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Forget. A word that means so much, and can be used in so many ways. I wish I could forget that my mother died when I was only sixteen. I wish I could forget the terror of living alone and on the streets. Most of all, I wish I could forget the fear I feel over my designation as an omega. Going through heat is normal, I should be able to suck it up and get through it with anyone, right? But sharing my body when I’m completely vulnerable feels too intimate to share with a random alpha. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice.

She escaped her ex, broke, and pregnant. Only to be abducted by his identical twin brother...

I thought my partner Jett was straight. Off limits. Until a text meant for his brother lands in my phone. Now I know exactly what he feels when he looks at me. We’re supposed to be taking a break for the holiday away from the city. Instead, we’re playing with fire in the woods. Every glance, every breath, every touch is a risk neither of us can afford. Because in our world, love is a liability. All we have on this mountain is our secret. Our truth about what we are to each other. But what if I want more?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Kidnapped, hurt, and left for dead were not on my bingo card this month. I’ve been running from danger my entire life. I finally have roots, a home, a roommate who is my best friend that I’m secretly in love with. I refuse to take shit from anyone, so when I kicked a belligerent alpha out of my club, I didn’t realize my life would change forever. Three gorgeous alphas saved me from being eaten by rats, making me think that was the end of my nightmare. But now I’m locked in a house that would be any other omega’s dream home, but to me it’s a pretty cage.

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.

We didn’t inherit this city—we took it. Power like this doesn’t come without blood, secrets, and enemies. The FBI is circling, the walls are closing in, and this is the worst possible time to lose focus. Especially for her. Madison Roark wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a one-night escape—just a beautiful distraction I’d forget the next morning. But I keep seeing her–everywhere.

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.

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.

Aislan made a deal, his life in exchange for his brothers. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea, but now it has sunk in that he has to spend the rest of his 400-some years with none other than Typhon, Sidhe’s one and only snake shifter. To make matters worse, Sceach Gheal, Typhon’s home, doesn’t contain much to do. There’s no sitting area, no library, heck, there aren’t even proper servants, just some small, ornery dragons Typhon keeps around to do his dirty work.

*INTERCONNECTED STANDALONE* While Aodhan and Sierra’s story has come to an end (or a new beginning), Aislan’s story will continue in Resilient, a stand-alone novel. Aislan made a deal, his life in exchange for his brothers. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea, but now it has sunk in...

Alyssa, being the "grinch" of the family, always runs to the Briarwood Ski Resort every Christmas. While she isn't a fan of the green and red candy canes and gumdrops that the holiday season has become known for, she does love snow and the smell of pine trees while drinking a warm beverage by the fire.

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?

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.

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.