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Best intentions can go suck it. I walked into a dark alley with the best of intentions, and look where that got me. Drugged, kidnapped, and thrown into a world I didn't even know existed. Now I'm being held captive by a hot as sin vampire, whilst trying not to be killed by his wife, and, oh yeah, he's the leader of the Russian Mob and I'm suddenly a target. Go me. Safe to say, I'm not sure I'll do anything for anyone ever again.

Prince Callen Shadow left Innesvale with one goal: Bring the Fire Singer home, no matter the cost. Seduction and lies were easy for him — until her. Now Cal is realizing the cost of saving his kingdom may be losing the only woman he’s ever loved. Fueled by vengeance and seeking answers about her past, Elyria Solaris leaves the smoldering wreckage of the Great Library and sets sail for Innesvale. But when she arrives, the fearless Fire Singer finds herself facing an unexpected challenge — life at court. As the stakes rise, the lines between love, lust, and betrayal blur.

Joining the Brotherhood was supposed to lock my violent past away for good. I was in too deep when I learned their dark secret. All Brothers must choose a Ward. A captive woman to own, train, and punish. It reignites the sadistic desires I've smothered. I try to do the right thing and choose a sweet, submissive woman who wants this life. But fate has other plans and throws Quinn at my feet instead.

Triona Sinclair was never meant for an ordinary life. A spark of something powerful has always lived within her—silent and still, until the moment it finally woke. A moment of fire and ruin. With her world shattered, Triona escapes into the wilds of Scotland—flanked by four allies, each loyal in their own way. But none of them challenge her quite like Finn MacGregor.

They say I'm the key to everything, the Aether Gate, the end of the world, the beginning of something new. But I don't remember any of it. Not the power I once held. Not the men fate bound me to across lifetimes. Not why the Luminous are hunting me like I already belong to them. All I have are fractured memories, a broken past, and four dangerous warriors who claim to be mine. Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence—the Horsemen who burn for me, bleed for me, and would tear the world apart to protect me.

I bought a club in Boston to start over, to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple—remodel the mess, retrain the staff, and open the doors. Then she took the stage. Now, we're locked in a battle of wills, and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way, she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile, I feel the world tilt on its axis, and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her—or falling apart. The more I push, the more she pulls.

The Onyx Brotherhood offers me everything: money, resources, and the chance to pursue my research outside of the law. The ancient secret society shapes the world, but there's a dark price to join. All Brothers must choose a Ward. A captive woman to own, punish, and train to perfect submission. If I refuse or she fails to perform at my initiation ceremony, I'm dead. Eve is sweet, naive, and addictive. My obsession grows until she's all I can think about. I watch her from the shadows and imagine her chained at my feet. I can't do this to my beautiful girl.

Rory Kostalova was never part of the plan. Kidnapping the Russian mafia princess was a move for control, a way to gain the upper hand in a brutal war. She was meant to break, to bend to my will like everyone else. But Rory is different—strong, fiery, untouchable. What started as a way to get even turns into something darker, something neither of us can control. She stirs the chaos inside me, makes me crave her in ways I shouldn't. I took her freedom to punish her family, but now she's the one I can't let go. To save her, I'll have to break every rule, cross every line.

I've made a fortune at The Agency—enacting clients' dirty proposals for money. I've covered every fantasy you could possibly imagine. But after four years, I'm yearning for more, a bond with someone I can adore for real, not just in fantasy. In love. I only went into Santa's grotto at the mall as a joke. I was laughing when I sat my curvy butt on his lap for a picture. Until I looked into his stunning grey eyes and saw something I shouldn't have. Someone I shouldn't have.

In Searching for Finley, Searching for Heather, and Searching for Khloe, three full-length stand alone novels, you get search dogs, sexy mechanics, a plus size heroine, blue collar heroes, a small town bakery, action and adventure, secrets, cults, a slobbery bloodhound, strong heroines, secrets, a librarian, grumpy sunshine, heroines in peril, a veterinarian, rescues, protective heroes, a tight-knit girl tribe, happily ever afters galore, and just enough spice to satisfy you.

After finally allowing herself to love again, Harper wakes up miles away from the men who have kept her safe—and in the hands of those determined to destroy her from the inside out. Unsure of whether or not she can rely on Ronan, Mac, and Finn to save her, Harper must find the strength to free herself. But if she does, how is she meant to face what comes next?

For as long as I can remember, I've felt its whispers beneath my skin, pulling me toward something I can't name. But I never expected the sea to answer back until the day I found the ruins. Until the day they came for me.

All my life, my parents bounced around hippie communes, dragging me along for the shroom-fueled ride. When they announced we were moving again, I expected more of the same—group cabins, rundown shacks, or flimsy yurts. But Eternal Sun was nothing like the other places. It was a dream come true. Until that dream plummeted into a nightmare. When the leader of the luxurious wellness center shared where I fit into his prophecy, I was forced to run away from everything I knew and loved—including my parents.

Harper Hayes is an introverted, curvy, curly-haired, coffee-loving bookstore owner. And now, she's officially all alone. She has no family, friends, or life outside her parents' bookstore. She's made it her mission to live the rest of her life alone, not willing to take the risk of loving and losing. Again. That is, until the three giant men, cloaked in danger, came to steal her in the night.

An elven prince shouldn't be working at Best Burgers Bonanza. Yet here I am, banished to the human realm for a lifetime of toil and misery. I guess that's what I get for being a traitor and the shortest elf at the Nocturne Court, with a shadow no darker than a tea stain. I'm stuck with no scheme up my sleeve when destiny brings me face to face with the answer to all my troubles.

Paris in the fall. The Eiffel Tower, the blanket of colorful leaves on the ground of the Jardin du Luxembourg, and the picturesque cobbled streets of Montmartre. Sounds amazing, right? That's exactly what I thought when my boss offered me to come here to critique restaurants. Well, the reality is a completely different beast. There is no accordion music playing in the street, the city smells like smoke, and I have yet to see a single guy wearing a beret! This was all a lie. To top it all, I'm now a prisoner of this city because of a national strike keeping all planes on the ground.

When Whitley Whitt becomes the chef at Castle Tepesh, she wants nothing more than to get the funds to buy back her grandmother's bakery and return to living her best life, reading romance and baking cupcakes. But the castle gets creepier day by day, and she thinks Connor O'Doyle is the biggest bosshole to ever live.

I always believed in fate. But I never expected fate to come in the form of four archangels, watching me from the shadows, guarding me from threats I didn't even know existed. Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Michael. Warriors. Protectors. Divine beings who had no business being in my world. And yet, they whispered of bloodlines long buried, of ancient power hidden within me, power that made me a target. A force that, if awakened, could change everything. They were meant to watch me, nothing more. But the longer we fought against what pulled us together, the harder it became to resist.

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.

Welcome back to your darkest nightmare. I am Death, and they've stripped away my mask of mercy. My little lamb, I will paint the streets red until you're safe in my arms again.