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I've always done what was expected of me. Layla Birch, the good girl. Forced to grow up too fast. To take care of everything myself. I had a plan. Only, I didn't count on him. Colton Wilder, the cowboy nearly twice my age. He's my dream man. One who takes care of me, gives me a job, and makes my pulse thud harder every time he comes near. My ex-boyfriend's father. The nights are long and cold on top of this mountain. As the snow grows thicker and the tension builds between us, we're both inching closer to a line we shouldn't cross.

In this steamy, age-gap, forbidden-love cowboy romance for fans of Lyla Sage, Bailey Hannah, and Elsie Silver, a free spirit finds herself working for a former pro bull rider...who has secrets behind those ocean-deep eyes.

Foxglove Noire thought she had left Noire House and the nefarious underworld of the Anguis behind for good. But no matter how far she ran, she was never going to be safe from the forested mansion of her childhood—a truth she is confronted with when she is drugged, abducted, and dragged back to Port Macabre, a hostage to three brutes as beautiful as they are cruel.

My plan was to visit my boyfriend back home in Crimson Ridge for the holidays. Except, my surprise trip, after shutting up my florist shop for the festive season, only ended up revealing the worst kind of betrayal. Now, I'm hiding from the guy I just caught cheating on me, while stranded with a flat tire and a snowstorm approaching. All it took was a slip of my thumb, a press of the wrong contact name in my phone. Instead of dialing my best friend for help, I accidentally called my life-long cowboy crush. My best friend's father.

NHL’s golden boy, Bishop Maverick, knows all too well about wanting something you can’t have. It seems his entire life, everything he’s really wanted was out of reach. So what does a man do when he has so little? He pours everything into the only thing that he has left: Hockey. This sport has brought him a family, hope and something to work for. What he didn’t ever expect: A forbidden obsession with a green-eyed, wild child with a soul that matches his own.

LaRynn Lavigne and Deacon Leeds had one short and contentious summer fling when they were teens—certainly nothing to build a foundation on. But a decade later, when their grandmothers have left them with shared ownership of their dilapidated Santa Cruz building, they're thrust back together and have to figure out how to brace up the pieces. LaRynn has the money, but in order to access her trust, she has to be married. Deacon has the construction expertise, but lacks the funds. A deal is struck: Marry for however long it takes to fix up the property, collect a profit, and cut ties.

My name is Rachel Price, and two months ago, I walked away from the perfect man. Sweet and funny, and so hot it should be illegal—we shared one magical night. No names. No strings. I never thought I'd see him again. I was wrong. It turns out Mr. Perfect is the playboy grinder for the Jacksonville Rays, the NHL's hottest new hockey team . . . and I'm his new physical therapist. Oh, and the jerk doesn't even recognize me!

No one is safe on the yellow brick road. This program features multicast narration. Dorothy Gale doesn’t know where she came from. She has only the vaguest memory of her life before landing in the dull, gray world of the vast Kansas prairie. Then a cyclone rips through the night and carries...

My bestie was off-limits until he kissed me and changed everything … Harrison Valentine is my best friend and the king of one-night stands. And hi—nice to meet you—I’m the queen of failed relationships. Commitment issues are something we have in common—or so I thought. Then, the devil delivers his Kiss of Death, and it puts me in a choke hold. I expect a f *ckboy, but he wants forever. And it scares me. When I finally see the magic we made together, it’s too late. Because he’s now engaged. To someone else.

I’m just your favorite devilish cam girl looking to showcase my assets to my loyal demons. I was encouraged to take on this new persona as a cam girl by one of my clients at my former place of employment, “Sins: In Sin City,” and here I am thriving. Sins is the biggest and most reputable sex club in Vegas, and, well, I just got fired yesterday. Not for anything I did, but because my father is the leader of the Russian Mafia. Now I’m stuck, needing to put my all into this cam girl gig if I want to survive living in Vegas.

I've turned into a shell of myself after something happened to me, something I can't face. But when my father owes the Most Dangerous Man in New York, he only has one bargaining chip—Me. I can feel the safe haven I've built crashing down around me as I stand face to face with the leader of the criminal underground—my future husband. Now I must navigate this unwanted marriage of convenience while never revealing the truth about myself or my past.

Taking her was a means to an end. The task was to weed out the man who had stolen millions from us. He may have succeeded, but he'd pay with his life. Hiding from us was a grave error he'd regret soon enough because once he found out that we had taken the one thing he cared for as repayment, he'd show up. When a man had a weakness, it was foolish to make a mistake like this. He would come for her, and when he did, he wouldn't walk away unscathed, nor would the sister he adored.

What's a girl to do when stuck at a mountain ranch for the holidays, unexpectedly flying solo? Festive activities don't quite sound so jolly when my best friend isn't able to make it at the last minute, and I can't retreat home to stuff my nose in a book. To make matters worse, that guy I'd been seeing? Yeah, he just proposed to his girlfriend of five minutes… and they're getting cozy in the cabin next to mine. One chance encounter in a bookstore sends a miracle drifting my way, with kind eyes and massive… hands.

Sarah Blue presents Book 3 in the Celestial Witches series.

Mara Torres and I have exactly one thing in common: we can't stand each other. She's judgmental, prickly, and makes it crystal clear that even though our best friends are married, it's all she can do to tolerate me. The feeling is mutual. So naturally, when I need to invent a fake girlfriend to get my teammate off my back, her name is the one that falls out of my mouth. I expect her to laugh in my face when I ask for her help. Or maybe throw something at me. What I don't expect is for her to say yes. Turns out, there's something she wants enough to agree to the arrangement.

The Anguis, a secret society of power-hungry individuals, have long controlled Port Macabre from their seat at Noire House: a place where the wealthy rub shoulders and chase hedonistic pleasures. However, behind the mansion's facade lies a poisonous, hidden underworld. I spent one night at their mercy. An invitation to their world that I couldn't deny turned out to be the key to bringing my darkest fantasies to life.

Was it a sin to hate the dead? It was something I had pondered many times over the past ten months. Although it wasn't why I required medication to sleep at night. I wasn't truly concerned about the level of darkness that resided in my soul. It was the images of the night I had watched a bullet take down the boy I had loved most of my life. Seeing the life leave his body, the way his eyes had gone void. It haunted me. Even now that I knew he'd betrayed me. That what I thought had been real had all been a lie. Crosby Cash had been in love, alright, just not with me.

I’ve always felt safer in the night. When a handsome stranger appears at my local pub on the eve of Yule, something in me recognizes him. Intense and guarded, Niklaus Night watches the room with stoic presence, but the banter flows easily, and his quiet smolder draws me in. The connection is wild and intoxicating, enough to have me considering taking a chance and being a little reckless, for once. Until a fight breaks out and he leaves me on the middle of the dancefloor without so much as a word of explanation.

Dear Santa: For Christmas, I want my boyfriend to come home from his mission safely. Of course, that’s what I told everyone when they asked. But deep down, I was struggling with the knowledge that I would probably never get what I truly wanted—what I craved to experience more than anything. That was until the annual Marine Corps toy donation, where I sat in Santa’s lap and made my wish. The love of my life surprised me with his presence, and even more so with his promises. I just didn’t think it would take sharing me with his best friend to achieve it.

Dark winds howl over the cornfields, but even three years after the pyres have burnt out, the cries of innocents still haunt the air. Tonight, the magic conjured by my blood will breathe life into a scarecrow carved of pumpkin and bone, binding a damned soul to return and avenge those burned by pious men, drunk on their own corruption.