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Werewolf billionaire Zach knows only one thing—he and Stella, an assassin from an opposing pack, were meant to be together. But they've slept together and their mating bond didn't take, so he's condemned himself to be alone, whereas she's gone back to her world of being a killer for hire...

From theNew York Times bestselling author of Archer’s Voice comes a slow burn, grumpy sunshine romance about finding the courage to move forward when the past has torn you apart, perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover and Lucy Score. Crystal learned long ago that love brings only pain. Feeling...

Despite his scrappy punk packaging, Evan's got a submissive streak in him that's just screaming to be indulged. So on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, Evan's wife Margie arranges for them to ring out his twenties by realizing his darkest fantasy—inviting another man into their bedroom. Margie's found the perfect candidate for Evan's birthday treat. Paul works as a bouncer at their favorite bar, and lucky for Evan and Margie, he's every bit the sexual Dominant his intimidating body suggests.

After my mom died, I knew I was at serious risk of a blue Christmas. The only upside to being called home from my wanderlust lifestyle is the chance to see Brady again. But will nice-list Brady be willing to get a little naughty if he thinks I'll be running off to another globetrotting adventure after eight wild nights? And can I pack away my feelings like holiday decorations after I've unwrapped the gift of being with Brady?

Jack: You would think that rescuing my boss and helping deliver her happily-ever-after would earn me a few points with Karma, or at least a couple nights off, but luck has never been on my side. I’ve got to make my own way in this new reality: my Mistress is dead, but Maya needs help fighting off other vampire gangs, a sacred warrior is after me for my part in their partner’s death, I’ve got a bloodslave following me like a pup, Francesca is breathing down my neck, the Dark Ink staff are in revolt, and the perpetual temptation of Zach is right next door.

I loved Vincent and he loved me. Undoubtedly, incontrovertibly, with the fire of a thousand suns. But before me? He loved Max. The man who broke his heart, and the reason he had a wolf print tattooed upon his chest. I didn’t expect Vincent to get gunned down, but Vincent knew he was in danger—and he knew only one man could save me from dying too. He threw me into Max’s strong arms from beyond the grave. Max and I both want to avenge Vincent, more than anything—and Max is capable of it because he’s a freaking werewolf. The only problem is, he needs a mate, and I’m just human me.

Angela: I know fear well. It’s had me looking over my shoulder since the day I ran from The Pack, Nevada’s most dangerous werewolf motorcycle gang. I’ve had seven years to build a life and my tattoo parlor with the help of my best artist, Jack. But I’m living on borrowed time. My ex-boyfriend may still be in prison, but that won’t stop him from getting what he wants—our son.

Davies McKellan is a man without a true home. The cocky mining contractor navigator has spent his entire adult life roaming the stars and refusing to be tied down by anyone. But that doesn’t come without cost. Like loneliness. When Davies makes his first run to the planet Pfahrn, he meets Olarte, a Pfahrn who intrigues him in ways he never dreamed possible. Except duplicity and deadly secrets are a killer combo that’ll make any man rethink his past. And if the eight-foot-tall green alien is Davies’ future, he might be down for that. He’s got priorities, though.

As chief of staff to the governor of Florida, Carter has a well-deserved rep as a bastard extraordinaire. But when he's dealing with two governors for the price of one on Christmas Eve, will the Master find himself outmatched and outmaneuvered by his wily political pets?

I never come in second—that's just how my daddy raised me. Except now, I find myself willingly choosing exactly that—being second. Publicly, I might seem to serve at the governor's pleasure, but that's nothing close to the truth. He serves me at mine. Especially the pleasure part. We both serve my husband, Carter. Or, as Owen dubbed him long ago, the bastard extraordinaire. I never knew what I was really getting into when I met Owen and Carter. Maybe it's better I didn't. Maybe I would've run away if I had.