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Four years ago, Derek "Reign" Reiner gave me my first kiss and flipped my world upside down. Then, my brother's bandmate catapulted to stardom, becoming a veritable rock god, while I moved across the country. The last thing Derek expects is me on his band’s doorstep. Yet, here I am. Lost, uncertain about my future, and desperate to feel a connection—to my family, to my brother, to him.

Nobody knows our story or the reason I loathe Hudson Carmichael, and he will never know the way he broke me. Yet I can't rid myself of the attraction I feel for him or the way he makes my body burn. Will one night in his arms purge me of my need for him or have I just made the biggest mistake of my life? Audrey thinks I betrayed her that I walked away, she will never know just how much I sacrificed to save the only woman I have ever loved.

Most of my writing is in a series people seem to enjoy but there is a constant small crowd who say: I'd really like your take on an alien invasion story. Well this is for them. The bulk of the aliens come to Earth stories assume their vast superiority, sometimes invincibility. Sometimes they suddenly appear on the white house lawn dictating terms. I have yet to see one with them appearing at the Kremlin or Canberra which seems rather parochial. 

Potion-making? Nailed it. Avoiding minor explosions? Mostly. But keeping my life balanced is a whole different story, especially now that I'm forced to work with my ex-boyfriend, Jasper Blackwood-the wizard whose charm is as potent as his magic. And let me tell you, that's saying something.

There are worse things in life than being in love with your best friend-like being his fake fiancée. Until then, I felt like I had a handle on things. Sure, I was a hot mess when it came to magic-but my wedding planning business was thriving, and I got to secretly admire Troy every day at work. (Who was winning? Me, that's who.) But when an unexpected curse sends Troy scrambling for a fake fiancée, the line between reality and fantasy blurs. Soon, sparks are flying in every magical direction. (Is it getting hot in here? No, just me? Cool.)

Surviving Monday might be the biggest accomplishment of their lives. By 9:03 A.M. Monday, bank manager Indie Chase thinks her day can't get worse. She's dealt with spills, an ex-husband, and her preschooler on bank time. She's wrong, though. In a matter of moments, that day becomes the stuff of nightmares. Dax Reed is a reluctantly retired pro hockey player with a past he'd rather forget. He's well on his way to doing so, on his way to Hawaii for a well-deserved vacation, when everything goes to hell.

Greer always dreamed she'd have a life filled with love, laughter, and her own Prince Charming. But life showed her, time and again, that fairytale endings only exist in the movies. Or do they? When Greer flies to Vegas for her brother's wedding, she's reunited with Ryder Gray, the one man she ever dared to believe in. But after he ghosted her eight years earlier, she learned the hard way that Ryder is no different from the rest of them. Or is he?

Sixteen-year-old Nate Campbell grew up in the shadow of Murder Road–a street cursed by the vengeful spirit of the Hiding Boy. Every few years, for nearly six decades, a different house on that street has been the scene of a tragedy.

He's a giant of a man who grunts for words and barks out orders, yet circumstances require I be his fake girlfriend and spend the weekend with him in an isolated cabin. And of course there's only one bed. Just my luck . . .But I need this commission check that only Boston can guarantee me. So I hike up the mountain 'til I can't feel my legs, eat questionable canned beans for sustenance, and vow to simply ignore him for two days. What I didn't count on was a freak blizzard to lock us in the cabin for a bit longer.

After Macy escapes an awful situation, she's forced to go back to the town she left behind. Going back to help her dad run the hockey rink he owns wasn't how she saw herself rebuilding a future. Especially not with the three hockey players she meets that are absolutely obsessed with her.

The tattooed stranger rode a motorcycle while helping me collect stray cats. My boots gave me blisters and he carried me on his back. I needed help and he didn't ask questions before assisting me. Could there be a more perfect man? It just made sense to lick him and claim him as mine right then and there. I probably should have asked him more questions before we slept together. Like, what's your last name? Where've you been living before moving here to my hometown? Is my older brother your best friend? Those kinds of questions. But sadly, I didn't. And now I'm staring at two pink lines.

In the aftermath of loss and betrayal, they're left to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives, recovering in their separate corners of the world. That is until the long-lost kingdom invites them back to their shores for a festival of peace. Isolated to the spirit plane, Isla Vasileia has received a quest from the ancient gods. Ever since Isla took the magic from the elementals, the balance of nature has been greatly altered. To bring the world back into balance, what was taken must somehow be restored.

Xander Moore is the senior pilot at the Rapid Defense Center, the clearinghouse for America's defensive drone force. Although only in his mid-thirties, Xander is the "old man" at the Center, as other pilots are barely out of high school. But these kids, as gamers most of their lives, are skilled at remote drone operation and combat tactics.

He's a tattooed, blue-eyed jerk who has no business being a single dad. He's also my next-door neighbor, and after negotiations, my grumpy employer for the summer. I don't put up with cocky males normally, and I certainly won't put up with that man making noise at all hours of the day and night while he builds his glamp-ground. I offer advice, but the stubborn fool just turns his tractor on to drown me out. He returns the favor by pushing my buttons and making me so angry I can't see straight. And I really want to be able to see his gorgeous body in those well-worn jeans and backward hat.

Widower Atlas Stark has been left to raise his daughter and his infant cousin alone, while also trying to make partner at his law firm. If things at work weren't stressful enough, his home life is getting hairy too. His daughter's acting out, eager for her father's attention, and she's taking it out on the baby. Already stretched too thin, he's one frayed strand away from snapping. Desperate for help, he takes her to see a therapist. What he doesn't count on is her being a tall, blonde knock-out with sapphire eyes and a penchant for motorcycles. Too bad she annoys the crap out of him.

The Crawford family has underestimated me again. But this time, it's not just about vengeance; it's about safeguarding my future and protecting the family I hold dear. And Zeek—the sinister brother of my former best friend—has no idea what my sister is capable of. Justice must be served.

I am a prisoner in the place I once called home. Desolate. I am thousands of miles away from my mate. Waiting. Nothing will ever stop me loving my true mate, Phoenix Adair. Nothing. Not even Willow Creek's new alpha, my former best friend, Zade Crawford.

The brutal alpha of our rival Shadow Pack has a reputation for serving up malice and pain. Where he comes from, wolves roam free and lawless. A treaty forged over a hundred years ago is the only thing standing between all-out war between our packs.

Some would say that a little white lie doesn't hurt anything. In the orphans it is the catalyst that sends an already unstable world straight towards the brink of hell. The amount of loss that will come from decisions made will for some be life-changing and for the unfortunate will be life-ending.

Each day is a gift, even if it feels like torture at times, like the alternative could be an easier choice. The entire group is dealing with emotions and new faces, all while trying to secure somewhere safe to live and against all odds keep the turned from killing those who are left.