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My name is Everly Banks, and I seem to collect problems like most people collect dust bunnies. With an army of enemies at the gate, I must gather one of my own. With the hunters on my side, and maybe even in my bed, I begin to have hope that I will make it through the coming war with my mind and heart intact. Some people seek to use me while others play the long game. But not all of my enemies are what they seem. A betrayal blindsides me and lives hang in the balance as my magics cry out for me to destroy it all.

Shiny Blades. Scorching Fire. Falling Feathers. That's me, Everly Banks, the original supernatural. After being betrayed by The Council and given to a madman, I burned it all to the ground. Now all I want is to stay hidden, protecting those who need it from the shadows. When four hunters show up on my doorstep asking for my help and trying to drag me back into the light, I send them and their secrets packing. Did I mention they work for The Council? I may not have a choice. An army of demons is amassing and innocents are getting caught up in its net. My only friend may be next.

The Ballers took everything away from me last year. Riding the bench wasn't what I'd planned, and I don't want a repeat of that this season. I can't have a repeat of that, not if I want to accomplish all those goals I set for myself when I first came to RHS. There's one problem though. One Baller is determined to keep me on the sidelines. I'm broken because of him. Physically broken. I can't let that stop me though. There's so much riding on this year, and I won't let anything - or anyone - get in my way.

The Ballers may have the upper hand at RHS. I underestimated them, their cruelty, their ability to look the other way when something hits them over the head, but camp is a whole other story. Their asses are mine.

I knew I'd ruffle feathers, but the day I walked into Rockport High, I had no idea the cheap shots that were to follow. You see, the Ballers and I have a history. They play basketball. I play basketball. But they hate that I play basketball as good as them. And the only thing they hate more than that, is me. That's right. I'm a girl, and I. Can. Play. Make no mistake about it. The Ballers can do their worst, but I will earn a spot on the RHS boys' team. This is my last resort to make a name for myself, and I can't let them interfere.

I seduced my brother's best friend to take my innocence and he convinced me to fake marry him! Jake Dunne: Sinfully handsome. Naughty. Funny. Piercing blue eyes. And kisses like nobody's business....Jake Dunne: Also the man who broke my heart, five years ago. My fake husband but my baby's real father!

Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick. An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. My brother's ex best friend, and my new client. Four years ago, he took my innocence and left - without a word. Today, he's the star quarterback who needs an image makeover, And I'm his publicist, who doesn't quite believe him. Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand - making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor. Complications: I'm falling for him all over again.

Amber: How would I describe myself? Single mom. Strong as steel. Stupid - because I listen to my heart and not my head. Logan: This job interview was supposed to get Amber in front of me so I could apologize for hurting her. So I could figure out how to get a second chance to make her mine. I don't care if she's had kids since us - I've always wanted to be a dad. She's my best friend's li'l sis - we'll figure that out. I've got money - but I can't buy her. I was her first - she was mine. I want her to be my last. Wait...is that even possible?

The acknowledged ‘queen of Regency romance’, best-selling author Georgette Heyer, also penned a dozen delightful mystery novels. Included here are dramatisations of four of her finest stories from both genres, full of her characteristic wit, charm and period detail.

My name is Clover Calloway, and I've lived two separate lives. The first, I like to call "my past". My rock-star days of playing in one of the hottest bands on the planet are over. Along with the most volatile, beautiful, tragic love story of all time. Over the past five years, I've settled into my second life. My "normal life". The life where I'm admittedly a little bored, but also safe. My past wasn't boring. But my past broke my heart into a million, unfixable pieces. And the man responsible for the shattering of me? Malachi Porter, lead singer and mastermind of Bright Tragedy.

All I wanted to do was disappear, to get out of a bad situation. I never expected my saving grace to come in the form of three roommates; three male roommates. I found myself inexplicably drawn to Chase...and Patton...and Tyler. It was all just effortless and uncomplicated. The connections formed so quickly that these men made it easy to get back on my feet. Once I realized that I wasn't getting hustled and that these men cared about me in a way I hadn't been before, the connection soon turned into something more.

They say, the universe always conspires to give you what you've always wanted. In my case, it's revenge with Jax Michaels. My brother's best friend, my sworn enemy, and now my new boss. Three years ago, I let him deflower me. A mistake that left me devastated. Scarred. Wounded. Hurt. I've hated him all these years, thinking of ways I can make him pay back for what he did. And fate makes sure our paths cross once again.

Rafe Buchanan - 6'3". Hard muscle. Marine MP. My brother's best friend. And the guy who took my innocence five years ago! Also the guy who gave me the most precious gift ever - my daughter (well, our daughter I should be saying). Did I tell you he kinda left me, asking me to move on? So, that's what I did. I moved on to study further, to raise my child and to work with the Marines. Everything is going great until...Rafe shows up at my clinic. He's seeking a cure for PTSD, and I'm his counselor. It's totally f*ck*d up, right?

Self-obsessed. Arrogant. Jerk. I mean...what sensible man would have nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist in his own office? And what sensible girl can avoid all those naughty thoughts then? He's in his 40s - old enough to be my father. OMG...those green eyes that I want to drown myself into, that smooth voice when he orders me around, and don't even get me started on the muscles...and those hard abs I saw that day in his office...oooh lord! Have mercy! Because I am compelled to...call him daddy! He says, "Age brings in experience," and I am so ready to surrender my V-card.

Things can’t get much worse for Dylan Powell. Enter her little brother Zach with the perfect escape: he and his business partner need her help promoting their new resort. When Dylan arrives at the resort, it’s clear the place needs a lot of help, and it’s equally clear that Zach’s partner and best friend, Mal, isn’t interested in anything Dylan tries to suggest. As the pair butt heads and fix up the resort, they find themselves learning not only to respect each other, but that there are clear sparks flying between them.

Summer McKenzie hates the holidays. Maybe it’s because she’s an atheist who’s never had a reason for the season. Maybe it’s burnout from working at the second-best hotel in Yosemite National Park. Or maybe it’s because nothing has felt truly festive since she lost the love of her life in a climbing accident.

Our mother wants to push our aunt off the tallest turret. Malvolia won't stop trying to seduce Helian. Our father is possessed. The dragons have revolted. Finn, Nikkos, and Blaze are missing. Fae-eating spiders are ravaging the countryside. An army of ghost demons is sailing toward our shores. Zombie giants are attacking our fortifications. A vindictive demon sorceress has the power to erase our memories.

It's been three months since my best friend Edie disappeared. The cops don't care, so if anyone's going to find her, it's me. Until I make the mistake of stopping at a roadside diner in southern Louisiana. Now, a seriously unhinged serial killer has me chained up in his crumbling old house in the middle of nowhere. He says he's not allowed to kill me. So what's he going to do to me instead?

I devoted my entire life to the Church of the Well and its leader. But then death came to our community. And then he came. Ambrose Echeverría. He says he's an itinerant preacher. He lays hands on our congregation and fills them with God's light. He fills me with God's light. And for the first time, I can feel my devotion slipping—even if I can sense the darkness slipping in through the cracks.

Uncover years' worth of lies. Got ya. Get trapped in a small town full of weirdos. Yep. Make a phenomenally stupid decision to sleep with a sexy stranger from the bar. You bet. See him the next morning and fall into his charms. Double yes. But wait for it...GET ENGAGED to the said stranger after knowing him for two weeks? That would be me.