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Collin West isn't just hot. And he's not just "the next big thing," either. He's the biggest thing to happen to music since...music. He's got heart. And soul. And the most adorable ginger hair that's somehow always a little mussed. Add in his bangin' body and bedroom eyes and it's easy to see why the whole world loves him. And he wants me. Harlow Hutton. Not-so-secret lover of all things Collin West. He falls into my life like a fairy tale, whisking me away on a champagne and glitter adventure around the world. It's a dream come true. But every princess has a villain.

I’m thrilled that my first trip back to my homeland, after years in exile, is for an assignment from the prime minister. Even better, the job's to put Princess Genevieve in her place...by cutting off her cash flow. Spoiled royals—even drop-dead gorgeous ones—don't do anything to deserve...

Where do you go when you die? If you guessed "a hellish videogame world where you're forced to fight for your life, solve puzzles, and sustain mortal injury only to be stitched back together to do it again", congratulations! Maybe that sounds kind of bad. But hear me out. Superpowers. Beautiful women at my side, some human and some decidedly not so much. And maybe, just maybe, if I survive long enough, I can find out what comes after the afterlife.

Moving in with Eli Hutton was supposed to keep my heart safe. After both our relationships crashed and burned, cohabitation seemed like a no-brainer. A reset from chaos back to stability. A chance to protect one another from Cupid and his stupid little arrows. Sure, he's adorable...Hilarious...Gorgeous...And so charming he makes me feel like the brightest star in the sky...Alright, fine. The man is a sinfully sexy angel sent to tempt me each and every day. (Don't judge. No one can resist him. You'll see.)

I have a certain set of rules I try to live by. Rules that have always served me well. Until now...Rule one: Don't have sex with someone you work with. Rule two: Don't have sex with your friend's ex-boyfriend. Rule three: Don't have sex with your best friend who also happens to be the same ex-boyfriend of your friend. Rule four: Don't ever, under any circumstances, fall in love with your best friend. I guess it's safe to say, I officially broke all four of my rules.

Annabel Moreland can't leave podunk Blue Falls, Texas, until her little brother graduates. But she's about to lose the job she needs to support him like she promised, they'll end up homeless wretches, and it will be all her fault. Worse, she can't swing a cat in this town without hitting someone she would rather forget. Unfortunately, the answer to this litany of problems comes in the form of an unforgettable, dead sexy, cat-loving, shenanigan-directing trickster named Jude Parker. He's got enough secrets to fill the Mississippi and she's on a mission to fish out every single one.

In kindergarten, I fell in love with Maisie Brown. In seventh grade, she moved out of state. Now, she's back...but only for a week. When fate brings Maisie back to me, it's clear life has been good to her. My childhood best friend, that shy little girl who never had enough to eat, she grew into a gorgeous woman wearing confidence like a designer dress. And the connection between us? It grew, too...into chemistry so explosive the world might catch fire.

Harper Brown is a snarky pain in Sebastian Hastings' ass. His brother's assistant not only seems to hate his guts, but she's also not afraid to talk back to him and tempting enough to distract him from the billions he should be earning. Then, pictures of their one hot kiss leak to the gossip mags, and Sebastian has a brilliant idea. What better way to get the gold diggers off his back than to take himself off the market? It's the perfect solution. Except as things with Harper heat up, it becomes harder for Sebastian to remind himself that she's only playing his fiancée for the money.

Jesse Falcon has dedicated his life to one cause: to fight against that which has taken so much from him. He's learned the hard way that if you want something to be done, you have to do it yourself. No more waiting for others to make a difference. With football, a pre-med program, and a coveted internship, he has no time for anything or anyone else. The truth is, he doesn't think his barely healed heart can take it. Despite his determination to remain distant, he soon finds a girl who will not only fracture that resolve but shatter it completely.

Octavian Munroe is haunted by the life and death of his older brother in one of the most racially segregated cities in the country. Mina Rose has never quite fit in and wishes she was anything but white. Once lovers, now estranged, they both left St. Louis for fresh starts in the wake of grief...

Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., (1858-1919) served as the 26th president of the United States. He delivered the speech "Address to the Knights of Columbus" at Carnegie Hall in New York, on October 12, 1915. In the speech, he argued against partisanship based on religion; he called it a "wicked thing" either to support or to oppose someone because of the creed they profess. He asserted that political movements directed against a person because of their religious belief have never accomplished anything but harm.

The first time Wyatt Hutton's pale blue eyes meet mine, they steal my breath - even if I only see them for a second before he refuses to look at me again. He's older than me, by way too much, and if he had his way, our paths never would have crossed in the first place. But our fate was written in the stars and while the truth of our families should keep us apart, life keeps bringing us together again.  

I am the recent prospect for the SBMC. I want that patch more than anything in the world. To say that I earned it is the highest honor for me. I do the grunt work. I take the bullets. I do it all with pride. I respect this club and its members. Even more, I respect her. Cherry. The club whore. That's not how I see her. Beneath the depths of her thick skin, there is something I want to earn more than anything. Her heart.

Tic: My son means the world to me. He's all I have. His mom left us when he was born. I raised him. He's mine. The club is my home. It's his, too. After losing too many babysitters, Brooke's friend Ashley stepped in to watch Jameson. She was a good girl, one I knew I couldn't have. Until I had her. Now I want to keep her. Sometimes, what we want the most isn't what's in front of our eyes. Things change. Accidents happen and our lives are torn in half.   

Only a few days have passed since I crossed the Barrier into the demon realm looking for answers, but in those days, everything has changed. I've lost my home, my job, and almost my life. I've learned the truth about what I am, and it's fucking terrifying. Restoring the Barrier that separates the demon and human worlds comes down to me. One minor problem - I have no idea how to do it. My father left me clues before he died, but following them is going to prove more dangerous than anything I've faced before. Luckily, I don't have to face it alone.

Mayhem: Mayhem. I bring it. I own it. Then I walk away and leave you to clean up the mess. That's the way I've always lived. For me, there is no other way. This is who I am. With all of this world comes death. I've experienced it firsthand and it ruined me. Then Taylor was thrust into my world. She was everything I should have stayed away from. Too bad I don't follow directions.   

Every night, I cross the Barrier to the demon realm to sling drinks at Hell on Earth, a bar on the edge of Darktown. I've always been fascinated by demons. It's a fascination I've never quite learned to control, and it just might get me killed. One fateful night, a darkly handsome, not-quite-human patron grabs my arm, leaving a magical mark burnt into my skin. Determined to find out what the mark means, I do the unthinkable: I venture alone into the demon realm. What I discover is terrifying.

Dashiell Thane wasn’t a nice guy. He was an abrasive, demanding, conniving, intolerable brat. Yet somehow, we’d been best friends our whole lives - until our senior year when I finally decided to dip my toes into the dating pool. All it took was one kiss for jealousy, lies, and betrayal to sweep in and propel us heart first into dizzying, hostile depths. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re definitely not supposed to kiss your best friend while you’re dating someone else.

At 18, PJ was full of dreams. She was on her way to becoming a serious artist and moving across the country, away from the unrequited, tortured dream of her much older brother's irresistible best friend, Dylan. But when she forced herself to let that dream go, she never expected it to bounce back and refuse to let her.

I remembered her. I remembered everything. But was it a blessing or a curse? Half of me was still in love with the blue eyed girl wearing my crown around her neck. The other, felt betrayed that she could walk away when I needed her the most. Struck down by her absence, an internal war brewed within my kingdom. Along with my childhood memories a new emotion was unleashed, one I was unable to control. Rage. Unbridled, unrelenting, rage.