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Sophie Grates has never had it easy, but she’s finding her way through life one step and one day at a time. That is, she was—right up until Nico came in and flipped her world upside-down. He forces her to see that you can’t live life from the outside looking in and sometimes you have to step out onto the ledge so you can really enjoy the view. Nico Mayson knew the moment he saw Sophie Grates that she was the one. His whole life, he has been judged by what’s on the outside, so finding a beautiful woman who sees the real him only makes his feelings that much stronger.

I don't believe in love. But then again, up until a week or so ago, I didn't believe in aliens either. And yet here I am having been abducted, stranded on a jungle planet, and now surrounded by a tribe of huge, protective aliens with wings and tails. At least these are the good guys. Their leader, Rynn, is convinced I'm the reason the skin on his chest is lit up like a Christmas tree, particularly the area directly above his heart. But that's just some weird alien biochemical reaction. Just like all supposed 'love', right?

Pastry chef Jenna Cooper crushed hard on playboy chef Roman Gallagher when her older brother brought him home to share their family Christmas six years ago. Now she's old enough to do something about it, and she won't take no for an answer—for anything. Roman has one hard and fast rule—don't sleep where you eat. But he can't say no to Jenna's plea for him to help her save her family business. Soon she's working for him, and their scorching chemistry melts Roman's resistance. He wants more than a few hot nights, and he's going to teach Jenna a lesson about playing with fire.

I was never supposed to inherit the De Luca empire. That was my brother's role. Until he died, and my father made it clear he wished it had been me instead. Now, I'm nothing more than a pawn in his power plays. His latest demand? Marry a woman of his choosing and secure an alliance I want no part of. I don't take orders. Not from my father. Not from anyone.

Trey Westcott - devastatingly gorgeous. Intimidatingly brilliant. Powerful beyond belief. As the first trillionaire in existence, my boss lives a life most people can only dream of. Anything he wants is a snap of the fingers away. But when the coldhearted magnate snaps his fingers and requests me for a stint on his arm playing the role of his devoted fiancée and then some, he makes an offer I can’t refuse. And so I don’t. But I make it clear that he’ll have my time, my body, my attention, my discreet professionalism - everything except my heart. It’s not for sale.

I’ve seen Frank Fisher before, but he’s never seen me. He definitely saw me tonight. And I know I wasn’t the only one who felt the world shift the moment our eyes connected from across the bar. But Frank isn’t like his brothers. He’s quiet, elusive, and keeps to himself. It makes him mysterious, but that’s not why I’m drawn to him. It’s something else. Something I’ve never experienced before, as cliche as that may sound. I want to be around him. Get to know him better. Explore what’s growing between us, but Frank keeps holding back and I have no idea why.

Whether addressing sexual frustration with your partner, trying out new fantasies, or negotiating the terms of a BDSM scene, Stella Harris believes that communication skills are vital to sexual fulfillment. Tongue Tied gives listeners straightforward advice on how to conquer their fears, identify their needs, and feel positively empowered. Harris charmingly takes listeners through all aspects of communication, from basic interpersonal skills to negotiation advice for expert-level kink play.

I've lived the last several years of my life under the control of my stepmother. Every decision taken away from me, completely suffocating me. At eighteen, she sold me off to the highest bidder and traded one gilded cage for another. I've never been anything but a dollar sign to her. Until two years later Kade Luchetti kidnapped me from my tower, making me yet another dictator's rag doll. I have never known freedom; free to make the decisions that impact my life. But as time goes on under his watchful eyes, I feel I can finally take a breath. Maybe I won't always be a prisoner.

When I left Sanctuary in a cloud of glitter, I thought I knew exactly who I was. But in the Celestial Realm, it's clear I had it wrong. And so did everyone else. According to the shiniest of all the Celestials, I'm something new and unexpected. To my surprise, I also have a family. But their warm, naked welcome won't matter, because I may have left a part of my soul back in Sanctuary, and I'm fading fast.

When my college roommate tries to fix me up with her creepy cousin, I do the only thing I can think of to waylay her unwanted matchmaking—I invent a boyfriend in the Navy. Every week for four years, I send a letter to my fictitious soulmate, Officer Elijah O'Donnell, sharing my innermost thoughts and dreams for the future. Which is why no one is more surprised than me when my military hero appears at my place of work and asks me for a date. At six feet four and bristling with blue-eyed masculinity, Elijah O'Donnell is very real—and he's read every one of my letters.

I called myself Feather. But really? I was Useless. So I chose to save Sanctuary, though that meant I lost everything: my majestic sheets, my old name, my fudging body . . . and my sweet, sexy soulmate. When the super-hot and literally horny Rumple sends me back home, not everyone busts out the confetti. You'd think by sacrificing myself, I would have solved a lot of problems. But I only uncovered more, and made some powerful, glitter-hating new enemies. When Protectors start to disappear, I'm stuck wandering through Sanctuary's basement/sex dungeon to find them.

I stole her from her life. I’ll go even further to keep her in mine. She was a job. Nothing more. Nothing less. I took her from the party. It wasn’t personal. It was a contract. Grab her, head to the safehouse, and wait for the ransom. Scarlett is so gentle, so trusting. She doesn’t know that men like me exist. Doesn’t know the brutal nature of this world. Me? I come from a world of violence. I’m a killer. I prey on nightmares and make them come true. If you cross me, I kill you.

Nameless. Forgotten. Lost on Earth for centuries with a disembodied voice as my only friend. Protecting the vulnerable without any help from above. No one to explain the rules. Nada. Zip. Zilch. So when High Angelus Gavriel finds me killing a very bad man, can he really blame me? Before I can explain, he drags me back to the place he swears is my home: Sanctuary.

I just inherited an apple orchard in Nova Scotia. That's definitely a sentence I never would have imagined saying in my life. I've only ever been a socialite from New York, but that orchard is my chance to prove to my family, and myself, that I can do more. Be more. I may not exactly know what I want out of life yet, but I'm determined to stick to something—and no, I'm not talking about the bee farmer next door.

This time he's playing for keeps in this new rom-com from USA Today bestselling author Robin Bielman.

I'm not in small town Nova Scotia to hook up. I'm here to settle my grandmother's estate and sell the B&B, which I soon discover has been overrun with seasonal fisherman and operated on the honor system. The hard-core fishing folks become an instant family—the one I never had. Then there's the blind pet cow, who has a crush on my hot fisherman, Nate. Okay, technically he's not mine. I have no desire to get reeled in. Until I do.

Not everyone is destined to live happily ever after, right? I’d be fine with averagely ever after. Lower expectations mean less heartbreak. But then I meet Mac and Daisy. Single dad Mac needs a temporary nanny for his daughter, Daisy. I need a second job until my promotion kicks in. It’s the perfect arrangement…until it isn’t. Because who can resist a dad buying ballerina tights after a day spent in a hard hat? Not me, that’s for sure. Now, Mac’s green eyes and Daisy’s crooked pigtails have me dreaming about a future I can’t give them.

Betsy Mouton knows that easy doesn't last forever. She's working her butt off to launch the Last Call Cafe so her family can leave the New Orleans bar business—its heartaches—behind forever. That is, until the hottest one-night-stand of her life shows up next door, twice as uncompromising and two million times hotter, offering to buy the bar and send the Moutons to easy street.

Heir to the Calabrese restaurant empire, Jackson Calabrese can buy whatever he wants—except creativity. He can craft perfect paella, but if his new restaurant is going to take New York by storm, he'll need help. And there's only one chef with the culinary creativity to reinvent their menu: former rival-and lover-Lila Grant. The one woman with all the right ingredients to drive Jackson wild. And damned if he doesn't want another taste.

Kennedy Martin is shocked when her ex calls days before his wedding, expressing serious second thoughts. Doesn't he see his fiancee's actually the glaze to his doughnut? Now she's got no choice but to crash his wedding and convince the man he's with the right woman. Instead, she crashes into the absolute last man she ever wanted to see: Maverick Owens, her old college nemesis. Maverick is still as awful, infuriating, and just The Worst as ever—even if he looks way too sexy in his cowboy hat.