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I don’t do impulsive. Impulsive killed the love of my life. Stole my one shot at happiness. So when I heard about a K&R firm in Seattle lookin' for new recruits, I took a chance. They say they’re a family, but I’m still an outsider. Maybe that’s by choice. This orderly, controlled life ain’t the one I wanted, but I’m making the best of it. Until I meet a man who sets me on fire. We burn hot, but he’s got secrets. Then again, so do I. I’m starting to think nothing can douse these flames. Except a killer hell-bent on revenge.

I see everything. I feel everything. I watch people fall in love. I watch them burn with hate, anger, rage, and I see the cycle repeat over and over again. I take it on every night I work at Timber, aka Anubis’s bar in downtown Seattle, and then I help the rest of the immortals keep the very intense balance between Heaven and Earth. I see everyone's future but mine, and when I try to look, all I see is darkness, despair, need…

There’s nothing like a spring day in Boston to make your heart sing. I’m out with my girls, having drinks in a bar, enjoying the bright pulse of our beautiful city, when I see Caleb. The second my eyes meet his, I know this is the moment when everything will change. All I have to do is choose him.

I'm Alice, and for years, I've had dreams about talking to the Devil. They're not nightmares. In fact, they're far from it. Our conversations are innocent, but certainly not normal. Though, if I'm honest, I'm not even sure what about my life is . . . I always thought that someday my namesake would prove true, and I'd get a fairy tale of my own. After all, I live in a world where magic exists, so why not hope? However, instead of a rabbit, what came to whisk me away was a vicious beast with green eyes. And instead of taking me to Wonderland, it dragged me kicking and screaming to Hell.

Ex-SEAL Asher Gideon's work at Cerberus Tactical with his K9 partner, Hoover, keeps him busy and content. He didn't even know his life was missing anything until he saw her again. Now, he has to fight to get through the mission without losing focus and ruining everything . . . or getting them both killed. CIA officer McKayla Pickard never thought she'd see Asher again. At one time, she'd been sure he was the love of her life. But with a dangerous mission ahead, she'll have to decide if a second chance at happily ever after is worth the potential devastating—and deadly—fallout.

I should not still be hung up on my high school girlfriend. I’m a billionaire, with a penthouse in New York City, a private plane, and was recently crowned one of Manhattan’s most eligible bachelors. She’s engaged to my rival. A real prick of a guy whose family is about as famous as mine. So, pictures of the happy couple are plastered everywhere, and it’s driving me insane.

Hawkeye Commander Garrett Young has an impossible assignment: protect heiress Charlotte Connelly—without letting the stunning beauty know he's her bodyguard. Since she's stubbornly refused protection, he can't reveal why he's romancing her on her secluded ranch hideaway. After her fiance's crushing betrayal on the eve of their wedding, Charlotte is determined not to trust a man again. She's definitely not interested in another relationship. But when she meets devastatingly handsome Garrett, his mysterious, powerfully alpha ways melt her resolve.

Londyn McCormack didn’t have a typical childhood. She ran away at sixteen and spent her youth searching for a place to call home. She’s built a good life for herself through hard work and a little luck, but after a devastating divorce, she’s running away again. Her life collides with Brooks Cohen, a small-town mechanic who gives her a reason to stop driving on that runaway road.

My mate rejected me, leaving me broken. I refuse to let that happen again—even if Steele is the one for me. I hold the power of flame and future in my hands, but I know the world is watching. Waiting for us to fall.

Zayne Copeland’s been getting in trouble for as long as he can remember. But if trouble goes by the name Ethan Holt, he’s quite okay with that. Why wouldn’t he be, when Ethan has been the one to show him what love is? From boys to men. From school to the office. He and Ethan have always been inseparable. They’re possessive of one another, protective to a fault. They had to be to survive. But as they fall deeper for Chloé, the woman they’ve claimed as their own, they realize they have to open up their lives in order to hang on to her.

Desire. Dominance. Sex. Ethan Holt is in the business of all three. He believes that any fantasy can be created and that any kink should be explored. Why wouldn’t he, when he has several of his own? Control. Ethan has to have it. In his job at The Office. In his relationship with Zayne. He's very particular on who he lets in his world, and even more so on who he lets in his bed. After all, he’s not the only one who sleeps in it.

Ah, Christmas. The most magical time of the year. The snow is falling, cider is flowing, and couples are kissing under the mistletoe. Too bad all that makes me want to gag. It isn't that I'm a hater, it's just that I have a job to do, and this particular holiday is getting in the way of that. And I know what you'll say, that Micah Noble's Christmas Tree Farm is a beloved tradition for many of the families, but you have to see the bigger picture here: a luxury resort where overworked Manhattanites can escape to, a serene place of spas and shopping and watching sexy lumberjacks chopping wood.

Heath "Ares" Sterling thought he'd never see Hailey again. But now that fate—and Iniquus Logistics—has brought them together again, he'll do whatever it takes to earn a second chance with the one who got away. If only they were meeting under less deadly circumstances . . . Hailey Stapleton hates the idea of being a damsel in distress. But when her latest humanitarian efforts land her in a warzone, she needs help fast. It shouldn't surprise her that Ares races to her rescue—or that she's as attracted to him as ever. Too bad their timing couldn't be worse.

We found love in high school. He a football star, me a cheerleader. It began as a wholesome, all-American happily ever after story. Not how it ended. I wanted a career fighting crime, he was determined to join an outlaw biker gang. We had no future, so I let him go. Now, almost twenty years later, I'm back in my hometown, helping my mom close down her business. I thought enough time had passed to see him again, catch up, talk about old times. I was wrong. The love we shared still burns. But the obstacles are still unsurmountable too.

As said by Drake Princeton, "I loved you yesterday. I'll love you today, and I'll love you tomorrow, princess".

My name is Thalia Clairmont and I am heir to the throne of Vyronas. A title that was unknown to me after the love of my life, Bastien Dunne, had me stripped of my memories and sent me through the veil into another dimension. He maintains it was for my protection after my parents were killed and our kingdom was overthrown, but I see it as a betrayal. Overwhelmed by my feelings of both love and anger for Bastien, I quickly understand that things aren't what they once were.

This forbidden love triangle is best enjoyed when going in with an open mind.

You know that awkward moment when your agent tells you to fake date your best friend’s sister so you can get the endorsement deal of your dreams? No? Call me crazy for considering it, but why not? Daisy’s my friend, after all, and I’ve gotten quite close to her and her two awesome boys over the last few years since her douche-nozzle husband divorced her. She loves it when I flirt with her, so we could carry it off, couldn’t we?

As one of the 12 Guardians, Urian has spent the last several centuries in a constant battle to keep the inhabitants of Earth’s realms under control. Humanity has to evolve, hell beasts need to die, and Immortals need mates. But lately, Uri's mind is overrun with thoughts of the sexy demi-goddess he’s forbidden contact with.

The world thinks I only write songs about my ex-boyfriends. They study each lyric to point a finger at which man broke my heart—even if I’ve never met him. Only the man I refuse to write about is the one who is so tangled in my mind that I know I can never be with him.