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What was supposed to be a summer romance became so much more. I fell for the small town anti-prince...and I have the scars to prove it. Nine years later, the prince is back - now as a big-city publishing king. Only this time he wants much more than a summer romance. He wants my publishing company. My concession. And me.

Hellboy comes to a crossroads in Enigma, Georgia, a small town beset by strange occurrences. Sent to keep an eye on Sarah Nail, a young girl hiding from the curse of her family, he becomes entangled in the blood debt of evil mystical preacher Brother Jester. Stuck between human malice and the mysteries of the occult, Hellboy comes up against an intrigue of ghosts, demon trees, talking bullfrogs, and a race of lost mutant children.

On the frozen shores of Sweden, a freak lightning storm reveals the skeleton of a giant man, his bony fist gripped tight to the shaft of an ancient iron hammer. It's not every day that the remains of a Norse god and his war hammer appear on a beach, and the occult detective called Hellboy knows that whatever is coming next won't be pleasant.

In 525 BC, the Persian king Cambyses sent 50,000 soldiers across the conquered Egyptian desert to take an oasis city not far from where the Libyan border stands today. According to Greek history, a hurricane-force sandstorm struck near the end of their 600-mile trek. The army - all 50,000 men - vanished without a single trace. Fast forward to 1986. A British archaeological team, sent to the edge of the Great Sand Sea to exhume evidence of the incident, has also gone missing.

Nate Reynolds is a smooth-talking playboy cop who finds himself wanting to settle down when he meets Jenny Jones, a forever kind of girl with hearts in her eyes. 

Merl is possibly the worst shepherd in Morgan Mount. He’s easily distracted. You see, Merl can see things that other folks in his village cannot...like letters over their heads. His best friend, Billy Muckspreader, has NPC. Except Merl doesn’t know what it spells, because Merl can’t read. But that’s not Merl’s only distraction. Buildings have even more letters over them, and he thinks they have numbers too. If he stares at a tree long enough, a golden plaque appears with all sorts of unintelligible nonsense on it.

She hates me. And we’ve never met.... To be fair, I hate her too. I’m not a party planner. Or anyone’s best man. But that’s what I’ve become the day my closest friend draws me and his soon-to-be sister-in-law into an engagement bash that is going to be one for the books. She’s bossy. I’m bossier. She’s stubborn. I’m hard as nails. Until we meet. At last. And everything f--king changes....

Hot publishing agents usually follow the rules: Men. Manuscripts. And Manolos. And I was failing at two of the three. At least...until my golden ticket to publishing fame lands in my lap. A tell-all with Colton Evans. Mr. Playboy Pro. An arrogant bastard who hides being a fan-favorite smile and a set of abs. And I don’t know which I hate more: The man or the myth. The sordid story...or the shocking truth. Guess there’s only one way to find out....

Brad had it all—a loving wife, two beautiful kids, and a steady life. But one reckless night shatters everything. When Liv discovers the betrayal, she walks away without looking back, determined to build a better life without him. Left alone to pick up the pieces, Brad is forced to confront the man he's become—selfish, complacent, and absent. As he learns how to truly show up for his children, he begins to understand the weight of what he lost.

Himnel. Narkolt. Gaij. The cities that have stood against him have learned the cost, but now, as Jax is forced to stand alone, to stare into the abyss and see what his own mistakes have brought about, Kronk dares to raise its head and threaten him. They're about to find out why he's called the Godslayer. The gods have a plan—gather ten divine fragments, ascend to godhood, and face an evil that has survived for millennia. But divine fragments don't come gift-wrapped. They're held by demigods, tyrants, and things that make the Dark Legion look like amateurs.

With the winds dispelled and secrets exposed, Jax has to convince those that survive that the best chance at safety is with the Empire. The best way to prove it? Eliminate the deadliest threats hunting them all. Jax, Oracle, and Sehran have survived the scorching desert and conquered the untamed wilds. Now they face their most treacherous challenge yet: unraveling the dark truth behind the succubai within the Tower of Gaij.

Stranded on a hostile continent with only Oracle and Sehran, Jax is facing a hard truth: all the power of his newfound crown means nothing in a land where no one knows his name—and wouldn't care if they did. Time's running out until the enemy find him, and without his friends and his legions, what chance does he have?

Ellie Isles first became obsessed with the I-64 Strangler when she saw her own face on one of his victims. Identical to every detail, the woman wasn’t her, but she could have been. Unable to stop herself from obsessing over her doppelganger’s death, Ellie wrote a true crime book about the Strangler and became a bestselling author. Four years and a dozen more victims later, the Strangler still hasn’t been caught, and many of his victims remain unidentified.

Sadie Wilson’s heart stops the moment the phone rings. Deep in her soul, she knows what’s coming, and the voice on the other end only confirms her fears: Emma never made it to school. Her sweet, scared five-year-old climbed onto the bus for her very first day of kindergarten…and then vanished.

Tyson Dawes is back from the dead! Broke, lost, and more pissed off than ever. Once the legendary leader of Silken Sands, Tyson's name echoed across the multiverse as the Windowpuncher, the man who tore down the Church of BuyMort and carved out an affiliate that stood for more than just profit margins. But that was a century ago. Betrayed, left to rot in the void, and stripped of everything, Tyson wakes to find his empire gone, his legacy twisted, and the people he cared about most lost to time. But Tyson isn't one to stay down for long.

In Montana, land was everything. But for an outsider, land was a means to an end… Ryder Stafford knows trouble when he sees it, and it’s heading straight for him with copper hair, green eyes and a boatload of sass. Victoria Forester has an indecent proposal in mind—pretend to be her cowboy...

Matt Sullivan broke my heart when I was eighteen, and I told myself I would never forgive him. And I haven't. I won't. Except not forgiving him was a lot easier when I didn't live in Calico Cove. After ten years away, I'm back in my hometown, and Matt Sullivan is everywhere. He's the captain of the ferry boat that takes me out to see my mom and grandmother. He's always at my sister's bookstore. I can't even get a cup of coffee without seeing his stupid, handsome face. It doesn't seem to matter that we're mortal enemies. Our chemistry is still as explosive as ever.

As the cosmos reels, the precarious balance of BuyMort is on the brink of collapse. The Sleem have fallen, leaving a power vacuum that echoes across the multiverse. New threats loom as the Church initiates a desperate crusade, not just for dominance but for survival. Facing them? Tyson Dawes, the Windowpuncher, Warlord of Nu-Earth, and CEO of Silken Sands. Meeting the relics of the Church with relics of his own, tricking, baiting, and battling the tremendous power of the Beholders, some say he has gone too far.

Hockey players and ice skaters do not mix. Tell that to the new bane of my existence, Olivia Tyler-Branch, figure skater turned NHL skating coach. She knows her stuff, but I can't let her past my defenses. I fell hard for her once before. Now, I need to be focused on the game not on Olivia's soft honey blonde hair, her feisty competitive streak, or the heartbreak behind her eyes. The two of us are hot enough to melt ice, but the stakes are too high.

There are two things you need to know about me. First, I am not cool. No, no, don't let my tuxedo shirt and anklet socks fool you. I'm twenty-six-year-old-virgin not cool. I'm carry-my cat-around-in-a-special-backpack not cool. Second, I'm cursed. Every Piedmont woman is. We are doomed to fall in love with men who will break our hearts. So, I'm never going to fall in love. But I wouldn't mind a little flirting. To do it, I need someone to teach me how.