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There are a few problems with that: Harper Alexander isn't a damsel or distressed. Oh, and I can't forget to mention that she doesn't want to be rescued. Too bad she doesn't have a choice. Right now, I don't give a flying you-know-what that she escaped the city with her brand-new fiancé and plans to marry him next week... I will find her. I may have to throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, but she's coming with me. She has no idea how much danger she's in.

I ran before they could sell my soul to another monster. Barefoot. Bruised. Alone. And straight into the arms of Alexsei Dubinin—a Bratva king. A widower. A single father. The man every sinner in Moscow fears… and every woman would die for. He shelters me. Protects me. Teaches me how to breathe again. But when his son's laughter becomes my salvation, my heart forgets it's not allowed to love. One touch, and I break every rule I've ever known. One night, and my body remembers what freedom feels like. Then comes the truth I can't hide—two lines. One heartbeat. One forbidden miracle.

From the first moment I saw my wife, I vowed to do anything to make her happy. Maybe it’s the rule-abiding teacher in me, but I love my wife, and I take my vows seriously. Lately, though, it feels like something is missing in our marriage. What started as a rut quickly escalates into a night of sexual exploration at Club Pulse. And when a friend of ours needs a place to stay, I can’t say no. Nor can I stop the fantasies in my head, envisioning a life with the three of us together. Will the world embrace our love? Can our families accept our polyamorous relationship?

A woman does her very best to avoid at least one of the following people in her life: an annoying coworker, her brother’s best friend, and her first kiss. Unfortunately, for me, all three happen to be the same person—Brandon Cassidy. I’ve done my best to avoid the man, even if it means working in the ladies’ room whenever he visits the main office. Sadly, my days of hiding are coming to an end because I’ve been assigned to assist Brandon through the end of the year. The holiday season is already hard for me, but this . . . this is just the icing on the fruitcake that is my life.

Whitney thought she was safe from her toxic marriage the day her husband died . . . From the moment I return to my hometown for a fresh start, my plans begin to crumble. The rental house that looked perfect is actually a health hazard. My new job postpones my start date. And a historic blizzard is about to dump three feet of snow across the state, making doing just about anything impossible. When my infant son screams down the motel into the early morning hours and causes the other guests to complain, I'm mortified and ready to brave the impending blizzard to find someplace else.

His eyes stick to me, burning my skin as I twirl across the stage. My legs ache with exhaustion, and my head spins, but his hunger pushes me to excellence. His voice echoes in my mind with each step, reminding me that my best isn't enough anymore. This Christmas, he's the only thing between me and rock bottom.

Ten years ago I left my marriage and the love of my life. On paper my husband checked the boxes. 1. Devastatingly handsome. 2. Wild and carefree. 3. And a skilled lover . . . if you know what I mean. But Corjan Powell was a bad husband. We were too young to be saddled with a lifetime of resentment and regret. After a year of confrontations and no change, I didn't even give him the chance to refuse divorce papers. One disastrous fight too far, I wrote him a note and I left. "But Bree, what happened over those ten years?" you ask. Resentment. And regrets. 

In 1352, Xavier Kovach made a deal with the devil. He sold his soul and the souls of his children for a book of magic secrets and the love of a demon concubine. Now it's 2058, and Tim Kovak has just inherited the book, the magic, and the girl. He's got six weeks to turn himself into a villain or a hero, with no choices left in between. Tim's got to get with the program and start training to be a supervillain or get ready to fight off an army of demons, armed with nothing but his sense of humor... and a fork.

They stole me in the dark. A daughter traded like blood money. My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive...

Emil Dubinin. Bratva assassin. Sin in human form. I stalked him through the shadows. He captured me with a single touch. Bound. Stripped. Broken open. He made me forget every law I'd sworn to uphold. In the jungle, I was his prisoner. In his bed, I became his sin. He whispered lies in Russian. And I begged him for truth between my thighs. When he left me, he took more than my heart—he took my soul. Now I'm carrying his child. A secret that could destroy us both. The FBI wants my blood. The Bratva wants my silence. And when he finds out I kept his baby... the devil I loved will demand his due.

Eight years ago, Ivan Dubinin destroyed me. The Bratva heir who swore he loved me—then vanished. I raised our son in secret. Alone. Hiding. Always looking over my shoulder. Now danger has found us. The Italians want Lev. And my father would rather see us dead than with the Dubinins. The only...

She twirls over a pointe, majestic and irresistible, translating her pain into art. I watch her every day from the shadows, waiting for the time to strike. One move to the next, she's a star, my Marcella. My brother says I'm obsessed. I shouldn't desire her as much as I do. Only he knows the kind of monster I am, but now it's too late for salvation. She's mine.

Tim Kovak was supposed to be a bad guy, the latest in a line of evil wizards bound by a demon contract, supervised by a six-hundred-year-old succubus named Lydia. With a little magic and a lot of luck, Tim broke the contract and set them both free. Now he’s trying to be a superhero, learning the hard way that you can’t save everybody, and some problems are too big to punch. He thought he had managed to flip the script and beat Hell at its own game, but demons are patient, and all debts eventually come due.

The memory of why I jumped out of my ex-fiancé's car in a wedding dress is a bit hazy. Or maybe I was pushed. Disoriented, I stumble through the trees until exhaustion forces me to rest. Time passes in a feverish blur, but eventually, I'm discovered by a friendly dog and her unfriendly owner, Jude Powell. The gorgeous grump isn't too pleased with my disheveled appearance. That doesn't stop him from ripping my ruined dress to create a makeshift sling for my arm and taking me to the emergency room. 

My mom’s last gift came with two surprises: an unexpected inheritance from the father I never knew, and one unforgettable summer in Aspen Lake. Her only request? Complete the bucket list she left for me. Simple enough—until I saw that one item written in bold: HAVE A SUMMER FLING.