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Years after fleeing San Francisco and getting sober, Jhanvi has made a life for herself working at a grocery co-op and saving for her surgeries. But when her friend (and sometimes more) Henry mentions that he and his techie festival-goer friends spent $100,000 to transform a warehouse basement into a sex dungeon, Jhanvi starts wondering if there's a way to exploit these gullible idiots. She returns to San Francisco, hatching a plan to marry Henry for his company's generous healthcare benefits.

I thought I was helping. That I knew best. Even though he was saying he didn't want it, I knew he would be loved by millions if he'd just let the world hear his talent. So, I did it, anyway. I uploaded a video of my not-so-secret crush, Bram Baker, singing and playing his guitar to my popular and heavily followed BingBang account, and guess what!? I was right. The video reached millions of people, and a star was born. But now, Bram hates me.

A dangerous ritual, decades old, is about to set loose an evil on the town of Henley-on-Hale and the Whitlows are the only thing standing in the way. The sisters must untangle a web of lies to find the truth behind a series of brutal and horrific murders that are taking the lives of local teens and leaving very strange clues behind. Clues that say this is more than just your run-of-the-mill serial killer.

A Whitlow is missing, and the quest to find her takes Tula and her sisters to a dangerous and magical island off the coast of Savannah. She'll need to survive an unearthly hoard, a disappearing sun, spirits gone mad, alligators, and maybe the scariest of all, a group of drunken thespians. In the search for her cousin, Tula will begin to scratch the surface of a mystery that could destroy the thing she holds most dear—her own birthright as a Whitlow. What she's learned could open up access to a power she never believed was possible. 

The chief of police lies dead by Gambit's hands, but his vengeance has yet to be sated as Mayor Sullivan still remains alive. Following the fight that decimated the Serenity Park Mall, Gambit continues his hunt for those who wronged him in the past and the mayor is at the top of his hit list. However, Logan Maximilian and the Twine brothers will not make it easy for him, and he must face the consequences of his actions.

Populated by a cast of imagined con artists, holy fools, drag queens, and partisans—as well as some very factual politicians, priests, and generals—this novel started life as a pseudonymous blog written "live" by "Shalash" during and after the Second Iraq War. Shalash the Iraqi is here presented in its first authorized translation, with the blessing and commentary of "Shalash" himself.

Gavin Reese rose to stardom and became a teenage heartthrob ten years ago, but before that, he was just Gavin, an eighteen-year-old boy who caught my eye and stole my heart while filming the movies that would eventually make him a household name. We were friends first. I was only fifteen and too young for anything romantic, but over the next year, our friendship grew into something more. Something special. At least, it was special to me. Apparently, what he had with his gorgeous costar wasn't all smoke and mirrors and lines on a page.

Etta: Moving to Sweetkiss Creek was supposed to bring me closer to family and offer a fresh start. Instead, it feels like everything is spiraling out of control. First, there's my mischievous dog who has a knack for escaping and ending up at the police station. Then there's my ex, who has found away to give me a headache even from miles away. But the cherry on top of this chaotic sundae is Zac Wright, the infuriatingly charming man who also happens to be my nemesis.

Locked away in a padded room, Gambit watches as the world goes to hell. Blood rains from the sky. Screams echo through the city. Monsters tear through reality. The world transforms overnight into the GREAT GAME, an apocalyptic battleground where monsters hunt, dungeons materialize, and the System destroys everything humanity once knew. All for the entertainment of the unseen audience.

All Beulah Land wants is to play piano in her favorite honky tonk, take care of her elderly bestie, and thumb her nose at the church across the road. Life has other plans. Soon Beulah finds herself playing piano in the very place she swore she'd never enter again. The church choir goes on strike, the minister is as irritating as he is handsome, and everyone has an opinion on what Beulah should do with her life. So what's a girl to do? Create her own misfit choir out of barflies.

Morelli here. Cassie seems to find herself too busy eating pastries, breaking out of jail, and saving the Magic world (again) to bother with writing her own book description, so she's fobbed the chore off on me. Some people, am I right? Anyway, Black refuses to let me see a single page of the manuscript, but since I was there for most of the story, I can tell you this book is going to be full of . . . Eager-for-battle ghosts, misbehaving tower ravens, on-call dragons, spell-crafting elves, rat-stomping trolls, a tiny bit of necromancy, and a very heroic (if I do say so myself) half-troll.

Book burning. Jewel stealing. Vampire hunting. Not exactly what I expected from a day's work as a detective, but at least things are no longer dull at the agency. Although I'm not sure how much longer the doors to that agency will be open, since the due date for getting my detective license just went whizzing by faster than a fairy on pixie dust. But, after making good use of my groveling skills, HQ has given me an extension to solve a case and complete my application. Which would be great if the only clients I have weren't dead clients, missing clients, and persnickety clients.

Cassie Black has just lost two people through a magic portal. Her archenemy, the Mauvais, is threatening to destroy city after city if Magic Headquarters doesn't hand her over to him. And HQ isn't exactly saying no to that offer. As the Magic higher ups debate her fate, Cassie refuses to sit by and watch the grass grow between the toes of the surveillance gnomes. Biting back her life rule to never get involved, she knows the only way to stop the Mauvais is to go after him herself.

Hilarious and surprising, this unapologetically Jewish story delivers a present-day take on a highly creative grandmother trying to find her PhD granddaughter a husband who is a doctor-with a yarmulke, of course.

How did I find myself sharing a tent with my obnoxious—albeit gorgeous—neighbor, Isabella Romero? It all started with a stupid bet. All I had to do in order to win was something unpredictable. (Which my brother thought was impossible for the ever-boring David Windell). Well, I showed him . . . by booking a trek in the Andes Mountains to see Machu Picchu. When the brochure for the expedition mysteriously appeared on my front porch, it was like fate interceded: I could win the bet while simultaneously getting a vacation from my irritating neighbor.

Lanie Moore likes her life to be perfect. Perfect job. Perfect house. Perfect everything. She doesn't have time for a love life. Brixton Crane flies by the seat of his pants. Permanent plans aren't his thing. This world traveler just planted some roots near his childhood home.

Paradise is supposed to be a short-term stop. Until Thor shows up. Okay, not the real Thor. But replace the hammer with a dog who won't stop barking, and Adam Thomsen is definitely long-haired Thor's doppelganger. Too bad for me, he's decided I'm the villain in his story. Too bad for him, his scowl is no match for my super-powered positivity.

It was just supposed to be one night. No kissing. No feelings. A wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am tangle in the sheets and we go our own ways. Only it's a small town, and I was bound to run into the irresistible Porter Jones again. I just didn't expect it to be at my job interview...which he's conducting.

Bastian Cole. He's the ex who broke my heart, the man who up and left without an explanation or so much as a goodbye, just a note saying he was sorry. Yep, in one fell swoop he crushed any joy I had in my soul, ruined my faith in true love, and destroyed the dream we shared of running our very own BnB in Mulligan's Mill. That was three years ago, but those shattered dreams are about to turn into my worst nightmare. For not only have my parents stayed in contact with Bastian all this time.

The realization that you've fallen for your best friend is, for me, pretty scary. It's not that Reid is all the way in the stratosphere out of my league, it's more like I want to get it together so I'm not the one who feels so inadequate. But when I take ten steps forward, I'm shoved twenty steps back and left wondering if we'd be a good match in the end. And I want the best for my friend . . . even if that means it's not me.