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His obsession for me is deadly, and I’m falling prey to his pleasure. There’s never been any security in my life. After being dumped on indifferent relatives as a child, it hurt when I realized that no one was ever going to protect me.

What does it matter if I'm a bit reserved? So what if I'm a touch socially awkward? If I don't break free from my shell now, I'll be sentenced to a dull, monotonous existence, where nothing exciting ever happens to me. Maybe it's not the smartest decision to move into a house with a group of strangers I found on the internet, but can you blame me for wanting a change? And there's no better way to branch out than to throw myself into a situation that causes me intense discomfort. That's what I'm telling myself anyway…

In the midst of war, love might be the deadliest weapon of all. For ten long years, Angels and Demons have waged a brutal war, with one man standing between the Demons and total annihilation: Rokath, the cruel and merciless general feared for his power to raise the dead. A prophecy whispers of a woman with eyes of devious burgundy who will shift the balance of power, but Rokath has plans of his own. After a deadly plague wipes out millions of Demons across the realm, Rokath issues an unforgiving command—every family must send one male to the front or face being put to the sword.

I wake in a vineyard with no memory of how I got here. Black heart balloons drift between twisted grapevines, and somewhere in the darkness, he's watching. When his voice cuts through the cold February night, commanding me to run, I obey without question. But every predator should remember: sometimes the prey has claws of her own.

I wake up bound in a winter wonderland with no memory of how I got here. Thousands of Christmas lights illuminate the land around me—a sprawling tree farm transformed into a mystical land of candy. Through rows of evergreens wrapped in twinkling lights and past peppermint archways that morph this place into a dark fairy tale, I run as he closes in. He knows this place. Every path. Every hiding spot. He knows me—my body's treacherous responses, the dark desires I've fought to hide.

The job should be easy… but Amanda has so many outfits. It’s a sea of satin and silk and lace. And the women on Marketplace want photos… photos of the clothes on a girl. And unfortunately, Alex doesn’t have any female friends to help him out.

Sleep is a curse that refuses to release me from its tight grasp. Every night, I am held hostage by sleep paralysis, unable to escape the demon that haunts my dreams. I thought it was just a figment of my imagination, a shadowy figure under my bed. But as I confront it, I realize it is much more than that. It’s real—he is real.

A moonlit pumpkin patch deep in the forest, where jack-o'-lanterns glow, and fog clouds my vision. It's exactly the kind of place I've always dreamed of being hunted, chased by a masked man until I have nothing left to give. Tonight, my fantasy is my reality. As I run barefoot through the maze of orange lanterns, my heart pounding with terror, I realize my pursuer isn't just playing a game—he's staking a claim. Every step deeper into the patch brings me closer to surrender, further from any desire to escape.

When I accepted my dream job across the country, my boyfriend went into planning mode, even arranging for us to live with his uncle until we could get our own place. So, imagine my surprise at the airport when he dumps me, leaving me to go to Florida alone. Armed with only an address and entry codes, I make the move without him, and am totally unprepared when I come face-to-face with my new roommate, Zayn North, professional football’s notorious, womanizing bad-boy. I do my best to keep my distance from the beastly man, but one kiss changes everything and I definitely want more.

The old ways are crumbling. Every spring, a new sacrifice is chosen—a Spring Maid bred to seed the future of the village through a ritual before being led to the foreboding woods. But this season will mark the end of a barbaric tradition and the birth of something even more horrifying. There’s a war coming—one of gods and giants. The Spring Maid has been chosen by a force far greater than her to be the mother of great warriors.

Mark is the dominant alpha with a badge and a past he can't escape. The one who left me tangled in memories after a steamy night. Now, this muscular silver fox sets my heart racing.

Moving to Romero is the best thing that has ever happened to attorney Macie Mitchell. She’s even made some amazing new friends: Trixie, Cora, and Sally from the Read Wine Bookstore. But when her boyfriend is arrested for embezzlement, Macie faces the biggest case of her legal career, and she’s going to need her new friends more than ever. Especially when she realizes her boyfriend is not who she thought he was.

All it took was one sizzling encounter with my brother’s best friend to get me pregnant. A one-night stand that scorches the sheets—moments I can't erase.

Trixie is thrilled to carry her friend’s wine at the Read Wine bookstore. After all, local businesses should support each other. But when she takes a field trip to Bramble Patch Winery, she uncovers the body of Deanna's husband in a very unlikely place. Trixie's wants to help her friend but, as she digs deeper into the inner workings of the winery, she finds that things aren’t always as they seem. Could her friend be guilty of murder, or is someone else determined to see the winery fail?

One poisoned cupcake just might close this bookstore’s doors forever. Enjoying the success of their small town bookstore Read Wine, Trixie, Cora, and Sally can finally focus on other aspects of their lives—like planning Cora's upcoming wedding. As the friends prepare for the big event, they discover someone in town is poisoning baked goods, and they are being served at the bookstore. This is not a good look for their business, and they need to act fast before their customers disappear. Can they discover who the culprit is and get their friend down the aisle? Only time will tell.

Ronan Crawford understands what it’s like to feel broken. As a retired Navy SEAL, he still suffers from the after-effects of war. Forming new friendships and working security at Phoenix, the secret sex club in the heart of New York City, has given him a purpose. He likes protecting people again. So when Nessa asks him to teach her self-defense techniques, he’s concerned, but up for the challenge. He can tell Nessa is suffering and he’s prepared to be her safe haven. What he’s unprepared for is how Nessa makes him feel like he’s coming back to life.

Trixie, Sally, and Cora are determined to open Read Wine on schedule. After all, this is their dream—opening a bookstore in their small town. But you can’t open for business when there’s a dead body on the floor. Not only does it ruin the ambiance, but it definitely didn’t appear anywhere in their business plan.

Trixie Pristine is ready to make all of her dreams come true. Teaming up with her closest friends, Cora Taylor and Sally Greeves, the three women open the quaint bookstore Read Wine. But suddenly, this new endeavor isn't all that Trixie hoped it would be. As strange things begin to happen, the women realize someone is out to sabotage their new business venture. Refusing to put down the coffee or relinquish the wine, the three friends meddle in police affairs to get to the bottom of the mysterious events.

Tommy Jack is a mute, homeless man living in a cave at the far end of Duncan’s Farm in Andover, Massachusetts. When he’s not roaming Andover, he tends Duncan’s honey bees in a meadow not far from Tommy’s camp. When the body of Ally Jones, the high school cheer captain missing for months turns up in a shallow grave on Duncan’s Farm, the town suspects that Tommy must have killed the girl.

I wanted to leave my old life behind for good. And that’s exactly what I did when I moved to New York City with the love of my life to start an internship that would kickstart my dream career. I felt stronger and more sure of the woman I was becoming as I let go of the person I once was. But my past was haunting me.