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I’ve spent the better part of the last few years successfully avoiding my brother’s best friend, Weston Aldrich. As CEO of Andes Inc, the infuriatingly handsome and incessantly grumpy Weston also happens to be my new boss. It shouldn’t have been hard to continue avoiding him. After all, he’s on the executive floor, and I’m one of many copywriters. Weston has his own ideas about how things should go between us. He’s in my emails, leaving notes on my desk, and as if that’s not enough, he arranges for me to accompany him on a business trip.

Darius has enjoyed a nice break from an action packed integration into the GGA. With Earth in limbo, and a lost colony likely in need of help, he knows his vacation is on borrowed time. He owes the Merchant Marines, Pavia, and humanity itself to do more, to be more. So when life is turned upside down again, he ventures back into the stars, helping those he can, when he can. The adventure is intense, his family bonds are tight, and the dangers ever-present.

The adventures of Nate and company continues. An encounter with the world’s greatest threat awakens something within the potion maker. Truths of Nate and his purpose begin to manifest. One simply cannot ignore their bloodline. Things will never be the same again.

Coach had two rules when I joined the team: Keep my name out of the press, and don't even think about touching his daughter. The first one? Easy. I'm not some rookie with a chip on my shoulder. The second one? Complicated. Emilia Lariat might just be the thing I've been missing. But this sassy little minx thinks she can hide what we are together. We'll see how easy that is when I've got her bent over every flat surface in this arena. She wants to play? That's fine. But I came to win, and not even her father will stop me.

I’ve been abducted from Earth and forced to dance at a burlesque on an alien prison planet where the inmates indulge in debauchery in return for good behavior. Seems human captives have become a hot commodity now that Earth is a breath away from extinction. Suddenly, every black market skin trader and inmate with empty pockets is after me. My owners won’t let me out of their sight. The new bodyguard I’m assigned to keep me safe is huge, with golden skin and the biggest wings I’ve ever seen. He's an alien beast and he’s up to something. He’s got a killer smile and dangerous eyes. And a secret.

A tipsy night in college resulted in Grace’s greatest joy—her daughter. But now she sees the guy who gave her a fake name and number that night is stripping for a charity event without a care in the world.

In a blink, I found myself in an unknown land, greeted by the textbox of an unfriendly system. It wanted me to become a great hero, save the world, win the love of the people and all that crap. But this new world already had a hero. Why should I bust my ass, deal with dragons and the unknown, for people I didn't know? Let him deal with that. It's his job! So instead of being tempted by the system's nonsense, I chose a simple class. Potion maker. I wasn't interested in cultivating mana and defying the heavens, courting death, none of that crap.

My place in this world slowly reveals itself to me. Unfortunately, I’m constantly reminded just how magicians truly screwed this place up. The Lord Ruler serves as one of the kingdom’s major problems, though there could be more to it. Tasks: rank up the shop and town, adapt to my ever-increasing strength, and hey, there are foes that are seriously strong out there. So many things happen in my growing tale this time around. Sit. I shall continue…

Secret Service agent Tessa Camen took a bullet meant for the president. She regains consciousness three hundred years in the future on a spaceship, naked in the arms of Kahn, a fierce warlord from the planet Rystan. He's been expecting her.

Left broke and all but homeless by her shiftless husband, widow Margaret Jaffrey turns to his family in hope of a better life for her daughter . . . until she realizes the decaying family mansion in Louisiana comes complete with a domineering matriarch, a drunken uncle, and a madman locked in the attic. The madman in question is Peter Delacroix, and he doesn't seem that crazy. In fact, Margaret is starting to find him irresistible.

The boys of summer dominated the Stallions campus, and the girls didn't stop talking about the new baseball transfer. She heard all the rumors, but no more cocky athletes were in her future. Adalee had one goal: to win the gymnastics all-around title. She wouldn't be distracted, at least until she saw the transfer with her own eyes.

The name DiMaggio means mafia royalty, but Calliope, the dynasty’s last living heir, is no princess. A teacher and singer in Nashville, she’s moved as far away from the generations-old criminal legacy as she can. But she still can’t escape her dying father’s wicked reach, or his plans for her arranged marriage to carry on the family name. Playboy Alessandro Costa has a different plan: marry her himself—temporarily. It’ll give him a chance to take down the DiMaggio patriarch and his empire, settle an old debt, and save Calliope from a catastrophic fate.

My boss Elliot Levy is intolerable, and I tell him so every day...in the little notes I write and then hide in the back of my desk. I can't exactly say to his face that I'm convinced he's a cyborg, considering I'm about to become a single mother, and I really need to keep my job as his assistant. Elliot never looks at me, so he doesn't even notice I'm pregnant until I'm seven months along. The first thing he asks is if I'm planning to come back to work once I have the baby.

When Darius’ newly founded colony on Umbria Prime is attacked, he fights off the raiders and finds clues that humanity’s old foes–the Iglax–are to blame. Once again, he’s got to return to the galaxy at large to upgrade his ships, advance his skills, and spread humanity further among the stars.

It should have been a simple arrangement. Luca needs a wife to clean up his image as the new CEO of Rossi Motors, and I need my mother to stop trying to fix me up on terrible dates. In two years, we'll part amicably with no attachments or hard feelings.\ Anything that happens between us will be outside the confines of our arrangement. By anything, I mean falling into Luca's bed. Which I also do frequently and with abandon. But nothing is ever as simple as it seems. It isn't long before I fall for my motorcycle-riding, dirty-talking, sexy-as-sin husband.

The Iglax Star Empire’s tried twice now to throttle this upstart species before they could expand beyond Sol. They once used humans for cheap mining, cheap labor, and cheap laughs. But with each attempt, humanity’s gotten stronger, spread across more star systems, and found new allies. Now the Iglax are preparing for war.

Well, did you know that Kyushu is an F-ranked town? Neither did I, but had I known about this tidbit information, all of the unfortunate attacks would’ve made sense. I think. But the Lord Ruler truly is a douche canoe for leaving his people to fend for themselves. That’s not all. My shop’s ranking is E, embarrassing really, despite all of the hard work put into building it.

A dangerous bloodline and family, a powerful arch nemesis, S-ranked dungeon, and disciples with secrets of their own... Something big is happening behind the scenes.

The Mountain Pack is everything I hoped for: a haven where every shifter has the same rights. Pack laws are respected and followed without fail. Even the Alpha must obey them, or suffer dire consequences. But the law says I'm not allowed to live here. When the corrupt leader of the Council delivers an ultimatum calling for the death of one of my mates, there are no good options. If we stay, it means war. If we sneak away, we become rogues. No matter what, my dream of a safe home is ruined.

When you rip the Guitar Goddess's world apart, and your own, how in the f@*k are you supposed to find redemption? She's my world, and I've shattered her. What began as a break for us to both heal, ends in the dissolution of our relationship. I committed the most unforgivable transgression. One more tragedy—one more f@*king tragedy—may be the only way back into her heart. I have one more chance to explain what really happened, and hope she believes me.