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I've kept my secret—that I'm only a half-blood demon—hidden my entire life. But stepping into Blackthorn Academy has unveiled me to the four most powerful men in the kingdom, and they have no intention of letting me go. Receiving an invitation to the academy was the first surprise. Me, a powerless half-blood, suddenly among the elite. I knew it was risky to go there . . . What I couldn't foresee was becoming indebted to the four royals—the brooding future king, his cunning brother, and their mischievous twin cousins.

In an instant he became her hero. Then he became her lover and her friend. My name is Jaxon Hart. You watched me grow up. You watched me fight for my life. Now, I’m fighting for hers. From the second I laid eyes on Annika Leander, I wanted to help her. Protect her. Vindicate her. But she’s got baggage to get through. Hell, we both do. A funny thing happens, though, when you finally connect with someone in a different way than you ever have before. The baggage doesn’t seem so heavy. I suppose that’s really the only thing that matters when the heart gets involved.

He loved only one, but he was never what she needed, never the right man for her. The best thing he ever did was walk away from Layla before he destroyed her life. Proven over and over again, most recently when he ended up tricked by his own government into taking an "immunization" that turned him into something not quite human, a super soldier, a GTECH.

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.

They throw around words and phrases: "Could be the greatest ever..." "Revolutionary sound..." I don't give a sh*t about anything but my music. It's my art. My escape. Until I run into a fiery redhead coming out of the bathroom of my favorite dive bar. Literally run into her. Both of us pressed against the wall. Her panting against my neck. Bristol's different - quick-witted and snarky, not the usual groupie. She doesn't care that every record label in the country wants to sign my band. She didn't even know who we were until tonight. But, she wants me. They all do.

A new contemporary romance from the author of the Pines series.

It's not that I don't believe Silas when he tells me who he really is. It's that I don't want to. Of all the families in all the world, that boy had to be a Fairfield. In retrospect, I should have guessed as much. A guy sneaking around the Acre Hotel, so irrationally handsome it leaves me breathless? There's only one bloodline he could've come from. One night. That's how long it takes before I'm hooked. Silas shows me, over and over again, that he isn't like his family. He comes from a life of bad luck and hard work, like me. We could have something incredible. And for a while, we do.

I was reunited with Livingston Montgomery in the broad sunshine of a Carolina morning, right where she belonged; in the light. It'd been too long since I'd seen her face. She had changed, but so had I. I was Adam Nova, reformed bad boy. Now, successful business man. I had it all, except for the one person I'd always wanted, and now I was back to claim her.

When Isabel "El" Watson applied for a sales job with her company, she had no idea a jelly donut would explode on her blouse, or that her grumpy boss would practically laugh her out of the interview. So when a lady at the local wine festival offers her a sales job on the spot at a new boutique winery, El jumps at the chance. She also jumps at the chance to text with the guy who danced with her at the festival.

I knew my fate the moment I surrendered. I’d seen the public executions on TV. No jury. No bail. Just a hole in the ground and a bullet between the eyes, broadcast live in high-definition. There are worse ways to die, I told myself. I was doing the right thing, exchanging my life for Rain’s. Survival wasn’t everything.

Ryder Malloy. Selfish. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. Prick. An epitome of manliness. Six-foot-three, all hard, chiseled muscle. My brother's ex best friend, and my new client. Four years ago, he took my innocence and left - without a word. Today, he's the star quarterback who needs an image makeover, And I'm his publicist, who doesn't quite believe him. Task at hand: Swallow my hate for him and concentrate on the job at hand - making Ryder look like a real life knight in shining armor. Complications: I'm falling for him all over again.

I don’t take anything too seriously. Not the career that’s brought me fame and fortune, or the never-ending string of women that fill my bed, and definitely not myself. But life has a way of turning on a dime. The party is over. All the jokes have been told. One beautiful face blurs with the next beautiful body and all I feel is...empty. Until her.

I don't give a f--k. Not about money or fame, beauty or power. I've had all those things since birth, and trust me, they're a f--king snooze. I don't give a f--k about anyone, not even myself. Until my father proves evil can exist in the most holy of places. For the first time ever, something like interest stirs in my soul. He wants me to enroll at St. Augustine. Join the Elite. Court the virginal daughter of Archbishop Savoie. Prove that I'm worth the family name? I'll do it all. And I'll do it so well, no one will know what's coming.

For Samuel Grayson, everything is black or white. As a funeral director, there's no room for in-between. He's accustomed to dealing with life and death, though he's definitely more comfortable with the latter. Especially when it comes to a chaotic, petite, feisty ball of energy. Freedom Rayne. He's pretty sure her goal is to make his life hell, or so it appears. When Samuel boards a flight to Las Vegas for his sister's wedding, the last thing he expects is to share it with the woman who drives him crazy.

Lincoln Cunningham doesn't do relationships. Mostly because he learned in college that he doesn't do them well. Translation: book smart guys focused on learning the art and science of vineyard tending aren't always girl smart. Lincoln's mother, however, isn't so sure. Her oldest son found his match, and now her sights are set on Linc. Why she insists on setting him up at the Paint it Pal pottery shop is beyond anyone's grasp.

When I arrived in Alaska, I thought I signed up for a simple IT job. I didn't think I'd have to create a massive magic spell with my funky witchy powers—for a village of sea dragons, no less. But here I am. Surrounded by my family's mortal enemies, trying to learn spells most five-year-olds can perform, and getting flustered over guys who turn into mythical beings. The worst thing: I don't even mind that much. Because as terrifying as this new world is, these three men make it worthwhile.

My plan: find a finely dressed businessman, have a one-night stand, and forget about my failed relationship. Like a bad joke, my ex walks into the bar. That's when a gorgeous man wearing street clothes, messy hair, and the sexiest smile I've ever seen lays a kiss on me. It's meant to rile up my ex but leaves me breathless and wanting more instead. Then he's gone. So, I do what any rational person would. I chase after him onto the subway....

I don't believe in Prince Charming, but when I met a handsome stranger on a rooftop his words intrigued me and his dares left nothing but temptation. Then I learned the truth. His name is Bryce Sexton. Media mogul, workaholic, and a heart of stone. He's broody AF and yet every woman in San Francisco wants him. So why won't he leave me alone? Wherever I go, he's there, trying to force his way into my world. What he doesn't know is I already have a man in my life. A tiny redhead who loves Legos and superheroes.

Best friends Calla, Hannah, and Delphine have been dragged to the ends of the earth and back, with the threat of the Fates’ War always looming above them. But now the war—the one that will decide who lives, who dies, whose magic is preserved, and whose is scattered to the wind—is here. All the girls have something to lose.

They say every happily ever after needs a wedding. Heaven knows after the hell we’ve survived, we deserve the mother of all HEAs. All the pieces are in place. All the players, assembled. The wedding of the century is locked and loaded. Too bad nothing’s fair in love, rock, and wedding planning. Too bad sometimes epic happiness requires an epic fail. Guess we should have seen it coming. Did we expect anything less from An NSB Wedding?