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Monte Carlo, 1982. The odds of a man like Marco de Noli falling for a girl like me were a million to one. He's old money, a classic European jet set, a master of the universe. When we met, I was a shy girl from Oklahoma, pretty enough but nowhere near his league. One year later, after he stands me up on our first anniversary, I have to face facts. Our marriage was a mistake. My in-laws think I'm a gold digger, Marco lives at the office, and nights of passion aren't enough. There's nothing keeping me in Monte Carlo.

My name is Harper, but to him, I’m only Kitten. When Marcello Dellucci bought me from the auction, my life was destroyed. Locked away in his mansion, I became his precious pet.

Worn down by war and conflict, Commander Artek and his brothers - the soldiers under his command - have chosen to start a new life on a backwater planet. As hard work and peaceful surroundings start to heal old wounds, he realizes that something - or rather someone - is missing from his new life. None of the human females in the small town on the other side of the mountains appeal to him except for the shopkeeper’s daughter. She’s smart, sensible - and disturbingly attractive despite her shapeless clothes and brusque manner.

Getting Skylar to give me a second chance isn't going to be easy. Good thing I play to win. But what if our past isn't the only thing standing in the way? Second Chance Player kicks off a brand new series from bestselling author R.C. Stephens. Get ready for an adorable five-year-old boy, a hockey player with a broken heart, and a strong heroine who has learned to beat the odds. There is no cheating and a guaranteed HEA because they are soul mates.

Things I expect after a one-night-stand: breakfast, small talk, maybe even another O before the awkward walk of shame in last night's clothes. I don't expect to open the door to his house and find a kid surrounded by all his earthly possessions. Fired from my job, homeless, and the perpetual screw-up of my family... How can I even think about caring for someone else's child when I'm incapable of looking after myself?

Tearing off the gilded veneer of elite privilege exposes the sordid scandals, dark secrets, and taboo desires of New York's jaded high society in this dark romance series from best friends and USAT bestselling authors Zoe Blake and Alta Hensley, writing under their new pen name, Blake Hensley.

I despised Nikolai Antonov. It didn't matter that he was drop-dead gorgeous, rich beyond comprehension, and totally obsessed with me. His rock-solid abs and lustful banter weren't going to convince me to crawl into bed with him. Even when agreed to help rescue my cousin who was kidnapped by the Cartel, my opinion of him didn't budge. He was toxic, and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him… Until I got pregnant with his baby.

Being injured on the ice doesn't just make me a grumpy goalie, it makes me a frustrated single dad unable to care for my daughter… or myself. Ellie is the perfect candidate—kind, patient, beautiful, and looking for a place to call home after a falling out with her family. It's a win-win until my desire for her nearly makes me lose my mind. My restraint is hanging by a thread, and I'm one sponge bath away from snapping. When I finally do, our chemistry proves explosive.

Thatcher Reed is unhinged. I’ve known that since he held me captive in a cabin at twelve years old. We were both left with the scars from that summer but pardon me for not having sympathy for my kidnapper. It took years and countless therapy sessions to finally move on from Thatcher, only for me to find myself within his reach again.

Only a monster would kidnap a woman from her brother's wedding, but that's what I've become. Now this innocent girl is my captive. Mine to use and punish in the most shameful of ways.

It should have been a harmless swindle. A survival tactic, plain and simple. Because I, Rhea Thorn, am a survivor. At least, I thought I was… Until I conned a psycho. After a meaningless one-night stand, I emptied his wallet and fled before the morning sun. By that night, I had seventeen missed calls and a broken window with a note: You can keep what you stole, but I get you in return. Everywhere I go, he's there—blurring the vision between right and wrong while enticing me with his sultry blue eyes. Alaric promised me I'd never forget him. I'm beginning to fear he's right.

Being the oldest Ravage brother means I've always been the fixer, handling everyone else's mess. But the one problem I can't solve? Keeping my hands off Zoe, my best friend's daughter. Hidden away in my remote cabin, writing is my escape until duty thrusts her into my life. Over the years, Zoe evolves into a tempting taboo—the one person I crave but can never claim, despite what she tells me about her inclinations. I vowed protection at any cost—even if it's from myself.

Years in chains have taught Princess Izidora one harsh truth: trust no one. When she is finally freed on her twenty-first birthday, Izidora finds herself in an unfamiliar world brimming with danger and intrigue. Surrounded by the warriors who rescued her, the lost princess remains guarded as they journey toward Vaenor, the heart of the vicious Night Realm. Yet, her resolve is tested by High Lord Kazimir Vaszoly, the formidable leader of the Nighthounds. He seems to orbit her like she's his sun, ever-present and unyielding, especially when her traumatic past threatens to consume her.

When Grace Sweeney realizes her next audit is with none other than the boy who tormented her in high school, she is ready to walk away. Except, she’s not a teenager anymore and won’t let him ruin the career she’s built. Luke is surprised to see Grace again but isn’t surprised she’s the same grumpy girl he remembers from high school.

Two places I never thought I'd be: a church and my little brother's funeral. I was the one who was supposed to die first. Not Hayes. He hadn't chosen my path. I took lives but Hayes had wanted to save souls. Yet here I was drinking from a flask, around people that hated me, unable to take my eyes off the fiancé he'd left behind.

I used to believe werewolves were no more than scary stories to be told around a campfire. Then, one of them ripped off my clothes, marked me with his teeth, and claimed me like a wild beast.