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Blayn is a vicious, dirty fighter in the arena. Picked for his ability to maim and destroy, he's the one gladiator you never bet against. However, his feral nature has got him into trouble too often, and someone has to get him over his fear of being touched by anything other than a sword, claw or tooth. That someone is me. Former cleaner in a pleasure house here on Trefa, now expected to help this dangerous gladiator become greater than ever, or else he'll lose everything, including his life.

Theo and Laurie have been best friends for six years, but despite doing everything together, they’ve never been anything more than best friends and roommates. Then someone calls them boyfriends and upends their neat little world. As the pair struggle to put a lid on their feelings, a random email from Theo’s brother throws him even further off balance, and all Laurie can do is offer a niche form of stress relief. But Laurie’s support doesn’t stop at rope garters.

On a wild, windblown bluff high above the Pacific sits one of America's premier golfing destinations, Bandon Dunes. Golf enthusiast Mike Keiser had the dream of building this British-style "links" course on a stretch of Oregon's rugged coast, and Dream Golf is the first all-inclusive account of how he turned his passion into a reality.

Accidentally throwing a jug of Sex on the Beach onto the hottest guy at drag brunch was not how I wanted to start my performance, and forgetting to ask for his name was the cherry on top. But when he finds me online and invites me out for drinks, it seems like my chaotic shenanigans might have worked out for once. Falling into bed with West is easy, but balancing a gorgeous, rugby player boyfriend with a day job and drag is harder than dancing in eight inch heels.

DCI Tom Raven’s hopes for a few quiet days with his daughter, Hannah, are shattered when a shocking murder plunges him into a macabre mystery in the nearby coastal town of Whitby. In the hallowed grounds of the ruined abbey, a man lies lifeless: drained of blood and marked by the symbol of a dragon.

I have a new rule. Don’t fall for the alien dragon warlord… even if he claims you for himself. Plucked from Earth, stuck on the most disgusting space ship in the universe with my best friend, of course I had to run head long into him. Darax the Sarkarnii Warlord. Imperious, scaled and HUGE, with a tail covered in spikes and a smile you could cut yourself on… He’s just captured the ship I’m hiding on and taken claimed everything on board. Including me. With his chain around my wrist, he thinks I belong to him. But Darax has never met a human before.

I’ve been alive for millennia and have yet to meet my fated mate. It’s not something I’ve ever cared about; my heart already belongs to another. Someone I can’t have. Someone who doesn’t want me. Now I know we’ll never be together. Unlike me, he’s found his fated mates. Two of them. That’s fine. As leader of the Seraphim, Heaven’s most elite unit of angels, I don’t have time for love.

Scarborough Castle, high on the headland, is the picturesque backdrop for an English Civil War re-enactment. But the day takes a sinister turn when the town’s MP is shot and killed in broad daylight. DCI Tom Raven is quickly on the scene, but the investigation is soon commandeered by a senior officer from Counter Terrorism, leaving Raven sidelined. When cryptic letters are received, taunting the police, it becomes clear that democracy itself may be the target.

As the new manager of paranormal club, Midnight, Nick Parker has his hands full. What he doesn't have time for is an inconvenient attraction for the mysterious fae with violet eyes and the kind of magic that Nick yearns for. A fae guard with an affinity for seeking out the truth, Dathal has one purpose—to catch those responsible for smuggling a deadly plant out of the fae realm, and then return home. Falling for a witch isn't on the cards, but something about Nick calls to him in a way he's powerless to ignore.

In an alternate Europe where the Roman Empire never fell, the expansive Empty Lands are inhabited by forces known collectively as the Evil. Yet Charles Harcourt is honor-bound to venture into that dangerous area to find his long-lost fiancee. He is joined on his trek by an abbot who hopes to locate a crystal prism that hold the soul of a saint; the non-human Knurly Man, who craves release from his pitiful existence; and the beautiful Yolanda, who seeks the answer to a secret mystery.

John Taylor is the name. I work the Nightside. Only in that dark heart of London where it's always three A.M., where human and inhuman can feed their darkest desires, do I feel at home. Probably because I was born there. What I do is find things - people, objects - and in this case, the truth about the origins of the Nightside. That's what Lady Luck has hired me to investigate. But the more I dig, the more I discover, not about the Nightside but about the great question in my life: exactly who - and what - was my long-vanished mother.

It's three in the morning, and we're in her bed. My body throbs from his mouth on me, my blood still whooshing in my ears. I want to make him feel like this, so I can drown in it. So I can drown in him. Goddamn, I want to suffocate in every fiber of Locke Halliwell with the woman I love at my side. He has me fragile already. She has me in pieces at her feet. And man alive, I wish that was all I had to worry about. But this life. It's vicious. It's deadly. And if I can't protect every soul I've ever loved from the past, the future is already in ashes at my feet.

Stallionaire McAllister is cursed, emotionally complex, and incredible at making herbal tea. Clara didn’t come to Misty Mare Bay looking for love, but fate had other plans. As Clara gets swept up in a hay-scented whirlwind of romance, spoken word poetry, and lingering magical baggage, she’s forced to ask herself: Can true love break a curse—or just saddle you with new emotional damage?

Golf is Hard reflects on Beef's early years at his local Pitch & Putt to his stellar career playing against the best on the greatest courses on the planet, taking you inside the world of professional golf like no book before. With painfully honest stories, Beef delves into the pressure of the profession, but also shares golfing advice and side-splitting behind-the-scenes insights to bring a new perspective to the game.

I hurt thinking of what may have happened to you. I hurt knowing that wherever you are, you're unable to get back to us. I hurt knowing that I've failed in finding you. I hurt knowing I'm either crazy believing that you're out there somewhere, and I hurt thinking you aren't. Our little Lexington is six months old and cutting her first tooth. She's healthy and happy, and every day, she looks more and more like you.

I met a dude in a bar once. Tall and strong, he had moon-blue eyes and tawny hair, and he moved with the grace of a lion. It didn't pan out, but that's a theme in my life, and I've spent the last five years knowing that kind stranger dodged a bullet. Divorced and miserable, I'm not exactly a catch. But the thing is, that man . . . he's not a stranger anymore. And he's as beautiful as I remember. Everything you want in a fake boyfriend, right?

I only went out to the supermarket. Then I was abducted. By aliens. Freaking aliens! What the hell? So now I'm on another planet, at the mercy of one massive alien predator . . . And what an alien he is! Big muscles everywhere, handsome, winged, and with a burning desire to eat me. Whole. Jyr is the leader of a fearsome alien species known as the Gryn. Dark and dangerous, winged and clawed, these predators need females, and he believes he already owns me.

In the middle decades of the twenty-first century, the corporate powers on Earth have established a thriving colony on Mars as an alternative to life on the overpopulated, war-torn, ecologically ravaged home planet. But when the economy of EUPACUS—Earth's collective industrialized nations—collapses, all contact between the two worlds abruptly ceases, and the Martian pioneers are left to fend for themselves.

Carrying a tattoo on your skin no longer just comes with a risk of infection. Get the composition right, and you have the latest mind-control drug on the market. It’s the sex-traders’ dream...or worst nightmare, depending on the concentrated dose of the ink and just who’s wearing it. For Kiyen, the ink means he’s able to strip raw the minds of the best and worst of society. He’s one of MI7’s top killers, and never more driven to select and take down a target.

I was escaping from my stalker ex when they took me from Earth. Dropped into a hellish alien maze where all I am is potential food. Until I run headlong into a huge, smoking hot alien dragon, covered in golden scales and an ego which could light up a planet. Draco rules the prison maze they call the Kirakos and he says I belong to him.