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When the vicious royals of dark magic who rule my world launched a war against their heirs, they tore our community in two—and I walked out on my family to stand with their enemies. You could say I was championing compassion over tyranny, but really it was pure self-preservation.

How can I resist the two men who want me? The simple answer is, I can't. When Stone and Gibson keep popping up in my life, I take it as a sign that maybe I can have it all. Stone's all in. Gibson? He's going to take some convincing. Our love story may be unconventional, but with a connection we have, anything's possible.

Rebel Destiny is the third and final book in a new urban fantasy trilogy set in the Villain Academy world. Enter here for magical conspiracies, an outcast heroine, and a fraught romance where she'll get to keep both her suitors.

Zenos, from the Astra Legion of Rogue 5, is on a mission to find an antidote to the deadly venom flowing through his body. Without the antidote, one bite during mating will kill a hybrid Forsian’s chosen female. Zenos must acquire the serum at any cost, for like his Atlan cousins, his mating instinct will eventually consume him. The last thing he needs is a distraction, but one look at the defiant female bounty hunter and he can’t deny his body what she’s offering — a few wild hours of pleasure.

I thought I was fighting to prove myself, but it turns out I’ve been duped. The traitor betrayed...I guess there’s a certain poetic irony to that. Unfortunately, neither poetry nor irony is going to get me or the guy I inadvertently dragged into this mess to safety. I’ve got nothing left to bargain with. So when the worst of our betrayers offers us a way out, what choice do I have but to take it?

From USA Today best-selling author Danielle Norman comes this three-book small-town romance collection.

All it took was a couple bottles of champagne...and a fully charged cellphone, for me to go from widow to call girl. Talking to a stranger in the middle of the night was the push I needed. To feel something again. Something safe. It’s not like I will ever run into him. We don’t even know each other...yet. Aaron Skye returns my call the next day, sending my well-ordered world for a spin. Now I'm sober. After years in the shadows, I'm starting to feel alive. A sense of normalcy. Unfortunately, Aaron is not who I had imagined.

Holland Kelly wasn’t a people person. Okay, that’s not true, she wasn’t one particular man person. That man? Her next-door neighbor Dick Brooks. Fine, his real name was Reid, but Dick sounded better. Life would have been perfect if she never had to interact with him again. Unfortunately, life wasn't perfect. Now she is stuck spending hours with the neighbor she has always hated while they work to save their homes. Have his eyes always been that shade? Has he always been so good looking?

I’m Stella Lang. Everyone thinks of me as the sassy one, the one who’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind, but the truth is…I’m scared. Scared of being rejected. Scared of having my heart broken all by one man…Tristan Christakos.

Paris changed me. I wasn’t talking about the city, I was referring to Paris Jean Kelly. From the first time we held hands on the school bus to our first kiss, we’d been moving toward one thing, the day I’d ask her to be mine. How was I to know that she thought friends couldn’t be lovers? Well…I’m going to prove her wrong. When her world turns upside down…I’ll be there. When she’s feeling lost…I’ll be there. After all, it’s not about the spark or the fire…It’s all about the slow burn.

The only thing fancy about London Kelly was her name. She was a jeans-and-boots kind of girl. Her perfume was the smell of hay. And her days were spent in the saddle. Except for a few bumps in the road she had a pretty good life. Until.... Her dad died. Now, she’s left running the family cattle ranch and horse stables. The sexy sheriff has decided that he wants more than a one night stand. And her employees believe that she has no business running a ranch. Sometimes the strongest cowboys aren’t boys.... They’re women.

They always say that two wrongs don’t make a right.... Well, she was wrong for breaking into a house that didn’t belong to her, even if she and her daughter had nowhere else to go. And, I was wrong for watching her on the surveillance camera as she moved through the house and climbed into bed. So, I offered her a job and a home. Her smile.... Her curves.... Wrong has never felt so right. Now, I want to make the biggest impact yet...I want to make her mine.

He wore suits, and I wore biker boots. He went to university, and I went to trade school. He lived in a big home, and I lived in a tiny apartment. When my world was turned upside down, he took me in his arms and promised to help me find a new direction. Now I’ve lost my job, I've been separated from my friends, and any day, an eviction notice was bound to show up. Unfortunately, my journey was tougher than he had imagined. When nothing goes right, look who’s left.

Some people are unforgettable. Like the first sheriff that pulled you over for speeding. The first person to kiss you senseless on the hood of a car. And the first guy to make you orgasm. But when all of those things are from the same man, let’s just say unforgettable doesn’t even come close. I wonder if he ever thinks about me and everything we almost had. Oh, he remembers, and he’s prepared to put his money where his mouth is....

Some things in life were inevitable: death, taxes, and lying, whore-mongering men. One woman would never be enough for one man. So I traded in men for a Harley. Nothing beats that kind of power between my legs. Then I blinked. And he was there.

I have no idea why I said yes. Maybe I'd had one too many wines. Maybe I'd done it accidentally. Maybe I'd been sleep-texting. One thing I know for sure is this: I absolutely do not want Ethan Hawkins in my apartment, up in my business, taking over my space. Yet he's here, moving his stuff into my spare bedroom, sending a wave of panty-melting, musky man-scent my way every time he walks past me. Here's the thing. We don't get along - at all. We never have, and I don't think we're going to start now that we're under one roof.

What do a wrong number text, a burning building, and a quirky florist have in common? A hunky firefighter with an extra-large...hosepipe. In hindsight, I never should have opened that text message. The last thing I needed first thing on a Monday was a picture of some stranger's, um, eggplant, in my inbox. I also should have replaced the batteries in my fire alarm, because my Friday night did not need to end with my apartment building going up in flames. But it's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.

Let me make this clear right here, right now: I, Halley Dawson, do not care that Preston Wright is kissing other women. Not a lick. Not at all. Nuh-uh-freakin'-uh. I do care that he's doing it six feet away from me behind a gaudy velvet curtain - making him my competition in this year's kissing contest. Why do I care, you ask? Because I've had an unfortunate crush on the insufferable idiot since I was 16 years old, but I also know it's never going to happen.

"Gifted storyteller" (RaeAnne Thayne, New York Times bestselling author) Annie Rains invites you to Sweetwater Springs for a wedding with all the feels! Event planner Claire Donovan loves giving clients the weddings of their dreams. But that gets tricky when she has to work with the man who...