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I came on board the Drexian space station to attend my cousin’s wedding. That was it. Despite every other woman on Earth falling all over themselves for one of the tough aliens, I wasn’t interested. Not even a little bit. I had my own life on Earth to sort out, and a hot Drexian did not figure into my plans.

As if being abducted by space slavers wasn’t bad enough, I’m sold to a species of aliens in need of extras for their immersive entertainment moons, where their privileged citizens can hunt or battle or bed us at their leisure. When I’m separated from my crew and dropped into a lush alien jungle, I have no idea which fantasy moon I’m on—until the first arrow nearly impales me.

My friends found their happily-ever-afters with a couple of sweet, doting, over-the-top, in-love athletes. They got nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. But me? I got stuck with a dickhead who riles me up on purpose and calls me Banshee. Yeah, he might have a voice made explicitly for wet dreams. And he might have a body and face carved by the gods. And he might have a level of Alpha-hole that gets me all hot and bothered. But when he presses my buttons, he presses ALL my buttons.

When the Inferno Force battleship I’m working on jumps away to save a colony under attack, I have no choice but to become part of the crew. But the Inferno Force ship is nothing like the high-tech space station I’m used to—and the warrior crew isn’t used to females on board. For a curvy brainiac who’s not used to being noticed, I’m now being noticed—a lot.

My friends have convinced me: no more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man who’s sweet, and funny...and did I mention sexy-as-hell?

There are a few things that life doesn’t prepare you for. Like what to do when a super-hot guy catches you sneaking around in his basement, or what to do when a mysterious package shows up with tickets to a hockey game (because, apparently, he’s a professional athlete). Nor how to handle it when you get to the game and realize he’s freaking famous, since half of the 20,000 people in the stands are wearing his jersey.

I volunteered to sneak onto an enemy battleship. Now I’m stranded on a prison moon with a hot Drexian pilot who can’t stand me. I had no choice. It was either volunteer for a rescue mission for the Drexians or go to prison on Earth. I know, I know. The irony isn’t lost on me. But what were the chances I’d end up on a creepy alien prison moon running for my life with a Drexian who seems annoyed that I saved him? Which is a problem since we’re stuck together on a swampy planet that’s too hot to wear much of anything.

Dominick Vicario, mafia don and leader of the Fallen, was right about me. But he was also wrong. I do carry the trace of an angel. But not for the reason he thinks. When the truth about me is revealed, it isn’t the demons who are after us this time. It’s the archangels. And they’ll stop at nothing to eliminate the evidence of their own darkness—me. With a host of vengeful angels chasing us, Dominick makes a pact with the Prince of Demons. A pact that leads us straight into the demon prince's Parisian lair--a place so decadent and demonic that we may never escape. Or want to.

Not only is Dominick Vicario tall, dark, and wickedly attractive, he’s also the head of the world’s most powerful underworld family. And the leader of the Fallen—former heavenly Watchers banished to Earth who’ve become wealthy playboys. When I meet him, my life is circling the drain. My job is going nowhere, my boyfriend is a jerk, and I’m in debt up to my eyeballs. So, when the dangerously seductive mafia don offers me a deal that will solve all my problems, I take it. All I have to do is spend the rest of the summer with the mysterious billionaire.

I knew what I was getting into when I sold myself to the devastatingly handsome mafia don. Then I discovered he was an immortal fallen angel. Being the plaything of a billionaire is one thing. Being the mate of a celestial is quite another. Especially when he’s convinced I carry the mark of an angel and could free the Fallen from their eternal torment. But not everyone wants the Fallen to be redeemed. My immediate problem isn’t with the demon prince, though. It’s with the rival mafia family who’s taken me captive—and the deadly succubus helping them.

Now that everyone on Earth knows about the Drexians - and their need for human mates - women have been falling all over themselves to volunteer. But not me.

He pushes buttons I didn't even know I had. Gabe freaking Barin. Fire to my ice. Walking mountain. Growly, alpha, and achingly kind. Last man on earth I want in my life. But I've got three heaping problems: 1. My baby niece is missing. 2. Some psycho just slashed up my car. 3. My boss made Gabe my personal protector. I'm a big girl in a tiny package. Sharp claws. Perfectly capable. So I'll ignore the jaw-dropping banter Goliath drops. I'll ignore how his Louisiana drawl melts damn near everything. I'll ignore how he's five times my size.

After that close-up of his package on the sailboat in Morocco, TMZ started calling him Crown Jewels. Not that I keep track of Prince Liam. Definitely don’t stalk him online like my friends do. I’m out of that scene now. My family’s reality show might still be running, but I’ve been off-screen for a while. When people pass me on the sidewalk, they might squint, but most of them don’t scream “Lucy Rhodes” and ask about my love of Lucky Charms or how my broken toe healed. Prince Liam - my stalking his Instagram - that’s just for fun. It’s my dirty little secret.

You’ve heard this story before. Woman feels her biological clock ticking and gets someone to knock her up. Not for love, for baby. Crazy, right? That’s what I thought. Then I found out my fiancé had a vasectomy. The life I thought I had? Nope. Suddenly I’m 33, and I don’t even have a kissing buddy. When my mom’s health takes a turn and I wind up back in my hometown of Fate, Alabama, I tell myself to leave things up to…well, you know. Then I see Gabriel McKellan. He’s Fate’s most famous son, a best-selling author who is beautiful, complicated, and living below me.

She was my foster sister, her luxurious house the only home I'd ever known. I fell in love with Evie before her doctor parents signed my adoption papers. They threw me out the day they caught us. Now I'm Dr. Jones, so far removed from who I used to be, it seems like a bad dream. I tell myself nothing can touch me. Until I see the residency roster at Alpine University Hospital. There's only two incoming neurosurgery residents each year. This year it's Landon Jones - and Evie Rutherford.

The boy next door. That's what he was. Dash Frasier - my hero from the day we met, when I was six and he was nine. His sister was my best friend, the three of us one happy crew. Then one sweaty summer night changed everything. No one understood me like Dash. No one made me feel so loved. That's why, when he skipped town, it wrecked me. Now I'm older. Wiser. I've just snagged my dream job, writing at a film studio. The lead animator on my project? You guessed it.

Talon has a complicated relationship with the Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club. He’s the president of their rival club, the Wild Men, but he’s also related to one of their members - who hates him. He could handle that, but he’s also got problems in his own club; someone is leaking information and disrupting their business, but Talon can’t find the mole. So the last thing he needs is even more complication in the form of a beautiful single mother who’s bolder than half the bikers on his squad. But he can't take his eyes - or his hands - off her....

There are a million reasons why I should stay away from Vincent Cesare. This was supposed to be temporary. I was supposed to deal for his illegal card games and get some quick cash. That was it. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. Little by little, I see the monster grinning at me through the cracks in his pretty suit. He won't tell me what he does, and I'm not sure I want to know. The darkness in his eyes terrifies me. He's seduced me into his web of lies with his charm, and now I'm trapped in his life.

Vivian Graham has an acceptance letter into Harvard, a badass tattoo, loyal friends, ties to marijuana, a penchant for Dunkin' Donuts, and her pesky V-card. Everyday she takes the Red Line to her job at The Green Pot in Boston, while her friends enter the coveted, black iron gates to higher learning. The ramifications from a tragic accident have put her life on hold while time marches on for everyone around her.

After an erotic one-week fling with a musician she meets in a bar, Thea Cunning never expects to see Levi Black again. Then Monday morning comes around, and she discovers that her former lover is not only her professor, but he's also one of the top criminal lawyers in the state of Massachusetts.