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Ruby Young's new Boston apartment comes with all the usual perks. Windows facing the brick wall of the next-door building. Heat that barely works. A malfunctioning buzzer. Noisy neighbors. A dead body on the sidewalk outside. And of course, a ghost. Since Cordelia Graves died in her apartment a few months ago, she's kept up her residency, despite being bored out of her (non-tangible) skull and frustrated by her new roommate. When her across-the-hall neighbor, Jake Macintyre, is shot and killed in an apparent mugging gone wrong outside their building, Cordelia is convinced there’s more to it.

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The first rule of hockey PR? Never. Date. A. Player. Which shouldn't be a problem—Tate Foster is the least dateable guy on the team. Logical. Bookish. Allergic to chaos. He hates attention almost as much as he dislikes me, the team's PR rep. But when I rope him into a social media stunt to boost his image, the unthinkable happens: it works. Suddenly, Tate—aka "Sheriff"—is looking like boyfriend material. And those dimples he tries to hide? Yeah… they're messing with my professional objectivity.

When DNA evidence links Lieutenant Quinn Colson’s brother to the scene of a grisly murder, Quinn realizes he'll do anything to keep his brother from returning to prison, even if it costs him his job...and the woman who’s stolen his heart. Shooting range owner by day, yoga instructor by night, Bobbi Cross is as ironic as her two businesses - she’s an independent, tough-as-nails woman, except when she’s meditating away the discontentment she feels inside.

An animal under the sheets. That’s what his exes claimed about Steven Sinclair on national TV. He’s super successful, scheduled, and has rules about dating. And he’s my soon-to-be sister-in-law Quinn’s brother. I’m only in Chicago for the wedding and to watch my niece for the week...but now he’s staying with me, too. The aching is too much...the heat too hot...the craving on the cusp of exploding. But the sins of his father have consequences in Steven’s life. And that means mine as well.

After a rocky start to my freshman year at BCU, I was confident the threat was gone. The murders ended, and my name was cleared. All the while, three unsuspecting men took me by surprise… Ridge, my stalker turned lover. Maddox, the prince charming who swept me off my feet. And Lev, my villain who climbed out of the black hole he'd been living in, showing me a version of himself no one thought they'd ever see again. Then everything changed. Campus Alert: Shelter in place. Homicide suspect at large. That suspect… it's me.

This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy. This is me—a barely functional adult—attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch. It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman.

Blindsided by their aunt’s betrayal and stripped of the protections of their station, Lyr and her sisters’ only hope of survival is to throw themselves into the dark intrigue of the Bamarian Court. As Meera and Morgana struggle to hide their illegal magic while living amongst their enemies, Lyr uncovers long-buried secrets from her mother that may finally unlock her power. But the Imperators are determined to set decades-long plans into motion, with Lyr’s true identity placing her at the center of their game.

Now that Lyr has survived the Imperator's cruel punishment, she has only three months to prepare for the test that will decide her fate. Despite Rhyan's promise of additional training, her life has never been in more danger. Enemies known and unknown get closer every day. While the Imperator's soldiers occupy the city, the Emartis rebels grow bolder, marking Lyr as their target. Staying safe means more time under Rhyan's protection. But the closer they become, the more their desire ignites, the harder it becomes to resist temptation.

Guarding a social media model was not on my agenda. Then again, neither was losing half my hearing in a bomb blast five years ago. Fate has a way of doing what it wants in my life. I'm supposed to be the level-headed brother, not the one who schemes his way into a woman's bed and flat-out refuses to leave it again. But here we are anyway . . . with Makenzie Baird looking way too good in nothing but a smile and my shirt for me to start complaining now. This little model is going down. And I intend to ride her the whole way.

One call from my club brother askin' me to help his kid sister, and I'm there in a flash. Harper ain't no kid anymore, but now, she's all I can think about. That sweet body, those innocent eyes—they're tearing down every wall I put up. She overheard somethin' she shouldn't have, and now she's in danger. Well, they don't know who they're messin' with. I'd die before I let 'em lay a hand on her. If I can get us both out of this alive, she'll be in my bed, right where she belongs. Some lines weren't meant to be crossed—but I'm about to erase 'em.

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.

Rock legend Dean Finlay's ready for an easier life. He's tired of the fame and done with younger women. The older he gets the younger they get. Brielle McGinnis got kicked out of her foster home the day she turned eighteen. The pregnancy she'd been trying to hide had taken what little youth she had managed to hold onto away. Life made her tough. Now, at twenty-eight years old, she has a good job with insurance working in admissions at a local junior college. When Dean comes walking into the college office, she wants an autograph for her son, but his arrogance changes her mind.

First rule when returning to your hometown after storming out of sight: Don't fall for the guy who broke your heart. Julia Browne should know better than to kiss where she bakes. She's built a bread empire in California and only plans to stay in Green Valley long enough to sell the family house.

Warlord Kai knows his mate is out there, somewhere on Earth. She is alone, hunted by both the Hive and the Coalition Fleet’s Intelligence Core. Both want information she is unaware she possesses. Knowing she is in danger enrages his beast, pushes him ever closer to madness. There is nowhere he won’t go, nothing he won’t do, to find her. Protect her. Claim her.

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It is said that you only want what you cannot have. I hate to be a cliche, but that statement rings true for me. In my case it's not what I want, but rather who. Tara Brooks. Sweet, funny, and my little sister's best friend. I've got a list of reasons why I'm no good for her, starting with the fact that I'm a decade older. She's just starting out and I’m about to retire. Still, I'm used to getting what I want. And I've never been very good at following the rules.

Ripley Griever has been locked away for 21 years, afraid of what the world would do with her unpredictable magic. But when Fletcher Darkly breaches the walls of her tower to rescue her, she breaks her mother's loyalty to save him from her grips. Now, they must escape through treacherous terrain and malevolent creatures to reach the Kingdom of Elizy to fix her magic before the Cidris hunters capture her for her blood.

He asked me that over a deep dish, a man I met at a wedding when I’d been trying to forget the epic disaster that was my life. He was too young, but I was hurting, sad, and recently divorced. Basically, the trifecta for bad decision-making.

Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding. Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.