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Working as a maid on a luxury yacht certainly isn't Urvi's idea of a dream job, but she needs money—fast. As a student at the Royal Academy who's been cut off by her family for choosing music instead of medicine, she needs every penny of the exorbitant fee the powerful advertising executive, Jack Bailey, is willing to pay. So what if she thought Jack was asking her out but offered her a job instead? So what if she thought they had a connection during all those late-night chats they had at the bar where she works? Jack and his mega yacht are clearly more out of her league than she realized.

All I had to do was give him a baby and move on. Being their surrogate was meant to be a simple answer to my mounting problems. With no family, ever-increasing debt, and pressures to stay afloat, I needed a solution. This was supposed to be it. Then it happened. Everything changed. I fell in love with a widower while he mourned his wife. I fell in love with the baby in my belly. For the first time in my life, I knew what I wanted beyond a career as a lawyer.

Meera has been called many things over the years, and for the most, they don't bother her. She'd rather be boring than draw attention to herself because she knows exactly how dangerous the wrong attention can be. But when a ghost from her past pops up to haunt her in her new life, Meera remembers what a powerful tool anger can be. Sensible. Reliable. Steady. Verner doesn't rock the boat, and he always tries to do right by everyone—especially the cautious but kind ex-hunter he's trying to befriend.

I don’t want visitors. But when the butler says the caller is a she, I spring to attention. The night just got a lot more interesting. Turns out the recently orphaned Helia Wallace has come to see my mother, her godmother, for help with a dastardly, dowry-chasing cousin. A likely story. But there’s a snowstorm brewing, and she begs me to let her stay the night. I reluctantly agree. It’s her reputation at stake, not mine.

She broke the rules of our game—she ran. Now she will pay. When will my pretty pawn learn that I am the master of this game? Only I will be the victor. She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks she can escape my wrath. She's wrong. This time when I catch her, there will be no escape. I no longer want her as just my beautiful captive. She will now become my wife, even if I have to drag her down the aisle. I want her under my complete control. I want her every breath, her every movement, her every thought to be only of me. This is no longer a game. She changed the rules, but I will still win.

I've started a new game, this one more sinister than the last. Every time she tries to fight what we have, I just pull her deeper into my deception. The slightest disobedience to my rules brings swift punishment. I've pushed her to the edge. She wants to kill me. The only problem is...she loves me.

She's finally under my complete control, yet it's not enough. I hold her body captive but not her heart. She has no money. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to for help. She knows I took everything from her to make her mine, so she fights me at every turn. This began as a game, but she needs to understand that I will do anything to win. Anything. She is my possession. Nothing, and no one, not even her, will keep us apart. One way or another, I'll get what I want. And I want her...all of her.

Roxy Quinn - tattooed goddess, daughter of punk rockers, and general beautiful badass - thought she’d never see Edward Cavendish III again. The wealthy British hotelier wandered into her dingy New York City tattoo parlor, a little drunk and a lot brokenhearted. And very, very charming. After a night of panty-disintegrating passion, Roxy sends him on his way. She has zero time to pursue the suit-wearing sex god. Not when her business is failing. Not when her employees are counting on her.

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?

Ash waited three thousand years for a consort who could break the Betrayer’s chains. Instead of one lover, he found two: Sachi and Zanya—the primordial powers that embody creation and destruction, reborn as humans. Now, his ancient enemy has returned to threaten everything he loves. In the wake of her dazzling manifestation, Zanya seethes with magic and restless energy. Her command of the Endless Void will be a potent weapon in the coming war. To harness it, she’ll need to embrace the darkness within—but the scars of the past are holding her back.

A lost identity. A dangerous mystery. And a deep love that can conquer it all. When a mysterious gentleman arrives on his doorstep, Alexander Moreland is astonished to discover that the stranger is not a gentleman at all, but a beautiful young woman disguised as a man, and in great need of...

The eerie beauty of the Gloucestershire mansion and the mystery that surrounds it have always captivated him, and he can neither continue living in the house nor give it up completely despite the painful memories it stirs in his heart. But when Reed begins having troubling dreams about Anna being in danger, he puts his heartbreak and bitterness aside and directs his carriage back to Winterset, determined to protect the woman he cannot stop loving. Once again passion flares between them, but the murder of a servant girl draws them deep into the foreboding, deadly legends of Winterset.

Royal alchemist Kaethe knows two things. One: Drinking tea made from steeped riverhearts will cure almost anything. Two: Never, ever trust an orc. When a rumor that she believes pertains to her missing brother has her leaving the safety and warmth of King Arkain and Queen Elvie's court, she finds herself in the heart of the orc's territory. Brokenbone Mountain is rumored to be filled with unspeakable danger. If you can survive the harsh elements, those foul creatures that call the mountain home will enjoy feasting on your bones. Delightful.

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

Love was something I never trusted myself to have... until I met her: trouble waiting to happen. Samantha Coleman rocketed into my life and knocked me sideways. I watched her from the shadows as my obsession grew. I used my influence to aid her career. I wanted her to have the life she desired as long as I had control of it. When danger reared its head, my instinct was to protect her, step in, and maim any villain who posed a threat. She knew I was always there, and she loved my hidden attention. No longer able to only watch from the sidelines, I finally stepped out into the light.

It is incredibly stupid to write this text while I’m drunk. But what’s the saying? No gain, no pain. Or, no pain, no shame.... Whatever. You know what I mean. And let’s face it. There’s no way I would be doing this if I was stone-cold sober. But since I’m plastered? To hell with it. I want you. I know. Crazy, right? Not only am I your temporary roommate, but I’m a chatty nurse from Providence with an impeccable bedside manner and secrets. You’re a broody, commitment-phobe sculptor from England who communicates in grunts and single syllables.

She’s too prim Lilah Holcutt dislikes Constantine Moreland from the moment she meets him. He may be handsome, but he’s frivolous, rash, impulsive and, worst of all, a flirt. Now that Con’s twin brother has married Lilah’s best friend, she’s seeing way more of Con than she’d like. And...

Had Theo Moreland, the marquess of Raine, killed her brother? And had the treasure the two men sought in South America hastened his descent to an early grave? American journalist Megan Mulcahey has to discover the truth. But to find out, she needs to infiltrate the marquess' household.

Everyone fears the prince. Cold. Cruel. He has a thirst for his captives' blood. I'm everything this vicious royal despises. A wild captive in chains. The object of his hatred—and his obsession. Behind the prince's icy stare, forbidden temptation sets fire to my veins. But I'm not easy prey. A deadly escape. A fatal chase. Now we're trapped in a dark forest where lethal dangers prowl in the shadows. Forced into an alliance, we must fight to survive. Yet the longer we're isolated together, the hotter our passion burns.

For centuries, the Lord of the Dead has searched for her—his queen, his soul's twin, scattered across mortal lives and fading memories. She is Irina now, unaware of who she was, haunted by dreams that aren't dreams, shadowed by gods who remember too much. But something is waking. Drawn together by fate, Irina and Graven—Aïdes, unseen ruler of the Underworld—find each other once more. But to reclaim her full self, Irina must walk through every life she's lived, every truth she was denied, and confront the oldest lie of all: that she was ever a girl stolen.