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Who ever heard of a fairy princess with no magic? Well, that happens to be my fate. I am Alira Shiningstar of the Royal house of the Seelie Court. I am descended from a long line of powerful Fae, and yet I have no power of my own. I might be forgiven for having no magic, but I have no beauty, either. I am curvy where I should be thin and my hair is dark instead of blonde. I do not look like the other Fae maidens…so why is it that Liath Blackthorn, the Prince of our sworn enemy, the Unseelie Court, wishes to marry me?

Opal is trying her best in the Midwest after the sudden death of her parents. Everything comes to a crashing halt as she's abducted by aliens and forced to work as a human dancer for extraterrestrial enjoyment. A chance encounter with an alien prince while stuck in a traffic jam might just change the trajectory of Opal's new life in space.

The first night the dark and dangerous Roman Masterson laid eyes on Elizabeth, the earth shifted beneath him, changing the trajectory of his life forever. The only thing that existed for him from that moment on was her, but nobody said a happily-ever-after was going to be easy, especially when one gunshot could change everything.

When Dad died, he made me the leader of the Italian Mafia. That position was unheard of for a woman—until me. Ryder, Dex, Gage, and Holden are my team, my closest friends. Then Leo waltzes into my life, turning it upside down, along with everyone in it. One lie. One secret. That's all it took to bring it all burning down around me. Jealousy and hidden desires from the four guys I thought only saw me as their friend and boss stoke the flames even higher.

Thanks to a curse he can't remember getting, Hermes's memories are locked away so tight that even the god of thieves has no way of picking the locks. After twenty years of being held prisoner, he's not even sure he wants them back. Selene has worked off her shitty ex-boyfriend's debt to Hades, but the Lord of Styx can't be denied when he wants something. He needs Hermes back and the information he has on Pithos to take them down forever, and he wants Selene to help him get it.

I've lived most of my life as a recluse because leaving my house means being bombarded with visions of the possible futures that exist with every step I take. If that person crosses the road here, they live, but if they go to the traffic lights at the corner, they'll get hit by someone running the red.

The reality of being a mob boss' daughter is anything but glamorous, despite what one might think. In the absence of true freedom, my only companion was my loyal dog, Bruno. When he passed, I felt like my life had hit rock bottom. But when aliens abducted me from my pity party in a local wine bar, I realized how wrong I was. As if things couldn't get any worse, I woke up in an alien duke's closet, forced to rely on a giant alien pleasure toy as my only means of defense. All I know is that the gaudy duke can't stand me . . . and the feeling is mutual.

I spent one amazing night with the twins, Alexey and Dmitri Orlov, heirs to the Russian Mafia throne. We made a deal. One night with no strings attached. Now, they're convinced I'm theirs.

After five thousand years living as a jackal, Anubis has managed to get back into his god form. He needs to find the stolen piece of his soul and go back to the Duat where he belongs, but trying to navigate the new world he's woken up in is more complicated than it seems. He's going to need someone who knows how to dig for lost pieces of the past, and his new aunties concoct the perfect cover to help him.

It's 2016, and Sloane Hart's senior year of college is bound to be the best one yet. Her nights consist of drinking cheap vodka and singing along to The Chainsmokers with her friends, and her days are spent writing as she prepares for the post-grad life in New York City she's always dreamed of. The last thing she needs is for a guy to get in the way of her goals. With graduation so close, she just needs to focus on landing a job and enjoying this last year with her best friends all under one roof.

I had one job in Silver Spoon Falls: make the hockey team, the Falcons, look good. My plan went off the rails when fists started flying at a local bar, and a Barney Fife lookalike took me to jail. Now, I'm stuck in my hotel room while my curvy lawyer tries to fix the problem. Except I need her to fix the other problem she created . . . the one that keeps popping up whenever she's around. She doesn't know it yet, but my job just changed. Now, my only goal is to win her heart.

Being hopelessly in love with tatted, sexy, bad boy, Roman Masterson can be exactly what one would imagine. Intense. Passionate. Consuming. Dangerous. After fighting so hard to be together, there still continues to be forces working against them. Yet the most difficult obstacles seem to be the ones that come from within.

When Virgo saves me with a crazy offer of marriage, I accept because I don't have a hope in hell of clearing my name. I've been calling myself Alice because it feels like I've been crawling down an endless rabbit hole. Now he's taking me to Wonderland. The place that holds answers I might not want to find and dark secrets someone wants to keep buried. As my memories start pouring back, I remember the danger that sent me running.

When Thoth finds Kema instead of the dangerous sorcerer he was expecting, he makes her a deal . . . she has to help him capture all the creatures she's set loose in Alexandria. If she refuses, there's a spot in the Duat that Thoth has already picked out for a thief like her. Kema has a way of wriggling under Thoth's defenses and sparks a fire inside of him. She is dangerous, infuriating, utterly irresistible . . . and he can't get enough of her.

It's a gorgeously sunny day, and you are feeling yourself, so you put on your best bikini and head to the park to get some Vitamin D. As you relax in your private secluded spot, an attractive couple lay down their picnic blanket next to you and start undressing each other. As the temperature starts to rise, they catch your eye and invite you and your cherry bikini to join them.

You're heading to the gym to meet your personal trainer; you're a reluctant exerciser but she's got you coming back every week. As the intensity rises, and the session gets sweatier, you find yourselves in extremely close proximity during the final stretches. She's worked you so hard, you'll need to take a shower to cool down.

Deep in the Italian countryside, your boyfriend's best friend (and his pert butt) keeps catching your eye as you lie tantalisingly close together by the pool. As the sun sets, and surrounded by twinkling candlelight, the best friend places his hand on your thigh under the dinner table. What is happening? And why do you want to find out?

A mass of sweaty bodies jump around you as your favourite rock star moves hypnotically around the stage. He catches your eye, and although the entire stadium is singing the words in unison, you know he is singing them directly to you. Later, you feel a tap on your shoulder from security: he wants you to come backstage.

I hide behind humor . . . Because that's what you do to deflect the traumas of your past—to make people believe you're something you're not. Completely fine. When in fact, you're broken—a shell of the man you want to be. Despite my past, I made something of myself. As the COO of my best friend's company, I aim to be the best at everything—business, life, in the bedroom. I earned myself an ego in all areas. Then she walked in. Paisley Drake—the temptation I can't resist. Spirited. Artistic. Seductive. I have to have a taste. But there's just one problem—one night with her would never be enough.

Leaving the UK to start over in New York City seemed like a great idea in theory. But raising a child by myself has not exactly been a walk in the park, and this move has proven to be a challenge like no other. The last thing I need is this infatuation that I can't seem to get over. Abigail Lyons is nineteen years younger than me, way too pretty for her own good, and has made it clear in no uncertain terms that she hates my guts.