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I have two responsibilities as the new heir to the throne: Get married and ave babies. Sure, becoming queen one day is part of those new responsibilities, but as long as King Theo is in charge, I don't have to add a coronation to my list.

They were the Three Amigos: Duncan Holloway, Imogen Swan, and Corey Szabo. Two young boys with difficult lives at home banding together with a cool girl who didn’t mind mucking through the mud on their hikes. They grew up to be Duncan Holloway, activist, CEO, and face of the popular River Rain outdoor stores, Imogen Swan, award-winning actress and America’s sweetheart, and Corey Szabo, ruthless tech billionaire. Rich and very famous, they would learn the devastating knowledge of how the selfish acts of one would affect all their lives.

An unexpected steamy yet laugh-out-loud royal romance.

Sound interesting? The author thinks so too! Listen to Lost to the Moon and experience the compelling world of The Mate Games: Pestilence.

Iain MacTaggart is the hottest man on earth. I love his accent, his intelligence, and his rugged good looks. I need him to kiss me, but he always shies away from that. I get that I'm younger and that bothers him. But the deeper I fall for Iain, the less I care about what's right or wrong. Then I finish my final exams, and I'm technically no longer a student. One night changes everything—and ruins us both. But I get a surprise not long after Iain vanishes from my life. Will he ever know the secret I keep? Only fate knows the answer.

Never talk to a naked man in the woods. I learned that lesson when my solo kayaking trip in the Wyoming wilderness turned into a disaster. The Scottish beast who saved me insists on taking me back to his cabin, where there's no cell service and no one around for miles. And his car is broken. My savior has a deliciously hot body, but I don’t like men with long hair and scruffy beards.

The Chaos Motorcycle Club has won its war. But not every brother rode into the sunset with his woman on the back of his bike. Chaos returns with the story of Dutch Black, a man whose father was the moral compass of the Club, until he was murdered. And the man who raised Dutch protected the Club at all costs. That combination is the man Dutch is intent on becoming. It’s also the man that Dutch is going to go all out to give to his woman.

Their engagement was set when they were children. Loren Copeland, the rich and handsome Marquess of Remington, would marry Maxine Dawes, the stunning daughter of the Count of Derryman. It’s a power match. The perfect alliance for each house. However, the Count has been keeping secret a childhood injury that means Maxine can never marry. He’s done this as he searches for a miracle so this marriage can take place. He needs the influence such an alliance would give him, and he’ll stop at nothing to have it.

When he was sixteen years old, Jagger Black laid eyes on the girl who was his. At a cemetery. During her mother’s funeral. For years, their lives cross, they feel the pull of their connection, but then they go their separate ways. But when Jagger sees that girl chasing someone down the street, he doesn’t think twice before he wades right in. And when he gets a full-on dose of the woman she’s become, he knows he finally has to decide if he’s all in or if it’s time to cut her loose.

The Rogues Division is a top-secret, highly classified, “I’d tell you but I’d have to kill you” kind of organization. The kind of organization the government pretends not to love having at its disposal. And we just got our newest recruit: Lachlan King, the sexy billionaire playboy who seduced me into one night of wild, soul-shattering sex. When I slipped out of his bed three months ago, I never expected to see him again. My future is set. I’m going to be a Rogues field agent. And field agents don’t date. Not to mention it’s forbidden to date each other.

There are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: She's smart as a whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She's learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end. But then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex. A tattooed British street fighter, he's the campus bad boy she's supposed to avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about sex and love fly out the window.

War is brewing between England and France. Impressed into the Royal Navy, Lieutenant Merrick, against all odds, advanced through the ranks to become an officer, but he is not a gentleman. A man with a tainted past from a traitorous family, cast down by King George—a stain no man can remove. Merrick’s thrust into the role of captain, when the HMS Boudica is attacked by pirates off the coast of Nova Scotia. On a captured enemy vessel, he discovers a king’s ransom in treasure and a woman chained in the hold from a passenger ship that mysteriously disappeared at sea.

You are mine. That's what they tell me. Edward - my first love, who turned his back on me, and who's dark molten gaze follows me possessively, wherever I go. And Baron - my savior. My second chance. Over six feet of intensity, he's the ex-soldier, who will go to any extent to woo me. My heart beats for both. My body yearns for them. My soul....My soul cannot bear to be parted from either. I love two men. I am torn between them. But, when their past threatens me, I must choose.

He's an ex-soldier. I am the woman his friend turned his back on. He's trying to escape his demons. I am trying to get over being abandoned. The connection between us is intense, forbidden...and all wrong. My heart belongs to someone else. So why is my traitorous body unable to ignore him? Find out in Book 2 of the Big Bad Billionaires series.

From USA Today best-selling author Meghan Quinn comes a sassy and sweet romance about an Irish rebel who falls in love with the wrong girl. Full of witty banter and swoony moments, it's the perfect romantic comedy to binge on.

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. I should know, I watched it happen. My twin and I didn’t believe we’d ever meet our mate, and then she showed up in our bar, and the world as we knew it changed. Fate hadn’t been kind to us. Not once. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that we lost her as soon as we claimed her. I spent so much time worried about her manipulative demon, I didn’t anticipate it would be my own sordid past that killed her.

"Lachlan King Caught Naked Kite-Surfing with Hollywood Starlet!” “Scandal Rocks King Family…Again!” “King Media Family Furious with Out-of-Control Second Son!” Yeah, I’ve seen the headlines, too. My family is threatening to disown me if I get near another bloody scandal. So I’m staying out of trouble. Or trying to…until I see her. It doesn’t matter that she’s dancing with someone else. The moment our gazes meet across a crowded club, I know one thing. I have to have her.

Everything is falling apart just as I thought it was coming together. The Mercer twins say I’m their mate. I believe them, even if I can’t let them claim me. No matter how badly my soul yearns to be theirs.

You don’t find many too-pretty rich boys in the New Zealand Defense Force. Turns out there’s a reason for that. Fortunately, you can find your true self in the oddest places. Of course, you can lose yourself in those places, too - at least some pieces of you. Since I was back home with a new leg, some facial alterations, and time on my hands, I might as well help out my sister. Showing a buyer around New Zealand’s ecotourism sites, having a few adrenaline-fueled adventures? Fine. It wasn’t like I’d never been camping, unlike the walking tornado that was Miss Karen Sinclair.