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I'm having my bosshole's baby. Safe to say that's not ideal… especially because he doesn't even know. As a matter of fact, Kirill is clear across the country, and I'm pretty sure he's never coming back. That's fine. My daughter and I will be a-okay without him. At least, that's what I thought. Five years goes by like pulling teeth. I learn something. It hurts to do this alone. It hurts to do this without him. It hurts to know what could have been if only we hadn't both been so unbelievably stubborn with our hearts. Then, one day, just when I think I can't bear to hurt anymore, he's back.

When I stepped into the courtroom this morning, I intended to fight for my client's life. I never expected to run for my own. Now the courthouse is in lockdown, and I'm trapped in a tiny room with my nemesis—the West Oaks PD cop who hates me most. He's a single dad with a growly attitude, an ex-Marine, and he's the star witness against my client. But it turns out Detective Sean Holt and I do have something in common. This threat against us is personal, and the maniac behind it wants us both dead.

This bundle includes Grinch, Harley, and Landon.

Worthington County's coldest case heats up when ground-breaking on a new luxury subdivision comes with a grisly surprise. In full view of the media and half the town, a local politician uncovers the remains of a young girl, gone missing for decades. The victim’s bones speak from the grave, telling a horrifying tale of her last moments on earth. Her death was no accident. She did not die peacefully. And she had a secret not even those closest to her knew. But was it worth killing for?

Armed with a Crock-Pot and a pile of recipes, a grandmother, her granddaughter, and a mysterious young man work to bring a community together in this uplifting novel for readers of The Chicken Sisters. Esther Larson has been cooking for funerals in the Northwoods of Wisconsin for seventy years...

Avery Fletcher makes a better friend than a lover—at least he thinks so. Well, him and every woman he's ever dated. His encounters are brief and satisfying. Helena Davenport doesn't need a man—nor does she want one. As heiress to her late father's fortune and business, she's here to impress. But apparently, you can't get away from societal expectations—even in the twenty-first century, and the board of directors wants this queen to crown a king. When she finds herself being tattooed by none other than bad boy Avery at a bachelorette party, she hatches a plan.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

Hooked. An app designed for the ideal one-night stand is the brainchild of Harvard graduate students Easton Jones and his two best friends. When Easton creates his Hooked profile, he gets a 100 percent perfect match. Who is this sure thing? Her username is Love. Their chemistry is off-the-charts explosive, and just when Easton begins falling for her, she disconnects from the app and disappears. Five years later, Hooked is now the number one dating app in the country. But that’s not the only thing on fire.

A crown of light hovers over my head, a royal symbol that puts me on a pedestal that everyone envies—they long to stand at my side for the rest of the world to witness. Death awakens the truth surrounding my creation, and I’m left in the middle of a war between three supernatural races: wolves, archangels, and monsters. This isn’t the threesome I was envisioning for myself.

I will do anything for my family, and as the heir to the Campisi Mafia throne, I fall on my sword and do what's expected of me—it wasn't an accident that I was given the name King. I marry the girl I love—who's already in love with someone else, and because I'm a masochist, I make him her personal bodyguard. After all, who better to protect the woman I love than the man she loves? I have seven days after our wedding to own her—body and soul. Seven days to show her everything I feel.

A skilled hunter is found dead in the first few moments of opening day for deer season. Everyone assumes it was an accident. When Jake learns the victim is his best friend, Ben Wayne, he must push past his crushing grief and process the scene. Two things become horrifyingly clear. Ben was shot through the head with a high-powered rifle. And this was no accident; it was an execution. As the town grieves, Jake discovers there has been a series of similar killings throughout southern Ohio.

All I need is a place to hide for a few weeks. The paparazzi were on my case 24/7 and I needed a bit of breathing room—an escape from the madness—before the media frenzy begins. Sure, I could have gone to a secluded cabin in the woods—but I didn't want to be bored out of my mind. I'd seen enough wide open spaces as a kid from Texas to last me a lifetime. So instead, I let my sports agent hook me up with a modest house in the burbs where we didn't think anyone would find me hiding in plain sight.

Luke Chambers has always been a ladies’ man, but he’s kept his eyes to himself when it came to his best friend’s little sister. But when Sage walks into his brewery, he can’t believe the girl he used to tease has grown up into the kind of woman found only in his fantasies. And when he hears her dilemma, he’s more than happy to help.

I'm Toni Capella and I'm a bad-man-o-holic. (Hi, Toni!). But it's a new year and for the first time in my twenty-nine years I'm determined to attract Mr. Right. So when super-hot contractor Cooper Flint walks into my office, I immediately put him on my "no way" list. Besides, my eye is on another new coworker, Sumner Livingston. Handsome, well-heeled, and professional, Sumner is nothing like my usual type, which I assume makes him perfect for me. I insist Sumner and I keep our relationship separate from work. I even suggest we do our courting via text while we get to know each other better.

Secrets are poison. They eat away at you from the inside. I doubt there’s a single person in the club that would have a problem with who I am. Keeping my mouth shut is all about my own shame. Who I am isn’t acceptable. That’s what my Fundamentalist family raised me to believe, but even after leaving home, I couldn’t be myself. Fighting against it never really became a struggle until the flirty bartender set his eyes on me.

Georgia Lane is desperate for an adventure. Not a crazy life-risking adventure, but something to break the bubble she’s lived in for the last year. An epic two-week road trip up the Oregon coast with her best friend seemed to be the ticket.

All Jenny Caldwell wants is a cowboy for Christmas. She didn’t think it was too much to ask for a Wrangler-wearing, Stetson-sporting brawny Texan to be left under her tree to make her last Christmas on her family’s ranch memorable.

There are ways to get ahead in college hockey, but having a meltdown, trying to get rid of your coach, and stalking his boyfriend isn’t one of them. Is it really a surprise that I wound up in a hospital facing my demons instead of getting ready to play for the pros and taking care of my baby? I needed the world’s biggest redo, but the probability of a second chance was about the same as….

Love finds you when you least expect it. That's what my nan always said. Love? I wasn't looking for it, so how will I know when I've found it? I'm not romantic like she was—I'm realistic and practical. Quick with my wits and hilarious when I'm in the mood, it'll take more than a handsome face to win my affection. Speaking of handsome faces—Elias Cohen is nothing special (no offense); smug, arrogant. Too flirtatious for his own good. He won't charm me with that crooked smile and dimple in his chin.

I never thought I would get pregnant in college. When I did, I thought leaving Jack Jennings was doing him a giant favor—he had a bright future ahead of him as a football star—the last thing he needed was me and a baby standing in his way of his dreams. Honestly? I figured he would eventually forget about me. I would raise our child in secret and watch Jack on television, and the pain of what I'd done to him would heal.