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I was created to be the perfect weapon with forty-eight confirmed eliminations and counting. I'm the best in the business. But my newest target is threatening to destroy everything. Who puts a hit out on a therapist? His biggest crime is talking to his plants every morning. Now, instead of taking the shot, I've broken my contract to protect him and every Ferryman in North America is out to claim the bounty on my head. We've got one chance at survival, and it means facing the man who spent twenty-six years molding me into his perfect weapon.

Nalia never expected to move back to her hometown, especially not with her ten-year-old sister in tow. But when her biological mother is sent to prison, she finds herself stepping into the role of parent. Overwhelmed with her new reality, she turns to the one place she has always felt safe. Home with her family. What she doesn’t expect when she moves home is him.

All I want is to get my flower shop off the ground—on my own terms. But when trouble strikes… the town's most off-limits Alphas come to my rescue. Jake, the steady protector who's always been by my side. Ash, the brooding heir who walked away from his empire. Rowan, the wildcard who swore he'd never fall for anyone. I don't want to need them. I can't need them. Until my heat hits out of nowhere… And suddenly, they're all I can think about. But someone wants me gone for good. And claiming me might cost them everything.

I'm on the run again. My mates are gone, the packs are fractured, and our world teeters on the edge of ruin. If the corrupt Eastern leaders keep their stranglehold on the Council, there'll be nothing left worth fighting for. I know what I have to do: run. This time, though, I'm running straight into the heart of danger. And I'm not alone.

Some people come to the city of sin for gambling and partying—I did one better and left as Mrs. Travis Bennett. My annoyingly handsome and charming neighbor has been asking me out for weeks. After nearly costing me my gymnastics career, I've tried to stay far away from the hot, cocky hockey player. And now I'm legally bound to him. When the media gets wind of our whirlwind romance, we agree to stay married until my season starts to avoid a PR nightmare. I think it's a mistake. He thinks it's fate. And he's doing everything he can to prove me wrong.

Declan was her always. From the day they met to the moment they said I do, he filled her world with the kind of love that made forever feel too short. Their first days as husband and wife pass in a blur of laughter, happiness, and the quiet certainty that nothing could change the way she felt about him... until she overhears a conversation that was never meant for her ears.

Being a lawyer seemed like a way to do good in the world, but dealing with sketchy clients and questionable deals is draining my idealism. I want out, but I don't know where to go. Dylan seems to have his head screwed on straight, but I can't fall into his arms when I'm not sure about my own future. He's so perfect that it's getting me all tangled up inside.

Hours of second chance romance, best friends-to-lovers, grumpy-sunshine, and dating the coach’s daughter…all in the second, oh-so-bingable, Bad Motherpuckers box set.

Clara was never meant to be a mother, a goddess, or the glue that holds her weird but somewhat functional found family together—but here she is, doing all three with the grace of a tipsy flamingo in a minefield. With the Sea Kingdom demanding her son, Luc, return to the Sea and begin training as their heir, war brews on all sides of Clara's crumbling sanctuary. Dave, injured but alive, finally awakens, claiming he wants peace. But when secrets unravel and old magic awakens, Clara discovers that Dave's loyalty might not lie where she thought. Again.

Evie Taylor knows how to survive. She ran with nothing but a bag of clothes, stolen cash, and the kind of scars that don't fade. Now, six years later, she's built a life in Thunder Ridge—raising her twin boys, slinging coffee at the local diner, and keeping her past buried where it belongs. But when Maddox Wilder storms into her orbit, all jagged edges and brooding stares, she realizes some ghosts don't stay dead.

TAKEN. SILENCED. Decorated in gold, she landed at the feet of a man who hates her. She’d been taken, stripped of her name, and then her voice. One minute, she’d been a struggling college student. The next, she’s living a nightmare. Or at least, another one, because lessons from her brutal childhood would provide her with the tools to navigate her new reality with the man who’d won her.

Six weeks. That's how long my editor gave me to change my book from a baseball romance to one about hockey. A complete rewrite. Which is how I find myself in Montana, a thousand miles from home, researching hockey, and preparing to meet a local expert. There's one small problem. Or rather a big one. A big, grumpy problem. My expert is none other than Nick Galaxy—the single dad and hockey captain I ran into minutes after landing in Montana and made a… well, let's just say I didn't make the best first impression. Neither did he, for that matter.

There are rules to the ritual. Enter the masquerade willingly. Submit to the bidding. Try to survive what comes after. I never planned to be part of the Blood Moon Ritual—an ancient tradition where warlocks hunt and claim women under the guise of a dark ceremony. But when a mysterious invitation appears in my favorite book and a gown shows up at my door, I make one reckless decision.

Inheriting the Everhart Inn was never part of my plan, but here I am—back in Twilight Harbor, staring down the past I ran from. And the first people I run into… Ethan was my first love. My biggest mistake. He's bigger, broodier, and even more gorgeous than I remember. Tyler is the reformed bad boy with a cocky grin and hands that can fix everything. And Brodie is the man who unravels me with a single look—and everything an Omega dreams of.

Homicide detective Max Jagger has dedicated his life to one thing—speaking for the dead. During one of the most oppressive heat waves on record, the former Navy SEAL is called to a scene where a real estate heiress is found standing over a body, covered in blood, holding the murder weapon. She says she's innocent.

When Louise Sloane's search for a missing person brings her to the snow-covered town of Berry Springs, she's forced to confront the unthinkable: the case is tied to the infamous String Strangler. Her quest for answers leads her to the home of a reclusive former inmate with eyes as cold as ice.

Zoey Chandler has spent the last year quaking in her boots, scared of her shadow . . . and the male population in general. So when Deputy Chase Manning, her brother's best friend, moves back to their small hometown after years in a metropolitan police department, she is both wary and intrigued when she realizes he shares traumas as deeply scarring as her own. In an effort to return a semblance of safety and strength to Zoey's life, Chase makes a proposal: he wants to train her in self-defense techniques to better protect her . . . and her infant child.

Roxsanna Roberts has sworn off men entirely. She's a self-sufficient, independent woman and doesn't need any man, thank you very much. Especially when that man is Travis Hayes, the dangerously attractive MMA fighter that teaches the kickboxing class she takes for self-defense . . . because a restraining order is just a piece of paper. She learned that lesson the hard way.

Kasey Corcoran lives his life in the fast lane; chasing cars is his profession, and chasing women . . . is one of his preferred pursuits. So when he meets Shauntelle Kendall, a bombshell with a fiery temperament and an even wilder heart, she is exactly the kind of woman Kasey is compelled to chase. Fresh out of a broken engagement, Shauntelle has sworn off men, especially the cocky—though outrageously attractive—Kasey.

Sparks ignited when I fell at Isaac Holt's feet—literally. Although his unique-colored eyes sheltered an arsenal of secrets, the immediate connection between the brooding businessman and me were undeniable. With lines crossed and a date penciled in, things were set to get roasting... until fate intervened. Even being my first week on the job won’t alter the facts: not even rookie federal agents are allowed to date their targets.