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What do you do when the love of your life forgets? Not the good times. Not the love. Not the passion. But the pain and heartbreak and betrayal. He doesn't remember that he broke my heart. But I do. He doesn't remember the darkest parts of our marriage. He doesn't remember that six months ago, I said goodbye. What do you do when the love of your life remembers your marriage but not your divorce?

Walking into Jake's bachelor party to see my professor motorboating a stripper was awkward. It wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't completely hot for the guy. I had been since I first walked into that feline anatomy class and saw him performing chest compressions on a Persian cat named Andrew. So, as I sat in that strip club and knocked back my third tequila, I started thinking...I should make a move on him. When our eyes locked over the busty, blonde stripper who was gyrating against me and he smiled, it was all the encouragement I needed. I have no idea what happened next.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. In fact, some of them almost ruined me. But I am a good person. I want to make amends. I want to fix things with my sister and finally have my life back. I want to change, and I'm trying. But I just can't let the past go. Reaper doesn't make it easy for me. He hates me with a passion. He's vowed to do whatever he can to get me out of my sister's life and away from his club. It doesn't matter. He won't stop me. No matter how terrified of him I am, nothing is going to stop me from changing my destiny and trying to fix the wrongs from my past.

Siobhan "Sugar" Malloy, co-owner of Sugar and Spice Café and part-time burlesque dancer, believes that love is for the young and foolish - and at 35 years old, she is neither. But a new business venture with the sexy 20-something owner of Crimson Bay Couriers is quickly changing her mind. Charlie O'Halloran is beyond charming, and his flirtatious manner is an unexpected breath of fresh air for Siobhan.

Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise that she would do anything to save her mother's art gallery. Unfortunately, not only is The Red painted red, but it's in the red. Just as she realizes she has no choice but to sell it, a mysterious man comes in after closing time and makes her an offer: He will save The Red if she agrees to submit to him for the period of one year. The man is handsome, English, and terribly tempting - but surely her mother didn't mean for Mona to sell herself to a stranger.

In 1994, The Mistress Manual was born as a simple pink guidebook self-published by an experienced dominant woman. She moved on to other efforts, and the book fell out of print - much to the disappointment of thousands of eager submissive men and dominant women. Now, the classic is available once more, in an updated new edition.

A sexy rockstar walking into your hotel room sounds like a dream come true. When you're in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was, it's a freaking nightmare. It gets worse. What I thought was my room...was actually his. I'd just given last year's hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy. Now everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson's hotel room. Nobody knows I'm that girl and it's going to stay that way. It's not like I'm going to run into him again, right? Wrong.

Vodka should come with a warning: mixing with karaoke will make you do stupid shit, like sing that song you wrote when you were 14 about the boy who broke your heart. At least he didn't see it. Oh wait. He did. I should've just stayed home. The only reason I came was to stop Lily from doing something stupid, like crash her ex-boyfriend's wedding. When I open my hotel room door to find Adam standing there, that sexy smirk tells me he's hasn't changed. He's still the same arrogant asshole who made my childhood hell.  

Kyle James cashed in my V card and then disappeared like I was the finishing act in a magic show. I vowed to hate my best friend, turn the longing and secret obsession with him into toxic hate and maybe a poorly chosen tattoo. But as the years passed, I let go of any notions I'd ever see him again . . . until he sauntered on campus my senior year as a new transfer student.

One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together. 

Young, dumb, and broke. That's what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode's life is over. Done. Destroyed. Ten words. One text. That's what it took to change the whole world. A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That's what it takes to start all over again. Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls. But can one broken person really put another back together again? And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?  

Lilith Goode is dating - and in love with - five gorgeous rock stars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. But can one woman really love five different men? What if they're all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken? And what if they all need her as much as she needs them?  

Females have returned to Earth, brought here by technology I do not trust. They’ve been claimed and nested and kept far from me. The broken one. The dark one. I will always be alone. When a box falls from the sky and a black-suited human female appears, I am in awe. I am in need. Only, she is surrounded by men. So, I will sneak up on her. I will stalk her, learn everything about her, and wait for the right moment. And when the time comes, I’ll set my trap.

When I see her, I have to have her. The one they call Shelby. But the humans have not given her to us. She remains behind the walls of the facility they have reclaimed. She remains with a male that does not deserve her. This beautiful, enchanting creature with long black braids and bright eyes needs a real male, a master, a true protector. She needs me. I will do whatever it takes to claim her. I’ll kill. I’ll lie. I’ll steal. No human, naga, or otherwise will keep us apart. Tonight, Shelby will be in my arms. To hell with the rest.

Daisy. Daisy. Daisy. From the moment her name is spoken, it is all I can hear. Her frightened tears bring me anger; I vow to wipe them off her face and banish her fear...to make her my queen. But I have to catch her first. I have to convince her to trust me. I have to show her she is safe. But only with me. Because if any other naga male tries to take Daisy away from me, I will kill them.

When Lord Arthur Godwick learns his younger brother is up to his bollocks in debt to Regan Ferry, owner of The Pearl Hotel, he agrees to work off the tab...in her bed. Soon the handsome but troubled Arthur discovers he's a pawn in an erotic game of revenge - and nothing, including his lover, is what it seems. 

Love happens when you least expect it. So does heartbreak. I thought we were finally done with the lies. Secrets? Sure, Lilly's still holding on to plenty of those. My perfect woman is secrets buried under beautiful layers of deception. She's the seductive siren bent on destroying my heart.

I've spent a lot of years as a hit-it-and-quit-it player only seeking a good time. As Vice President of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club, willing women are never in short supply. I never needed any of them for long. Until I met her. My perfect woman. Like a mermaid, she was beautiful, smart, and hard to hold onto. I thought I'd convinced her we'd be good together long-term, but then she disappeared without a word. Almost three years. That's how long it's been since I saw her.

With her by my side, my reign is complete. Until one uncovered truth shines a light on the throne of lies I've been sitting on for years. A revelation with the power to test the bonds of brotherhood like never before. My ruthless obsession to protect what's mine burns hotter than ever. Promises I've made to my brothers I burn to keep. Vows made to my wife I swear to honor. Through the web of tangled loyalties, one thing remains clear. Hope is embedded in my soul.

Our pasts were a part of us. Definitively. Irrevocably. Mine hijacked my dreams every night, drowning me in guilt and staining my hands red. It wasn't just a part of me, it stole a piece of me—the piece that stopped me from letting people get too close. And I'd become pretty damn good at playing the untouchable asshole card just to keep them away. But apparently, Dakota Samuels didn't get that memo.