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Don’t go in the water. It’s dark. It’s deep. It’s scary as hell. There is no better keeper of secrets than the menacing, murky depths of the ocean. Unfathomable creatures, mysterious disappearances, abandoned ships, deadly pirates. Even experienced seamen are susceptible to the horrors that lay hidden far below the surface. It’s all a game of chance. Be in the wrong place at the wrong time and you’ll become something’s meal. The dark deep is ominous and unforgiving and it has no conscience.

As a prominent divorce attorney and Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor, I’m as sought after in the courtroom as I am in the bedroom. I’ve learned that emotions have no place in either scenario. Not ever. Thus far, my approach to life has served me well. No hassles or strings means no heartache. There’s just one little problem....

Moving from where you are to where you want to be

She's an S-class, "ready to challenge Colbert"-level Lord of the Rings encyclopedia and he's the foremost expert amongst his friends on a galaxy far, far away! But together, they are Lindsay and Scott, the nerdiest of co-hosts setting sail for adventure on the high seas of pop culture in cinema, television and literature through the years! What was the best film from the Golden Age of Disney? How much would you give to punch Dolores Umbridge in the face? Why are there so many sexual innuendos in "Muppet Treasure Island"? Join them as they tackle these and many more questions as they step... ...

While Pete worries about Christmas shopping for the first time since 1972, trouble-making vampire Christopher Greeley rolls back into Hollywood, looking for a taste of the greasy magic power that now courses through Pete’s bloodstream—a power Pete’s not even sure he wants. It might control his hunger for blood, but the side effects may vary, including accidentally summoning ravenous, building-destroying monsters.

I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it. Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me. Is my heart willing to take another chance on that man?

Imagine: a fantasy world, but not one based on medieval/Dark Ages European culture and myth, but rather on the tropes of the spaghetti Western and Chinese Wuxia. Add steampunk elements. Mix well.

It’s not the first time I’ve been called a stalker. I can’t blame Andrew Christiansen for thinking I am, since we keep crossing paths, especially when I pop up in the most unexpected of places - his office. Somehow, we become friends - the teasing, flirting, and kissing kind. But this thing blooming between us threatens to turn this relationship from friends-to-lovers into a full-blown office romance. That’s the least of my worries because one or two little - okay, big - secrets I’ve been keeping may turn him from the one I want into the one I can’t have.

I thought I had my life all worked out. My wedding had been meticulously planned. All I had to do was walk down the aisle and get married to the man I'd been engaged to for over a year. Pretty easy and uncomplicated, right? Unfortunately, all of my well laid plans go up in smoke when my fiancé leaves me at the church alone because he found a woman who was better suited for his snobby world of wealth and privilege. After realizing what kind of man my intended groom really was, it was hard not to be more relieved that I'd dodged a bullet than I was heartbroken.

I never expected the man I saw as nothing but a billionaire player to be the only person who could rescue me from near insanity. One moment, everything was perfect, until it...wasn't. I guess I never realized that brief periods of perfection could instantly be followed by a nine-day, horrific hostage situation that would forever change the woman I'd been before that incident. Oddly, after my release, the only person who knew that I was struggling to get my life back was Jaxton Montgomery, my billionaire boss, and the king of one-nighters. Not exactly the perfect confidante, right?

I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen. Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila? Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples. Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself. I still regret walking away the next day.

The world is in the grasp of the God of Chaos, his only mantra: Do as Thou Wilt. In the slums of Tuilar, Dirge is an apprentice to the Brotherhood of Assassins who worship the god of Death. His only friend Jacob, a jovial young man, feels at home in the world as it is, but Dirge craves structure. When Chaos orchestrates the Cleansing, a mass slaughter of children, people stand up against him. Amid the revolt, the prophet of the forgotten God of Order appears. Drawn to the ways of Order, Dirge finds himself at odds with those who raised him.

Just when I thought I was destined to die in a foreign country after being kidnapped while doing a geological exploration, a mysterious rescuer shows up just in time to save my life. Unfortunately, my liberator also happens to be the co-CEO of Montgomery Mining, my employer, and a billionaire with an attitude. The arrogant billionaire I could handle, but I wasn't quite so sure how to deal with the amazing guy I discovered once I looked past the superficial exterior. The one who stayed by my side as I recovered mentally and physically from the trauma of being a hostage.

Being a vampire in Hollywood should mean livin' it up. Pete killed the bad guy, got the girl, and didn’t even lose his job in the process - but it's never that easy, is it? Trouble soon rolls into town in the shape of Angie's deadbeat dad, on the run from a gang who practice the basest form of the dark arts.

Mobster. Monster...and an empire built on a house of cards. I can handle it, right? They say write what you know, and I’m searching for the story of a lifetime. Oh, I know all about this man's reputation.... It’s time I used it to my advantage. Enter Mr. Dark and Dangerous.... He’s one one hulking, inked-up, muscled wall with arms and legs. A chiseled masterpiece so perfect that I don’t buy it.... Someone this handsome must be hiding something dark and ugly inside.

Viktor Volkov is eager to preserve his family legacy. He’s a misunderstood mob boss who is desperately trying to stop the threat of losing the empire he’s built. He meets a mysterious woman, one he can’t seem to get out of his mind, but when the threat becomes more severe, he finds himself in a compromising position. This mysterious woman has a past that even she isn’t aware of. Viktor is soon going to learn the true meaning of having to make sacrifices for the ones you love.

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The Coronavirus Bible is what happens when a bunch of Christian comedians get together (virtually) during quarantine to raise money to support those in need. This coronavirus comedy bible will not only raise a laugh, but also raise funds to help those in need. And since laughter is also good medicine, you’ll be helping yourself, too. Honest.

I have three goals: graduate from an Ivy League university, get into medical school, and follow in my father's well-established footsteps. Everything was going exactly as planned until the local bad boy was delivered to my doorstep. Literally. From the moment we meet, my old life becomes unrecognizable, but I have no regrets. I'm utterly captivated by him. His smirk. His heart. His sharp wit. He pushes me to live, to be wild, to pursue the dream I've always hidden inside.

I got over Jaymes Grenier no problem. I never think about that little bow at the top of her pink lips, or the way her green eyes admired mine. Nope, I barely recall the way she fit so perfectly in my arms when I held her at night. The sweet way she would whisper she loved me has long faded from memory. These are the lies I regularly tell myself in hopes of believing them one day. Yeah, I was told I'd get over my first love.