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Gwen has always denied her attraction to Anders. Even after her marriage ends, getting involved with Anders is unthinkable. It's not only that he's a hot alien prince. He's her co-pilot and best friend. She can't risk losing him.

A billionaire made an app that matches people with their soulmates. Too bad it paired his childhood sweetheart with his worst enemy.

Now, for the first time ever, the complete Season I of the brand new steamy noir series, The Handyman, is collected into a single boxed set which includes Episode I: Lust & Letters, Episode II: Naked Heat, and the twist-filled climactic final episode, Savage Sins. The Handyman is a daring, sexy, thrilling noir series and is a must-binge for all fans of E. L. James, Clara Kendrick, Alexa Riley, J. L. Drake, and more.

Mac is a lot of things - smart, sexy, and she can curse like a sailor. But behind her megawatt smile and perfectly pink lips are scars that no one sees. She has all but sworn away from men when an inked-up mystery man walks into her dad's auto shop, jaw clenched and glaring at her. Mac's confidence and cocky comebacks begin to fall short, and it's not long before buried pain and unwanted memories resurface.

Dragon shifter prince Kyran and his people are gravely in need of mates. Their planet’s female shifters are dying out, so they look to Earth for new women — but claiming one will be harder than he anticipated.

Layla moved to Baltimore in search of a fresh start. After too many years in a lackluster relationship, she’s ready to embrace her wild side. Casual is her new middle name and the last thing she wants or needs is a serious relationship. Finn and his best friend, Miguel are ALL IN on showing Layla a good time. After all, neither one of them is looking for love either. Or so they think.

Babysitting a handsome, arrogant neurosurgeon isn't how I imagined my first day at Miami-Dade General Hospital. After the tragic loss of my husband, I've focused on starting my dream career. Dr. Jason Northup isn't going to mess up my plans, even if he makes my lady parts stand up and say hello. He checks every box on my cliché list. However, my heart—and other parts—don't seem to care about clichés...

I'm called many things: owner of the MLB's Charleston Hurricanes, perpetual bachelor, and the biggest asshole this side of home plate. I've never had a problem with that. Until now. My infamous temper has landed me in serious trouble. The answer to my salvation is a life coach. I have to complete three months of anger management sessions or I can kiss my ownership status goodbye.

If the team owner wants my PR skills to polish Logan King's grouchy attitude, then that's what I'll do. He'll take the team to the playoffs, and I'll make him shine for the cameras. His famous frown doesn't deter me. His incredible body can't tempt me. Getting a promotion is all I care about when my parents' debt hangs over my head and my childhood home is in the balance.

What's the best way to get over your ex? By drunk sexting his dad...and getting under him. In my defense, I thought I was texting my friend. If I knew my ex's dad was on the other side, reading every single word, I would've never sent those dirty texts. But I did. And now Elio wants more.

Five years ago, I ran from the devil who got me pregnant. I have a son now. A boy I'd do anything to protect. But I left behind the sister I loved more than life itself. So when Ilarion Zakharov finds me again, I have an impossible choice to make: Do I go back with him to the world I left behind? Or do I leave my sister to drown in the mess I caused? Ilarion doesn't make choosing easy.

Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

It was a perfect plan. Grab my feckless brother from outside the pub, take him to our family cabin, and force him to sort his life out. Except, when I open the back of my little car, it's not my brother there, but the tall, dark, tattooed, Irish mafia boss he works for. And the kingpin is furious. Oops. Within seconds, he's turned the tables on me, and I'm his captive. Sorry won’t cut it. He wants compensation. And the only thing I have to offer him is myself. I might have kidnapped him, but the mafia boss isn’t going to let me go.

Three things you should not do when you're a rookie, and the only female on the SDPD SWAT Team . . . 1) Take your hazing personally, 2) Let them see you sweat, and 3) Fall for your captain. Especially when your captain is the biggest playboy on the entire police force. I've managed to follow rules one and two with no problem . . . but the third one I’m having a little more trouble with. All I can think about is how I'd like to give him my V-card, giftwrapped with a big red bow on it which is such a bad idea because out of Rules One, Two, and Three.

What do you do when the huge stone gargoyle you just happen to touch comes to life and declares he’s your protector? Well if you’re me, you try (unsuccessfully) to send him away. But Kael doesn’t want to leave my side. He says he has to keep me safe from the danger coming after me and I can’t exactly deny it. I have an abusive ex who’s determined to get back together—whether I want to or not.

Peter has made a terrible mistake. Set up to take a fall for a crime he didn't commit, Peter is facing ten years behind bars at Lockland Omega Penitentiary. Unable to handle the intense heat-blockers they use to keep the prison free from heat, he decides to sign up for the delinquent omega matching program. An alpha has to be better than prison… right? Peter commits to the program, signing away his rights and his future, agreeing to be claimed and owned by whichever alpha the program matches him to.

I've been friends with Artemis since high school, when we bonded over crushing on the same guy. Six years later, we’re roommates in our shiny new post–college lives—she's training for the Olympics while I start my pro football career. We’ve both recently had bad break–ups and she says if she’s going to get back out there, she needs dating lessons. Naturally, she asks me—her completely platonic roommate—to teach her. We practice eye contact. Hand holding. Cuddling during movies. Because that's what best friends do, right? Practice intimacy? For science?

Nothing brightens up a Monday like finding out you're the spawn of Satan. The big bad is dead and now Satan's spawn must fight for the Morningstar throne. I'm tossed into the ring, whether I want to be there or not. I'm mostly human, a hunter by trade, and totally outmatched by my half siblings. The chance I'll survive these tests and claim the throne is slim. Then someone starts assassinating my siblings. It's only a matter of time until I'm next.

Our resilient hero, Forest, will endure. His life isn't easy, and his survival will be equally challenging, but he is a survivor, and we wouldn't have it any other way, would we? Fasten your seatbelts as we set course for THE DARK OF YOU, the intense narrative of Paul's unique story. This intriguing man isn't just Forest's enigmatic partner, he's the force holding Forest’s darkness at bay, masterfully balancing the war of light and darkness within the man we’ve come to love.

I’ve been to Hell and back, and back again. It's a never-ending cycle for me. Every time I think the worst is over, I get knocked right back down again. I grew up on the streets. I've been traded in and out of men's beds. I thought that was my lowest moment, but I was wrong. I was taken from one hell and sold into another. I'm calloused, hardened, and hopeless. But when Griff swoops in, more than once, to protect me, save me, and rescue me, one thing is certain: he’ll never stop saving me. He’s my Guardian angel, one I can't live without.