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I’ve been captive for longer than I can remember. My handler bought me from my parents when I presented at 10 years old because he likes his girls young and innocent. Yes, it’s just as bad as it sounds. Now my life is pain and misery, but it’s routine so it’s manageable until my handler announces he’s selling me at Auction. The hormone suppressants aren’t working anymore, and I’m simply too old for him now. I’m shaking in my skin as I wait my turn to walk across the stage when I smell the most delicious scent. Why is Fate such an evil witch?

Blackmailed by my ex, I have no choice but to auction myself to the highest bidder. In a room full of perfect bodies, whispers follow me, bets quietly placed that I’ll go for nothing. But when the bidding starts, three breathtaking men ignite a war—until they strike a deal to share me. For 30 days. There’s Emerson, the devastatingly handsome tech billionaire and single dad who swears he doesn’t do relationships. Then Ashton, a tall, lean heartthrob with a HAF man bun, who needs a date for society galas to keep his biggest secret: he was once in love with Ford.

Drop-dead gorgeous. Rich as sin. With a closed-off heart of stone, Kieran O’Rourke is the head of the Irish Mob. And my new fiance. To finance my father’s war with the bratva, I’m being sold to a savage.

Years ago, I told him I loved him. But he told me I was too young and he was too dangerous. Then he saved me from a vicious bratva attack and I saw him commit unspeakable crimes. That made me a witness. So I disappeared and left that world behind. I joined the FBI, started a new life,and never saw him again. Until I took an assignment that sent bullets flying and next, I’m hit, staring at those blue eyes once again.

Cruel. Insane. Furious. Lachlan O’Rourke crashed my wedding, saw the bruises under my veil, and now… he’s my new husband. He’s untamed and reclusive and says I’m way too young and innocent for a monster like him. He keeps reminding me this is just a marriage of convenience to keep me safe until the ballet conservatory accepts me.

It was only supposed to be one night… and I meant it when I made the deal with my dad's ex-boyfriend. If I went to college, he would let me tag along Caribbean island hopping on his charter boat for the summer. Cass stuck to his end of the bargain, but not me—I asked for extra terms. One night: me, him, and nothing between us, showed me what it felt like to be loved by a man.

When Mabel’s lover turns her over to the King, she’s thrown in jail for being a witch. Fully expecting her love to come save her, she languishes for months in prison. After all, if he sold her out for riches and came back to rescue her, that would be rather amusing. But actual betrayal, there’s no amusement in that.

In her pursuit of wedding plans and a beautiful future, she finds herself at the mercy of the kelpies, a group of kelpie hunters called the Comhlan, and a stunningly handsome, too-good-to-be-true entrepreneur named Riley Slade. Will Vivienne escape the wrath of the water horses? Will she find a way to end the curse? Or will she fall prey to the hunger of the kelpies?

There were other ways I could've spent my summer, but my sister's stepson needed a swift kick in the rear, and she thought I was the perfect man for the job. I'm no brat tamer, so being saddled with one wasn't my idea of a good time, but I can see the appeal when my… less-than-conventional methods prove fruitful.

When the hard truths of my ex-husband were exposed, my world and that of our kids changed forever. We were tossed away like yesterday's trash by the man that was supposed to protect and cherish us. With my life in tatters, I had to stay strong. I had to be the support for my kids. I had to show them that we could rise above, so I did the one that brought me peace—I baked. I never expected to trust a man again, but fate had other plans. The moment he walked into my bakery, everything changed. It wasn't just my life but that of my kids as well. He lifted us from rock bottom and helped us heal.

They’ve got a knotty, yacht-y problem. Sunshine: He’s the most notorious grump in the world. An irresistibly sexy billionaire. And my new boss. But I’m only on his megayacht for the money. If I can make it through the week, I’ll have enough to keep my slightly illegal betasitting business afloat, convince my parents I have what it takes to be the captain of my fate, and sail off into the sunrise. It’ll be fine, as long as I don't fall off the yacht. Or fall on Grumpy’s one-eyed pocket pirate. Or fall in love.

I mean sure, all of the demons consistently look at my like I'm a snack, but so far none of them have tried to eat me. While my sister is out trying to save the Universe and becoming a goddess, I'm stuck in the God of Death's castle with The Brethren - a group of ancient demonic warriors that have abs, attitude, and a disdain for the job they've been given. It would be peaceful except for the constant arguing with one of them - Rimmon.

I lost my boyfriend on the night I had planned to propose. It was a horrific accident that was all my fault. I gave up and resigned myself into a life of obscurity. Until I got a call that my sister, Sara, needed me. It gave me purpose, and I ran to her rescue. Because that’s what I’ve done our whole lives.

Nathan Bailey was the one that got away. After leaving our hometown for college, he never looked back. Ten years later, he walked into my bakery. His sweet-talking is impossible to ignore, but so are the miles between Tennessee and California. The now billionaire tech-mogul always has his eyes set on the next big project, but now they're set on me.

There’s only one thing I need: for my husband to stop acting like the last month of pregnancy is a no-knotting zone. Well, that and to win the company ugly holiday sweater contest before I go into labor. Thank goodness I have my best friends, my perfectly emo niece, and a doctor who happens to be my aunt to help me… Grumpy’s Holiday Sweater is a peek back into the lives of Soleil and Giovanni Grantham, nine months after the events in Sunshine’s Grump.

Patrick “Paddy” Murphy Secretive, Quiet, Reserved. The mafia taught him just how disastrous secrets and lies were. Despite that, he kept the deepest, dirtiest secrets of them all. His desire for men, or rather one man—me—was only the start of them. If the family or—even worse, a rival family—found out about us, life as Paddy knew it would cease to exist.It was as if the universe knew this and tried to keep us apart.