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Get in. Get paid. Get the hell out. That’s the plan. Scotland’s rolling hills are calling me home, and this job is just another stop along the way. But being her bodyguard is harder than expected. Keeping tabs on a fiercely independent lass who refuses to follow the rules? Nearly impossible. Then my cold, blackened heart starts to thaw as I watch her dirty little shows. She’s maddening, bratty, and curvy in all the right ways. Ach, what am I doing? And what happens when my compass home begins pointing toward her instead?

The second I board the Bruise Cruise, I’m ready to indulge—top-shelf liquor, five-star meals, and maybe a little pain to round out the night. What I don’t expect? Falling for the one woman guaranteed to ruin everything. A federal agent. She’s here to sink us, and I’m stuck sharing a suite—and a bed—with the enemy.

Eight years ago, Zack Anderson recited his vows to me in front of our friends and family. He swore to stand by my side through all heartache and fears. Yet, six months later—I came home to find our home cleaned of his belongings.

I see her jotting down notes in her little notebook. Psychopath. Deranged. No empathy to be found. She doesn't yet understand just how right she is, but she will. I'm obsessed with her. She consumes my every waking thought. The problem is, she's my therapist. Can she break through to me, or will I end up breaking her?

Sadie always thought she had the potential to become a Final Girl. It's why she bought the tickets for Slashed, a haunted house attraction that provides an immersive experience of a slasher movie. The attraction promised a night of thrilling fun for her and her friends, and it would be the perfect opportunity for Sadie to prove herself.

I was using my magic to track down my missing son, Tristan, when one wrong teleport sent my sisters and me careening into 1996 Seattle. Think grunge, frosted lip gloss, and dial-up internet slower than my mother's telekinesis. Oh, and our magic? Bound tighter than a scrunchie on prom night. But now that I'm here, maybe I can stop Tristan's disappearance before it ever happens. Sure, one wrong move could unravel everything I know, but what kind of mother would I be if I didn't try?

Laura Kasischke dives back into novels with this thrilling small town mystery, THE LIFEGUARD This is a novel about grief and ambition, innocence and blame—a tale that spools out of and around a Midwestern swimming pool one summer afternoon, 1969, and into the future of an America yet to be...

When your dead grandma starts giving advice, you know life's about to get weird. I thought the worst part of the funeral would be saying goodbye. I was wrong. One flash of rainbow light later, and I can feel other people's emotions and blast my own right back at them. (Pro tip: do not get angry...

Cuddling strangers is just business for Staley Monroe... until she meets a guy she'd rather fork than spoon… Staley is damn good at her job, and after a life-altering diagnosis for her beloved father brings a mountain of medical bills, she'll take every cuddle client she can get. Discovering she’s one class short of receiving the degree she promised her dad…that's just another log on the raging inferno of her anxiety. Staley doesn't have time for another class or catching feelings for a dreamy, green-eyed TA, but her heart isn't accounting for her schedule.

Charlotte Brant, former detective and present-day pariah, has been rebuilding her life following the attack that cost her a job, a marriage, and possibly her sanity. When the King of Hell inserts himself into her life—all dark, handsome, and aggravating—it does her no favors in her efforts to regain some normalcy. Especially when an Archangel is on a holy mission to keep them apart by any means necessary—even offering her what she thought she lost forever.

Jones and I hadn't been dating long enough to throw the L word around, yet it flowed off my tongue so easily, just like everything when it came to him. Our chemistry was off the charts from the very first touch, nearly setting things on fire as often as the ones he set in the kitchen when he cooked.