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A confident, plus size CEO running a billion dollar company and the country’s best professional quarterback… it sounds like the ultimate power couple, if it wasn’t all pretend. Fake dating was not in the plan this year. Especially since I hardly have time for actual dating. That is until Ford Madigan makes me an offer I can’t refuse: a fake relationship that will benefit us both. He’ll get away from the team owner’s entitled daughter while I score some points with members of the company’s board who love him more than they hate me.

In a night of blood and death, fate brought us together. I thought I was saving the life of an innocent man, a man I'd never see again. I was wrong. A slight shift in the air. A glint of silver eyes in the darkness. I may not see him, but I know he's there. My angel of death, lurking in the shadows, watching over me. Protecting me before disappearing into thin air until we meet again. A man who took a bullet for me. But he won't touch me, love me, or even share his name.

My life is perfect just the way it is, without Arturo DeVille in it. And now, I'm ordered to marry that arrogant, self-centred snob. He expects me to be a sophisticated, docile wife who will smile and nod at his every demand. But it's the last thing I plan to do.

All Wanda has ever known is her friendly little neighborhood in Queens. As an infant, after her parents died, she was adopted into a family where her doting Aunt May and Uncle Ben would always be at the breakfast table. One that includes her idiot brother, Peter Parker, who thinks hiding a spider bite, joining a secret fight club, and becoming a super hero are somehow good ideas.

When it rains, it pours...and sometimes love finds you even when you can’t find yourself. Fate has given me a second chance at the happiness I once knew in the odd Southern town of Grimm Cove. But only if I can come to terms with some rather eye-opening revelations. Supernaturals are a real thing. I'm a witch. My high school sweetheart, who happens to be the Chief of Police in Grimm Cove, is my fated mate and a wolf-shifter. Ghosts exist and can be very nosy and meddlesome. Someone is murdering witches left and right.

When their Ukrainian grandmother is lost on a trans-Atlantic Flight, two sisters are swept into a quest across eastern Europe to find the woman who had always told more tales than truths. From Poland to Slovakia to Hungary and beyond, Larissa and Ira navigate the steps of Ukrainian folk dance, the cliff-side paths of Slovak Paradise National Park, and the stark realities of war, folktales, and feminism, all for the sake of chasing who they're starting to believe is a true Baba Yaga. Understanding their family's roots has never been more clear.

I’ll lock her in a gilded cage and throw away the key. The night we met, she thought she was tasting freedom. I devoured her once and left before I even knew her name. Four months later, Bratva business leads me to the house of my enemy with one objective: Burn it down and kill everyone inside. That’s exactly what I plan to do. Until I find her cowering before me.

When a horrific loss throws Monster High into a state of grave upheaval, Draculaura and the other ghouls find themselves coping in different ways. For her part, the chaos at school is making Draculaura sick. She finds escape only by slipping away to the cemetery to pore over her mom's old journals. It's there that she meets Poe. If her ghoulfriends find out she's fallen for a normie, they'll freak. And if Poe discovers she's a vampire, his monster-hunting dad may have a stake in the matter.

New York City, 1990: When you slip through the cracks, no one is there to catch you. Monique learns that the hard way after her girlfriend Donna vanishes without a trace. Only after the disappearances of several other impoverished women does Monique hear the rumors. A taloned monster stalks the city’s underground and snatches victims into the dark. Donna isn’t missing. She was taken. To save the woman she loves, Monique must descend deeper than the known underground, into a subterranean world of enigmatic cultists and shadowy creatures.

He’s my brother’s best friend, a Russian killer, and boxer with no ties to the O’Malley crime family - my family. I’ve loved and studied him forever. I witnessed him change when I was only 13. He doesn’t know I’m aware he kills. For years we fight our attraction. One night, we succumb to our desire. Every touch he gives me is electric. Each moment deepens our addiction. If it were only us, life would be perfect. Unfortunately, our union creates targets on our backs from multiple crime families.

I’ll make her cry gilded tears if she ever runs again. Esme was just a girl in a nightclub. Until I made her the center of my world. The queen to my kingdom. The mother to my child. We had the future in our hands. And then she left me on that mountain to die. Little by little, I clawed my way back. Back to life. Back to strength. Back to where I belong. And now, the time has come to reclaim what belongs to me.

Irina Nikifortchuk was nineteen years old and a Ukrainian schoolteacher when she was abducted to be a forced laborer in the Leica camera factory in Nazi Germany. Eventually pulled from the camp hospital to work as a domestic in the Leica owners' household, Irina survived the war and eventually found her way to Canada.

As it turns out, Buddha had quite a lot to say on the subject of gratitude, including citing it as one of the four keys to the Gate of Heaven. Studies show - and experts counsel - that gratitude is a key component of our happiness. People who are grateful about events and experiences from the past, who celebrate triumphs instead of focusing on losses or disappointments, tend to be more satisfied. Gratitude can help us transform our fears into courage, our anger into forgiveness, our isolation into belonging, and another’s pain into healing.

I can see and hear the dead. I can also talk to animals. As a natural-born witch and medium, I can do a lot of odd things. In most people's eyes, that makes me a loon. I like to think of it as being unique and eccentric. Plus, now that destiny has brought me back to the town I was born in, I'm not all that different from the supernatural residents of Grimm Cove.

Bridget knew that loving Gunnar would bring danger into her life, and she’d made her peace with that. He was worth it. But it wasn’t Gunnar who put a target on her back. That honor belonged to her father. Now, she’ll do anything to prove she’s not a liability to Gunnar’s MC—no matter what the personal cost might be....

A storm is brewing and so is a budding romance. I've been told I'm a force to be reckoned with. That I blow onto the scene like a tornado. I've stopped caring if that's a compliment or a dig. Now I just wear it like a badge of honor. So when life threw me a curveball and I ended up going from a cushy job in New York City to the tiny Southern town of Grimm Cove, I thought I was ready for anything. Ha! Not quite. You see, Grimm Cove is teeming with supernaturals. And since I've known they exist for a hot minute, I'm still in a state of total shock.

Five former sorority sisters, all in their 50's, undertake the adventure of a lifetime when a mysterious invite reunites them at an exclusive resort set on a private island.

Cyril, Isaac, Ashe, Ezra, and Arlo call themselves the Lost Boys, and they’re just one branch of a "family" that rules everything in the city I grew up in. They’re the bad guys, in every sense of the word, and they don’t care who knows it. Worse? They want to show me all of their sharp, bloody edges. After a vacation gone wrong, the Lost Boys tell me that they’re the only reason I made it out alive.

Being a twenty-seven-year-old virgin on a pro hockey team was messing with my head—and my game. Plenty of women would have gladly helped me out with my little predicament, but it wasn't me they were after—it was fame. To keep things simple, I decided to make Madison a proposal: take my virginity and I'll help the beautiful single mom find her confidence after a bad breakup.

I never thought I would see her again… yet here she was at my game, sitting with another man. It was like a slap shot to the heart. Until Willow, the only thing I cared about was playing professional hockey. After our wild and passionate night, I knew she was different, and one night would never be enough. But she walked away, leaving me with an unfilled void. I couldn't stop thinking about her and what we shared. Little did I know she was keeping a big secret. One involving two pink lines.