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Stone Haven isn’t Torr Derrickson’s kind of town. Small. Quaint. The kind of place where everyone knows their neighbors’ business. Torr only came here as an act of brotherly love - to help his brother fulfill a lifelong dream of opening up a bar. The moment that cash drawer accepted its first dollar, Torr planned to be back in a real city, stalking the streets in hopes of more adventurous prey. Unfortunately, his reputation - as a bit of a playboy and, more importantly, a vampire - has already caught the attention of some townspeople, much to his brother’s dismay.

Ember Hastings never thought she'd be dragged away from White Timber and everything she loved, thrust in the middle of a big city she hated, or have her husband of nine years say, "I can't do this anymore", all within the span of three months - yet here she is. She misses her family, she misses the farm, and she misses having a backbone and caring whether or not the stain on her shirt is chocolate or s--t. She works from home doing transcription. Does she really need to shower or leave the house?

Even cursed blood can fall prey to love’s bite. Lawrence Derrickson never wanted to be a chief, let alone a vampire, but fate has always been a fickle beast...callous to the inner-workings of a man’s heart. Seven hundred years after he was turned, he’s still chief of Clan Karyn, although his clan now consists of only his three siblings. With no more castle to protect and defend, they are dedicated to only one cause - protecting the Cheld - their superhuman descendants.

Even cursed blood can fall prey to love’s bite. Kenton Morley and Lawrence Derrickson have hated each other ever since they were feuding border lords in medieval England and Scotland…700 years ago. When their bloodlines were cursed, birthing the world’s first vampires. Their feud has since carried through the centuries based on a new argument: Kenton seeks to destroy the Cheld - the only line of humans capable of killing their kind - while Lawrence seeks to save them.

Each day I prayed for my husband to love me again. After 15 years together, he walked away from me, and into the arms of another. I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my side. All I wanted was for him to come back to me. Then, Jackson Emery appeared. He was supposed to be a distraction for my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised heart. We were perfect for one another, because we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no longer believed in love.

Dude, Bro is a humorous guide to surviving college written by comedian Bread Foster. Dude, Bro will provide articles, episodes, and truth (under the guise of guidance) about college life, mixed with honest stories from a mildly psychotic student. After extensive discussions with fellow college students who were part of his college experience, the most frequently uttered phrase was, "How did we survive that?" and Bread wants to teach future bros how.

Libby Duncan is on the cusp of having her dream come true. She has landed a role in a Broadway musical, and all of the hard work, dedication, and devotion to her craft are finally paying off. It's not the starring role she's hoped for, but she knows that it's a step in the right direction, and if she can keep her focus where it needs to be, she'll finally get the solo she deserves. If that happens, the entire path of her career will change, and her remarkable talent will finally be noticed.

One last chance, that's all Luke Collins, local bad boy and motocross champion, has to not only find his redemption, but win back the girl he lost. He'll stop at nothing to make her his, even if it means playing dirty. Lara Jacobs doesn't want her heart broken again and refuses to give Luke a second chance. After he left her after their one night stand, she ran right into the arms of her close friend, Grayson Moore. He's always loved her, and he's determined to make her see he's what she needs.

When I met my 736th notch, I broke that first vow. The minute I saw Blair, the second our eyes met, the microsecond I tasted her in my mouth, I knew that was the one vow I had to break. But the second vow, that I would keep. That vow I had control over. That vow I would take to my grave. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Because Fate had other plans in mind. Fate was in on a cruel joke, and I was its target.

When Jackson and I got married last year, we promised each other a forever together. We were now expecting our first child and it has only strengthened our love and commitment to each other. We were living our happily-ever-after and couldn't imagine anything that could break us apart. But then something unexpected happened. We were both blindsided by it. The last two people we thought we'd ever see again suddenly resurfaced into our lives, bringing with them the secrets we thought we'd buried away in the past.

Blair Parker. She is unlike any women I have met before. She's powerful. She's feisty. She's headstrong. And above all, she's the one I had to break my one and only rule to chase down. But there's just one problem. She wants nothing to do with me before and after our night together.

We were best friends since as early as I could remember. We grew up together. We were next door neighbors. We shared each other's deepest secrets. When I was 13, we made a pact: If we were still single by the time we were 30, we'd marry each other.

I'm no saint, but apparently even killers have limits. When the Bratva hired me as security for the night, I didn't know it was a flesh trade. I could have kept my cool, done my job, but then I saw her. Pure as a lily, dressed in skimpy lingerie, and being auctioned off to the foulest men in Brighton Beach.

Who is he? Dean Chase. He loves the thrill. He loves the women. And above all, he loves the chase.But the one thing he doesn't love is being tied down by a woman. To him, once the chase is over, it's time to pull up his boxers and move on to the next target. That is until he meets Blair Parker.

He promised to always be my best friend. He promised to marry me if we were both still single at 30. He promised me a forever together. But that was before I discovered a secret that seemed to shatter everything I'd come to believe in. Had I lost him before he was ever mine? Had this secret ruined any promise of a forever together?

Bad boys love bad ideas. It's kind of their thing, isn't it? Ethan's no exception. Rule Number Seven - I don't care what you've done before. It doesn't matter. It's about what you want to do now. I'm really bad at being a good girl, aren't I? I blame Ethan. He's corrupting me. It's the perfect excuse, but I'm not sure how much longer I can keep using it.

How can something so wrong be so perfect at the same time? Rule number five - I'm going to show you some things that you'll never forget. It's wrong. Not just this, but everything. I knew it was wrong, but I thought I could get away with it. Why, though? I'm not like this. I'm good. I'm the good girl, the girl with perfect grades, the girl who does everything right, prim and proper. I don't cause trouble, I don't get into trouble, I don't....

I thought I was a good girl, but then why do I love hearing all of the naughty things he says he wants to do to me? Rule number three: You can change your mind, Ashley. Not just now. Whenever. I could tell Ethan that the only thing I'll regret about this is that we only have a week together. Except I can never tell him that. I need to stop. I need to understand that this is a temporary situation, and that I'll never have it ever again, because no matter what, it won't work out, whether I want it to or not.

I don't know when it happened. I didn't think it'd ever happen. I can't lose her. I can't even imagine losing her. Rule number six: This is supposed to be fun. Understand? He's my bad boy and I'm his good girl. And, yes, he's my stepbrother and I'm his stepsister.

This is bad. Very bad. He's rubbing off on me. Resident bad boy Ethan Colton is turning me into an irresponsible bad girl. Rule number two: When I tell you to come here, you come here. It's still an order, still practically growling at me, commanding me to obey him, but it's more, too. It's fun and flirty, a little playful. I can see why girls fall for him, can see why his devious smirk melts their resistance, because it's doing the same to me.