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In the Freefolk camps, magic is forbidden, and the gods are dead. Alena has lived in the camps all her life but is fascinated by the Old Lands and their magic. When her father is injured in a hunting accident, she breaks Freefolk law to save him and is swiftly captured. When her older sister, Katell, discovers she has magical abilities of her own, both sisters are forced to leave the camps and venture into the war-torn Old Lands in search of answers. Their journey takes a dangerous turn when slavers capture them and they get separated.

Thirty years ago, I left Echo without an explanation, choosing a dying family member’s desperate plea over the woman I loved. I told myself I was protecting her by disappearing, but I shattered both our hearts. Now, my family obligations are complete, and seeing her again at a small-town parade reminds me that some wounds never heal—and some loves never die. I want a second chance, but first, she needs to understand why I vanished and why I can never let her go again.

Some secrets should not be kept. They should be screamed. I have a secret. In fact, I have many. Most of them could get me killed, so my silence is the golden ticket to survival in this asylum from hell. But my watchers don’t like it when I’m silent. They like when I scream. When I beg. When I’m a bad girl who tells the things I shouldn’t. Maybe this time I’ll let it all out. Divulge the ugly truths and cast light on the real monsters living in our world. Maybe my secrets will save me this time.

Don't tell a soul, but I walked away from my NHL career for one reason: Josie Richards. Fifteen years younger, yet she owns me in ways no one could understand. She's my enemy on ice—a figure skating ice queen with a rebellious streak that makes more than my palm twitch. But after her ice skating accident, she's broken. Fear controls her now, and I'm done watching her drawn in it. I'm her new coach—on and off the ice—and I'll drag her back to the top if it's the last thing I do. What didn't I expect? Knocking her up. I thought raising my niece prepared me for fatherhood.

I met Adam and Gabe the old-fashioned way: in a bar. That is, if old-fashioned means that I met a couple of men already in a committed, loving relationship, and they took me home for a night of debauchery and fun, then yeah. That.

Chapel Crest isn't for the weak. It's for those who wish to watch the world reduced to ashes and screams. The Watchers went too far. Locking me up with the monster who tried to kill me eight years ago wasn't the way to win my heart. It was the way to break it. When Seth comes to collect on the bet he made with the Watchers, I know I'm in for a world of hurt. Because Seth Cain isn't the nice boy I once knew. He's a demon in this asylum from hell. And if he finds out the Watchers have already claimed me, he could very well finish what he started all those years ago.

Lola Penelope Caruso is my favorite person to torment. When she’s had enough of me, her freckled cheeks go rosy, her tiny hands ball into fists, and she pulls at her signature tight braid and lets down her long red hair. I thought I'd seen her at her worst when we told her she’d have to move from New York City to a dump in Jersey with our law firm. But then a six-year-old showed up at my office with a note around his neck and my smile on his face, and she had to ask: Who's your daddy?

She’s the wrong bride but he’ll make her the perfect wife. She was my secret obsession. My best friend’s younger sister. But with our families at each other’s throats, I turned my back on the only woman I ever cared about. And I regretted the loss of her fiery spirit every day of my life. I learned to live with the pain and emptiness, vowing never to fall in love or marry another. But Lennox didn’t disappear. She was right there. Gorgeous. Successful. Ice cold. So close. But out of my reach. Years later our world is very different. With so many enemies, Irish blood must stay pure.

Before I found a love I was willing to die for, I had to survive one I had to kill for. Chapel Crest wasn’t a place of solace. It was made for suffering. I would know. I’d been locked inside ever since my mother tossed me away like I didn't matter. In my suffering though, I found her. Isabella. The girl who made me believe I mattered. The girl I gave everything to. The girl I loved. The girl I would do anything for, even kill for. Or just plain kill. Because you don’t betray a watcher and live to tell about it. This is the prequel to Chapel Crest and is best read AFTER book one.

After screwing up a recent hit, I’m broke, blacklisted, and no closer to finding my missing sister. I need a distraction. Five days in Alaska isn’t my idea of a retreat. I hate winter, but I hate Catarina Novak more. If I make her as miserable as possible, maybe I can forget how miserable I am. Frustrating Cat is my favorite pastime, but what happens when I discover something I enjoy more?

The Auctioned Series is a journey packed with action, nail-biting suspense, family, and love. In Gray and Darius's fight for freedom and a future where they aren't haunted by the ghosts of their pasts, they'll make you laugh, cry, possibly yell, and swoon just a little bit. In a race against...

My cat is a demon. No, that's not a joke. An actual, real-life demon. And he needs my help to break a curse. But what happens when that turns into more? It can never be forever, and yet... I'm falling in love with him anyway.

Ellodie Cassandra Solaire made a single, solitary New Year’s resolution. That resolution was set in stone, and she wouldn’t be breaking it, no matter what. It was simple: Say yes to every person who asks her out on a date until she finds a boyfriend. Easy, right? Wrong. She breaks that New Year’s resolution three months into the year after a guy gives her serial killer vibes. Fast forward three months, and she’s unhappily saying yes to any man who asks.

The moment a billionaire walks into my wellness clinic, it’s clear we don’t get along. Somewhere between the incense and the herbal tea, he starts insulting the business and stealing my ideas. Right then and there, I decide he needs to go. But then he offers me a job. One I can’t refuse. I have big dreams and even bigger bills to pay, and this opportunity will set me up for life.

Five siblings. Five obligations. Five chances at sizzling, unexpected love.

It's an accident, I swear. When I wind up in a fantasy world, I see this gorgeous older guy who's green, and wonder, "What does he look like everywhere?" I don't realize my new magical healing powers will make it happen! No regrets. Sturrm's got muscles for days and one seriously impressive pierced package. The med student in me can't wait to study his monstrous differences up close. The growly grump isn't exactly thrilled about his wardrobe malfunction. But no matter how much he scowls, other parts of him clearly like me a lot.

I'm not supposed to do this job without Boone. We may not share genes, but it's been us against the world since his mom took me in as a toddler. The rowdy O'Sullivan boys who raised all the hell that Vegas could handle. Not that all my memories are wild and make my heart race. After all, I realized I was in love with the bastard at some point, so there's been plenty of pathetic yearning and jealousy too.

She’s blonde, blue eyed and has got curves for days. A California dream us southern boys never get the chance to touch. She’s all I could ever need, want, desire, & I’ll change my whole world just to keep her in it. But when her lips meet mine, and our craving for each other pushes us further than we ever expected, will she choose us? Or could sacrificing everything for her prove to be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made?

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

Almost three years after losing my husband, Jim, to ALS, I’ve started to emerge from the fog of widowhood, thanks in large part to my sexy roommate—and former high school crush—Tom Hammett. When he offered me a suite in his spacious home, he got me out of my parents’ basement where I’d lived with Jim during his illness and since his death. But now Tom is experiencing a health crisis, and I’m not sure I have it in me to go down that road again, even if I suspect I might be falling in love with him.