn enemies. But I have no time for men's drama. They called me the shifter princess. They'll learn I'm the queen.

Fae, dragons, witches, and shifters have joined forces to descend on Goldenwand's island, determined to root out the wizard and bring him to justice. There's only one problem: An ancient curse has been lifted, freeing Gae, a vengeful demoness, from her slumber. She possesses the power to bring everyone to their knees, even the mighty dragon king. After Gae captures Serah and Teju, cutting off Serah's siren voice and binding their magic, she puts her plans for revenge in motion.

On the shadowy campus of Cypress University, where ghosts of long-dead secrets linger, an unlikely romance falls into the lap of Professor Jack Hollis. Quite literally. Quinn Ivor, a brilliant and enigmatic forensic psychology student, is in need of a nanny job. A girl can only survive on instant ramen and expired Red Bull for so long. She's exactly what Jack is looking for now that he's caring for his daughter Sienna full time. As their professional and intellectual bond deepens, so does their attraction, defying the boundaries of propriety.

Lynx shifter Addison has come to the quaint Montana town of Nickel City to work at a new, shifters-only daycare. She doesn't expect to meet a breathtakingly gorgeous man on her first day wrangling owl toddlers and armadillo kids. But she's been dazzled by a handsome face before and barely got away from her last controlling boyfriend. Can she trust her lynx's instinct that this is where she's meant to be at last?

Sophie Stewart knows a lot about plants. The rooftop garden she tends and beautifies is ample evidence of that. What she doesn't know is anything about love, not with her long track record of always picking the wrong guy. But then a mystery flower pops up in her garden—a flower that only blooms in the presence of true love. Never one to shy away from a little magic, Sophie convinces her best friend, Peter, to help her use the flower to find her soulmate.

I was happy being single. No relationship drama. No woman putting demands on my time. I had my family and my club. I didn't need anyone else. But when a mysterious brunette walked into our clubhouse, something inside me shifted. She wasn't like anyone I'd ever met. Everything I prided myself on, being unattached, emotionally unavailable, in it for nothing but sex . . . it all shattered.

A chance encounter with two members from a local MC changed my life, but not in a good way. At least, not at first. After being tortured because of who my biological father was, a man I'd only met a handful of times, the president of the club gave me two choices. Either end up in the ground or become a prospect for the Knights Corruption. My decision was a no brainer. I fought alongside them in a war against a rival club, teetering between life and death multiple times, but I wouldn't change a thing because belonging to the KCMC allowed me to meet the love of my life.

We found love in high school. He a football star, me a cheerleader. It began as a wholesome, all-American happily ever after story. Not how it ended. I wanted a career fighting crime, he was determined to join an outlaw biker gang. We had no future, so I let him go. Now, almost twenty years later, I'm back in my hometown, helping my mom close down her business. I thought enough time had passed to see him again, catch up, talk about old times. I was wrong. The love we shared still burns. But the obstacles are still unsurmountable too.

Since my divorce, women have served a solitary purpose for me. The last thing I needed in my life was the headache of a relationship. I had no time or energy for anyone other than my son and my club. But when a chance encounter with my son's teacher turned into something I didn't expect, I tossed aside all my reservations and took a chance. I should've kept my distance. I should've listened when she told me she had doubts about us, suspicions which she was yet to find out were justified, and let her walk away.

My ex-husband kept a secret from me, when we were married. It was the worst betrayal. Now, after three years, of picking up my life, I've found a new man, one who had claimed my heart. He held the same secret, but in his honesty, I can move on with him, the only problem, I've never stopped loving my ex-husband.

My life has revolved around hockey for as long as I can remember. Early morning skates, grueling training camps, and endless road trips. There's never been distractions, no dating, and definitely no one finding out the secret I've kept to myself. I always figured I'd wait until I hung up my skates to explore my sexuality outside the rink. But they changed me. After a night out celebrating a championship win, I find myself in a hotel room with Levi Sexton, my straight teammate and son of a small-town pastor, and Kaylee Peters, the stunning bombshell my captain introduced us to.

I'd been in survival mode my entire life, battling the ghosts of my past, believing I was destined to either die at a young age or end up in jail. Thankfully, neither occurrence happened, although not for a lack of trying. I'd succumbed to the idea I'd be alone for the rest of my life. It was the reason I closed myself off from everyone. I had nothing to offer except anger and regret. Then I found solace when I joined the Knights Corruption, discovering the sense of family I'd longed for.

I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused, and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather-wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything is because I don't want to. Life is sweet in heaven. But hell doesn't want to let me go.

The Marriage Auction 2 continues in this filthy, gritty, angsty soap opera. No way we’re going to spoil anything!

I go through crushes faster than a kid goes through presents on Christmas morning. When I crash into my annoying(ly hot) nemesis and we get stuck on the elevator during a blackout, the last thing I expect is to develop feelings for him. Nate Cruz is opinionated, a stickler for justice, talks with his hands, and is the space heater keeping me safe while we're stuck on this freezing metal box. He's also the first person to ever push past my defense mechanisms and see me as more than "the girl who messes up everything" that my family sees.

Three strikes and you're out? If only. In my world, it's more of a one-and-done situation, even if you get that one strike trying to do something good. I've been on the run for years, never staying anywhere too long, never getting attached to anything or anyone because he will always find me. Bane. He's the best bounty hunter in existence, and I'm the one that got away, well, keeps getting away. If he wasn't so sexy I would hate him for it.

I hate Simon Banks. I also hate tequila. The first makes my blood boil with his devilish smirk and giant . . . ego. The second makes me do questionable things. Specifically, with Simon. Fine. Whatever. It's a blip on my radar. Even though I can't stop thinking about memories of our night . . . or his hands . . . and that mouth. But I have more important things to do—like finally opening my dream restaurant in the small town of Rolling Hills. There's just one problem—he lives here.