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Veronica “Vero” Mercer grew up with grifters for parents, and she knows her way around a con. When grad school bills pile up and her friends are in trouble, she turns her art history skills into a forgery side hustle. It’s supposed to be a short term deal, but her work draws the attention of Dr. Viktor Ashworth, a reserved, very British professor. Instead of turning her in, Ashworth kidnaps her—politely—and makes an unusual offer: forge a mysterious ancient manuscript for him.

Alistair Oliphant has devoted his entire life to his clan's well-being. As one of the laird's bastard sons, he's determined to prove his worth by managing the Oliphants' correspondence, alliances, land stewardship, trading schedules, and about a million other—boring—aspects of keeping a busy Highland clan going. When his father declares whichever of his sons marries and produces a son first will become the next laird, Alistair figures his destiny has finally arrived. The only problem is...he just doesn't have the time to find a wife.

Kiergan Oliphant considers himself the only sane one in his family; what other explanation could there be for why all five of his brothers have fallen in love and gotten married, just because their father made a stupid ultimatum? Sure, the laird declared whichever son married and produced a son first would become his heir, but is that really any reason for a man to give up his freedom? Because if there's one thing Kiergan likes, it's his freedom. And women. And those little berry tart things the cook makes. And the freedom to do things with women. Aye, four things he likes.

Rocque Oliphant has simple wants: a fine sword at his hip, a good meal in his belly, and a lusty wench by his side. His position as the Oliphant Commander, leader of men, ensures the first, and his long-term affair with Merewyn, the clan healer, ensures the second and third. She brings him joy - and pleasure - in a way he once only dreamed of!

Max Hart is the last man on earth I’d ever want. We’re usually fighting it out on opposing sides of the courtroom, not diving headfirst into an illicit affair. I didn’t realize it was him when I let my inhibitions drop. Dating in the dark was meant to be anonymous, a thrill, and a way to escape my life for one night. But I didn’t expect to be drawn to the devil. Just one taste of Max Hart, and I’m in trouble. Because Max isn’t just my rival; he’s the one person who can destroy everything I’ve been hiding, yet I can’t seem to stay away.

Do you know that feeling when life is moving along without incident, but in your gut you sense something is coming? Yeah...me too. That something turned out to be property I inherited from my estranged father. One small problem: My father lived in New York City, while I live in California. Oh, another thing...my dad thought it’d be a good idea to split the building he owned in SoHo between me and his tenant, the undeniably maddening Brad Navarro.

Laird Oliphant's sons have no choice but to get married. Without an heir, the laird has gathered his sons - his six illegitimate sons, all born in the same year - and declared whoever presents him with a grandson first will become the next Highland Laird.

For better or for worse. When I said those words in front of the pastor, I meant them. But that was before everything changed. Before it became clear that my wife would be better off without me. I had no choice but to sabotage us, and that was exactly what I did. Even though I pushed Paige to leave, it still hurt like hell, watching her do it. I’d never love another woman for as long as I lived. She was it for me. I guess those are the sacrifices we make for the people we love. And if I couldn’t make her dreams come true, I had no right to keep her. Not completely anyway.

Malachy Bane is running out of time—and chances. Demons stalk the shadows. The Mage Tribunal wants his head. And Cora, the woman who once held his heart, is slipping through his fingers. Now the Realmwalker has returned from death, dragging long-buried secrets and a reckoning soaked in blood and betrayal.

I've come to seek the truth. To put the law firm on trial for representing the man which tore my world apart. Hart Law must answer for their actions. I had it all planned out. I would take a job in their records department, access the relevant files to expose their cover up, and then blow them up in the press. That was until I laid eyes on Nathan Hart. Head of the firm, undeniably sexy and impenetrable. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn’t resist just one night with the enemy. But that's when it all went wrong.

He's a beast. A killer. A dark shadow with blood on his hands and violence in his veins. He's the monster that comes at midnight. The one I watch from my bedroom window, holding my breath, wondering if he has finally come for me. It's only a matter of time before he takes me. His ballerina girl. It's a promise he made the first time he caught me staring at him. ‘You will be mine.' It's impossible not to fear him. My bones tremble every time I hear his name. Granite. President of the American Street Kings MC.

For three years, Penelope ruled her fishing boat and restaurant with an iron will and a sharp tongue, keeping her five-man crew firmly in line—and at a distance. She's ignored the heat simmering between them, burying her desires under long hours and a no-nonsense attitude. But when a devastating fire reduces her restaurant to ash and leaves her crew without a roof over their heads, everything changes.

Most days, I steal from ships to earn a living. Not glamorous, admittedly, but it's honest work. Okay, fine. It isn't honest either, but it means I get to eat. Until one night, a sinfully sexy angel strides into my favorite dance hall and compels me to work for him. It isn't just work, though. He wants me to be his wife in Castle Hades. Apparently, his prophetic dreams say I'll help him become king.

The angel of death locked me in one of his castle rooms, surrounded by books and delicious food. Not bad, right? Except for the loneliness, and the lust-fueled dreams that torment me every night - specifically dreams of Samael. And did I mention a psychotic ghost keeps trying to kill me? Because no one else believes me about that. Now, I’m desperate to get out of the castle and hunt down the murderous Free Men who led to my imprisonment. Samael wants to destroy them too. We have the same goal but don't trust each other.

Natalie Barsotti is on a mission. She wants to prove the existence of shifters in a small community. Getting a job as a nurse in Winterland, Alaska, is only the first part of her plan. If only a certain mayor wasn’t so irresistible and so damn grumpy, it would make her operation so much easier.

Single mom Tiana Fitzgerald has sworn off all romantic relationships to protect herself and her daughter. Her track record is disastrous, and she’s done getting hurt. But a certain sexy Scotsman in Crimson Point has other ideas and somehow manages to sneak past her defenses at every turn. As the hits keep coming and her life implodes, she begins to see he’s unlike any man she’s ever known.

'Sweet, steamy and cosy - perfect for autumn' ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ READER REVIEW 'I absolutely loved it' ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ READER REVIEW Isabella Tucci is not looking for love. Leaving London and her cheating ex far behind to open her dream restaurant, she's promised herself: no men, and no...

New York Times Bestselling Author Lynsay Sands delivers another sexy historical romance set in the wilds of the Highlands In all her daydreams about her wedding day, Lady Claray MacFarlane never once imagined being dragged to the altar by her greedy uncle and forced to marry a man she didn’t...

When her mentor kicks the bucket, Isla's dream of owning her beloved Highland pub crashes and burns, landing in the laps of three sinfully tempting American brothers. There's Theo, the grumpy one whose scowls make her want to climb him like a tree. Henry, the rugged heartbreaker whose mouth should come with a warning label. And Dylan, the adorkable numbers guy hiding a devil behind those glasses. They may own her pub, but she owns something better: the recipe for their undoing.

Rage. It’s toxic. It poisons you. Corrupts you. Smothers your heart until it no longer beats. You can’t run from it. There’s no escape. Once it seizes control, it won’t stop until revenge bleeds the tears of justice. The day he took her, he destroyed my humanity, turning me into a bloodthirsty savage. Now, I’m driven by my hunger to see the snake bleed. To hear his screams and relish his cries.