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Keeping up a perfect good-girl image is hard for Allie Hall, especially when her stepbrother is the notorious Jace Harbor. With her head always buried in her books and the haunting memories of her father’s death, she wants nothing more than to end senior year on a high note, so she can get out of her shitty town. Jace Harbor can’t wait for graduation. He’s tired of the liars, cheaters, and football groupies at Redwood Academy. When his father forces him to spend a week alone with Allie, he remembers that part of Redwood that isn’t all that bad.

When Tobias and Kira raise the alarm from the next farm over, they're dismissed as two meddling kids with two overactive imaginations. But as the Halloween festival draws near and tourists flock to their usually sleepy town of Hallow Creek, those two meddling kids' one crazy idea might be the only thing that can stop disaster in its tracks. No tricks. No treats. Just a pumpkin splice shockoccino with a dash of danger and a sprinkle of terror.

All throughout Moonshine Mall, shelves are empty of the year's most sought-after toy — the Sheepy McFinnigan action figure. Santa's elves are run off their feet trying to meet demand. Jolly old Saint Nick himself is even busier...so busy that a Robot Santa has to stand in at Moonshine Mall's famous grotto. Even worse, the mall's new manager, Nancy Collins, is sucking the fun out of everything. Robot Santa is the only thing keeping the kids smiling amid the Sheepy McFinnigan stock shortage, but Nancy has her own selfish reason for putting him in place.

The hero will sacrifice her. The villain will claim her. When Barbara "Barbi" Bancroft receives an unreleased manuscript from the series she's obsessed with, she thinks it's a dream come true. Until the story pulls her inside. Now trapped in the brutal, magical realm of Akkaya, Barbi is certain of one thing: she knows how this story ends.

I’m a prosecutor, not a killer—or at least, I didn’t use to be. Now I’m armed with a pink killing kit, a growing body count, and two crushes I can’t choose between. The worst part? I’m falling for both of them. Turns out, justice isn’t just blind—it’s a whole lot messier than I ever imagined.

The world runs on lies. Ashton Frey just remembers too many of them. When a man dead for three years turns up freshly murdered again, he should have walked away. Instead, Ashton, burned out, paranoid, and allergic to good decisions, takes the case anyway. Now he’s falling headfirst into a conspiracy of digital ghosts, a cold war no one will admit to starting, and corporate gods auctioning off the last scraps of human dignity by the byte. Plus shipping. To survive it, he’ll need help from mercenaries, con artists, and at least two AIs several errors past sanity.

Rhys As the Vice President of Hell’s Heathens Motorcycle Club, I don’t just break the rules, I rewrite them. I’m sworn by loyalty and love and live up to my road name, willing to do whatever it takes to protect my family, my club, and our territory. But all I really want is someone to see the real me. When Bristol stumbles into my life, I know she’s the one. My queen. Our connection is transcendent, life-changing. She may be engaged to another man, but her future was always meant to include me.

My affinity is unlike anyone else's. It acts on impulse and intuition, not my command. After the death of our parents, my older brother and I created a simple life for ourselves, running our small café. But when an unnatural storm threatens our livelihood, my affinity does what it always...

Nothing. Useless. Tamed. That’s what the voices in my head have told me every day since my family became complete. I should be happy. But my demons are louder than ever, the fight to stay in control is one I can’t bear any more. Then an unsuspected visitor turns up and brings a whole load of chaos with them. I have to be the thing everyone is terrified of The Enforcer. I never thought I would have what my brother has, and I was ok with that until her. She came into our lives like a tsunami of havoc and I was drawn to her in a way I can’t explain.

For the past year and a half, Willem has been an outcast in his hometown. Everyone believes he’s a killer. On top of the murder accusations, his “biofuel/fertilizer” business is failing. He’s well over knee-deep in inventory with no chance of a sale in sight. When Murven, his out-of-work best buddy, volunteers to help him with his daily collection, they discover Willem is stockpiling more than he bargained for as an "entre-manure."

Ten rough, tough, protective alphas. Ten sweet, sassy, curvy women. Ten over the top, ultra steamy, happily ever afters. How could you go wrong? These older men beg for danger, live on the edge, and would do anything for the woman they adore. Don't miss these ten fan favorites all in one place: Marrying the Mountain Man; Jack- Wildwood County; Midnight Oil; Falcon- Rebel Lake; Freedom in the Forbidden; Taming the Girl Dad; Jacob- Wildwood County; Hands on Education; Salty Boy (OW/YM); Henry- Alaskan Mountain Men.

Hispanics have moved materially to the political right in recent years—but why? What explains this marked and sustained shift? Bad Hombres details the radicalism of the modern Democratic Party, which has turned so many outcasts into political orphans. Steve Cortes provides evidence of the massive benefits of this Hispanic surge to the right.

If you love a man that's rough around the edges, but protects his woman at all cost, you'll love The Ultimate Protector Pack. These men spit in the face of danger, care for secret babies while throwing axes, and love their women like no-one else can.

Mafia/cartel, arranged marriage, forbidden, possessive hero, sheltered heroine, he falls first, dangerous romance. Reinaldo Rodríguez. Emiliano Ruiz. Both are dangerous, deadly, and powerful. Both are second-generation soldiers proving themselves in the Rodríguez cartel. Both want me. Of course, I wasn’t told until it was too late. That’s the way things work in the famiglia. My fate is up to Dario Luciano, my guardian. He doesn’t care about the way the men make me feel.

Boundless Skies explores classic sci-fi themes through a contemporary lens. Continuing the legacy of decades gone by, these fast-paced standalone stories offer wondrous settings, philosophical sci-fi questions, and twists that pack a punch.

Between studying for exams, obeying strict curfews, and dealing with overprotective parents who expect me to reign at the top of Redwood Academy’s senior class, I just want to have some fun. But getting messed up with the Poison boys isn’t what I expect to happen when I log in to an online chat room.

They came up on us like a gravy crap. We was just down by the creek dranking and shooting when them ugly suckers flanked us. My name is Lick. They call me Lick cause when I was a baby I used to lick everything. This is the story of me and my buddy Fanger. We call him Fanger cause when he was a kid he broke his panky fanger on his right hand and his mom and deddy didn't git it fixed right. Now it sticks out all the time like a fancy yankee or English man dranking tea. Anyway, this is the story of our first encounter and how we ended up on the run. Just like everybody else.

Me, Fanger and Jack had a lot of learning to do. And like always, them alien critters kept us on our toes. But we were always ready for a fight.

Me, Fanger and Jack learned during our interrogation and torture session them alien critters were full of surprises. We decided it was time for us to start playing offense. We drank a ton of moonshine and devised us a strategy to attack them alien critters.

Me and Fanger been holed up out in the country recovering from the fight. We could handle pretty much all them critters except for them Maybelle Turner werewolves. Fanger got drunk one night and his strategic mind kicked in to action. He came up with a four-step plan for figuring out these alien critters. Phase one was to requisition some silver to make some bullets. Phase two was surveillance and recon. Phase three was stockpile more of that black ooze to keep ourselves invisible.