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A single glance. A fleeting moment. A solitary touch could make everything worth it. This was my breaking point. This was where I lost myself completely. I did the only thing that made sense. The only thing I had left to give. I begged her.... To take me with her.

One minute Lily is trying, and failing, to run her grandmother’s farm - her last remaining connection to her family. The next, she wakes to find herself in a cold, sterile cage surrounded by monsters, with no memory of how she got there. Accidentally abducted by alien poachers, unsure if she will live or die, she is dreading the worst. What she doesn’t expect is for her captors to dump her on an alien planet to fend for herself. Frrar, Tor, and Arruk have been searching endlessly for a mate to belong to, someone to finally accept them, but they are losing hope.

I love my life. As owner and chef at one of the hottest restaurants, I know how to keep things sizzling in and out of the kitchen. What more could I ask for? But I’ll tell you what I didn’t ask for...a klutzy, curly-haired woman slamming into me with a unicorn cake. Yes, you read that right - a damn cake decorated to look like the mythical creature bathed in every color of the rainbow. What could be worse, right? I’ll tell you. My brother hired her to be my pastry chef. You’d think that would be my biggest problem, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.

In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge. Nothing else mattered, not even my own life, until her: Skyler Bell. It all started the first time I heard that voice, giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once - consuming, maddening, forever, mine. Except I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared, lies that needed to be confessed, truths that needed to be told, demons that needed to be buried. Once I realized that the depth, the longing, and the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored my own, it was too late.

Brooks was her dream. Her very wet dream, but one blissful night at her best friend's wedding turned that into a reality. Unwilling to chance heartbreak, she pushes away the longing in her heart and rushes back to her old life. That is, until a frantic phone call has her racing to his side, questioning all of her old thoughts.

Cole had to flee to Faerie. His best friend Flynn—my bully and tormentor—holds all the answers. My family secrets are like a noose, slowly tightening around my neck.

I'm a 22-year-old virgin. Tonight, that changes. I thought my first time had to be magical. The perfect date. The perfect place. The perfect guy. I thought I wanted to be in love. But now, I'm desperate. I'll take any guy as long as he's decent looking and treats me well, at least for the night. Turns out Mr. Perfect isn't so hard to find. He's hot, dreamy, and filthy rich. And he wants me.

Raising twins by myself wasn’t the life I pictured, but the three of us have done pretty well together. They’re in their senior year of high school now, and I’m thinking maybe I can finally get back into the dating pool. Given that my late-husband was my high school sweetheart—my one and only—and it’s been more than twenty years, I have no idea where to start. Do I swipe right, speed date, or maybe just stand on a corner and shout forty and single, please date me?

Once upon a time...there was a little girl who believed in fairy tales and happily ever afters. Hoping. Praying. Waiting...for her prince to come. Together they’d conquer the world. Slaying dragons, demons, and villains. Until her Prince Charming let his demons prevail. She cried and begged and prayed. She hated him. She loved him. She couldn’t save him. “I’m sorry.” “I love you.” Those were five words she despised more than anything. Her fairy tale had become her worst nightmare. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She didn’t know love could turn into hate.

Once upon a time...there was a girl with long, golden hair who had the truest, bluest eyes that turned white when she cried. She lived in a kingdom far, far away in a tower made of stone, but her mind was made of glass that she kept sharp as knives. Where her memories hid behind her darkest doubts. Her deepest thoughts. Her diary became the only thing she could rely on. No one saw through her looking glass. No one cared. No one tried. Until the villain presented himself as the hero in her life. He took and took and took some more.

I’ve been stalked by a guy for months who doesn’t under the words: Not Interested. But once he escalates his threat by putting my coworker in the hospital, I go on the offensive to give the creep a taste of his own medicine. As a self-proclaimed control freak, I refuse to wait for him to come after me. When I sabotage his wooded torture shack, I accidentally blow up the house and the three-month long investigation belonging to the team that’s been watching him.

I’m the good twin, the quiet one, the one who hides in the shadows. I never draw attention to myself, never cause my family concern, and most people forget I exist. My sister is my polar opposite in every way. Loud and in the spotlight, she likes to let people believe she’s the bad twin, but I know better. So when I’m mistaken for her, kidnapped and thrust into the spotlight, my three gorgeous rescuers, now bodyguards, are my only protection from the attention I’ve avoided my entire life—and suddenly, I want to be the bad twin.

When I spot Serena Lambert in danger, I don’t think twice—I jump in to help. It’s only after that I realize what I’ve done: I’ve played the knight in shining armor for the woman who probably hates my guts more than anyone else on the planet. Serena, the Blizzard’s PR director and the bane of my existence, looks just as shocked as I feel. Guess she thought she was finally rid of me. But bad pennies? We always turn up.

This Bratty Queen needs to be tamed... I’m the bad twin, the loud one, the one dancing on the tables while my critics condemn me. My family rarely knows where I am, much less what kind of trouble I’m starting, which has left me a lonely shell that I fill with my antics. My sister is my polar opposite in every way. Quiet and in the shadows—she has everyone convinced she’s the good twin, but I know better.

She wants her three gorgeous bosses in the dirtiest way. She’s forbidden to them, not only because she’s their employee, but because she’s too pure to be sullied by their darkest desires. Can one anonymous night sate their needs and fulfill her fantasies? My bosses are hot, smart, and totally unattainable. But when I glimpse them at The Access Club—New York’s hottest underground sex club—and hear a rumor they share their women, I come up with a plan to live out my fantasy, at least for one night.

Maxwell "Maxie" Oliver wasn’t looking for trouble. She would have rather remained oblivious. Now that she has information she doesn’t want, a missing coworker, and a scandal on the horizon, Maxie doesn’t think she can remain quiet. But being a whistleblower comes at a high price, and Maxie isn’t willing to risk her life.

Lost in a realm full of monsters, I have only myself to blame. Allie and I are finally free to share our secrets and compare notes, but we're running out of time. Between pirates, demons, and hollows, how are we supposed to get back home? Dark Falls has fallen, and my unplanned trip to the Underworld will cost me more than I could ever have imagined.

Having lost her best friend, Courtney Davies lives every day like it’s her last, because if life has taught her anything, it’s that some are cut far too short without warning. So when sexy former soldier Jason moves to Cradle Mountain, she shouldn't hesitate to express her immediate interest. Problem is, anytime she gets near the man, she inexplicably freezes, losing every coherent thought in her head.

Martina De Rossi is off-limits, and not just because her brother is about to become the Don. When I agree to protect her while he’s out waging a brutal war, it isn’t only out of loyalty. It’s because Martina is the perfect pawn in my game of revenge.

Their authoritative presence is felt before anything else. My heart skips a beat and my blood runs cold. They’re here. The voluminous cloaks cover their bodies entirely, and their faces are mostly concealed by their hoods. Standing with their broad shoulders squared and hands tucked behind their backs, they emanate sheer masculinity and dominance.