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I'm not supposed to leave the house. But what my husband doesn't know won't kill him. I break his rules every morning on my runs. It's always been best when I have a routine. So every day I wake up, run, clean the house, wish for a better life, repeat. Every day is exactly the same. Except Thursdays. I live and breathe for Thursdays. It's when he comes. I watch from a distance. I can't help myself. But I was never supposed to talk to him. I know what you're thinking. But you don't know my story. You don't know the kind of monster my husband is. And trust me, you have no idea who I am.

Goal: Find a boyfriend, get married, buy a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, and pop out 2.5 kids. Deadline: Sixty days. That's possible, right? There is no doubt that, this year, home for the holidays takes on a whole new, terrifying meaning. I have to travel from New York City - my home and safe haven for the last 15 years - to my tiny hometown in Vermont for Christmas, my baby sister's wedding, and my high school reunion. 

Long have we been alone; without brides, without females to warm us during the long nights, without sweet mates. But we see them from afar, the brides that could be ours. Kept away from us by walls and weapons. Females we long for greatly...obsessively. Human females. And the one with red hair? I want her. I saw her first. I will fight to the death for her. She is mine. So, we’ll come together and make an exchange with their men that will benefit us all. After that? To the winner goes the spoil. Let the hunt begin...but the red-headed female is mine.

I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. In fact, some of them almost ruined me. But I am a good person. I want to make amends. I want to fix things with my sister and finally have my life back. I want to change, and I'm trying. But I just can't let the past go. Reaper doesn't make it easy for me. He hates me with a passion. He's vowed to do whatever he can to get me out of my sister's life and away from his club. It doesn't matter. He won't stop me. No matter how terrified of him I am, nothing is going to stop me from changing my destiny and trying to fix the wrongs from my past.

Owen Riggins is too good to be true. The best things in life usually are. He's good looking, generous, and interested in me. Too bad someone like him and someone like me aren't meant to be together. He's used to the best things in life, and I've grown up with the worst. Building a better life means working hard and staying on track, not falling for some sexy suit with a brooding stare who is just passing through. Life has taught me not to trust, and even though I want him more than anything, I don't need his charity or his love....

In 1994, The Mistress Manual was born as a simple pink guidebook self-published by an experienced dominant woman. She moved on to other efforts, and the book fell out of print - much to the disappointment of thousands of eager submissive men and dominant women. Now, the classic is available once more, in an updated new edition.

From the first moment I sit next to the sexy suit on the plane, the butterflies in my stomach have nothing to do with turbulence and everything to do with the way he's looking at me. When we land, he gives me his number, and I promise to call. Before I get the chance, we meet again. It turns out he's my new boss and nothing like the gentle stranger from the plane. The longer I'm with Royce, the more I realize he has many layers, and I want to uncover them all one by one. If only he would let me in.

One look at Grant Riggins standing in my bakery looking at me like I'm his last meal is enough to know I'm in way over my head. He's relentless in his pursuit. The kind of man I could get lost in. But Grant makes me wish for things I can't have. I've finally got my life back. The last thing I need is to fall for the first man to give me a second glance, even if he does seem sincere in his efforts to win me over.

Everyone always says the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else. Well, I guess I've never been one to believe it. Cheated on by my football-star boyfriend and betrayed by my closest friend, I'm not looking for yet another chance to get hurt. Kye Collins isn't just a guy. He's the guy. A star on a D1 football team. The owner of a panty-melting smile and abs that'll have you fanning yourself and tingling in places you shouldn't. Oh… and he's my brother's best friend.

I never imagined that one night could end the friendship Beau Bishop and I’d had since birth and sever all ties between our families. Especially when less than an hour prior to that tragic accident at the racetrack that night, he had confessed his love to me under the bleachers. A bond I’d thought could never be broken was smashed to smithereens in an instant. He left Alabama, hightailing it to Florida without so much as a goodbye. Two years later, we crossed paths again. Only he’s no longer known as Beau Bishop. No, now the boy that I’ve been in love with my entire life is called Bama.

With her by my side, my reign is complete. Until one uncovered truth shines a light on the throne of lies I've been sitting on for years. A revelation with the power to test the bonds of brotherhood like never before. My ruthless obsession to protect what's mine burns hotter than ever. Promises I've made to my brothers I burn to keep. Vows made to my wife I swear to honor. Through the web of tangled loyalties, one thing remains clear. Hope is embedded in my soul.

Lilith Goode is dating - and in love with - five gorgeous rock stars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. But can one woman really love five different men? What if they're all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken? And what if they all need her as much as she needs them?  

What do you do when the love of your life forgets? Not the good times. Not the love. Not the passion. But the pain and heartbreak and betrayal. He doesn't remember that he broke my heart. But I do. He doesn't remember the darkest parts of our marriage. He doesn't remember that six months ago, I said goodbye. What do you do when the love of your life remembers your marriage but not your divorce?

One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together. 

Young, dumb, and broke. That's what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode's life is over. Done. Destroyed. Ten words. One text. That's what it took to change the whole world. A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That's what it takes to start all over again. Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls. But can one broken person really put another back together again? And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?  

Love is strange. It comes out of nowhere, and there's no logic to it. It's not methodical. It's not scientific. It's pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be dangerous because they fuel love...and hate. I'm now a reluctant connoisseur of both - an expert through immersion. I know them intimately. When I fell in love with Miranda, it was swift and blind. She was the person I'd elevated to mythical status in my head, in my dreams. Here's the thing about dreams: They're smoke.

When offered the keys to the kingdom, I all but pissed on the throne. I didn't need the figurative crown to become the king, and I sure as hell didn't want anything more to do with the little queen. When the power started to shift and lives were being torn apart, justice needed to be served. Who better to serve it up...than me?

Reaper didn’t think it was possible to be deceived by anything, or anyone, after the hell he had gone through. But Ginny proved him wrong. Not only wasn’t she the woman he believed her to be, but she had also sacrificed herself to pay for his crimes. The only part of finding out who Ginny was that didn’t surprise him was that she was a thief. He already knew that - she had been stealing bits and pieces of his soul since he’d met her.

One touch was all it took to pierce through the hatred, the revenge, the payback that kept Reaper’s sanity in check. Unable to bear to be touched, Ginny breezed through his safeguards, stirring the flames of desire, trying to make him believe love was possible again, but his tortured soul just wanted to find the peace he had promised himself once all his enemies were there to keep him company in hell. One look was all it took for Ginny to recognize her soul mate. Now she was determined to show him that love, mercy, and forgiveness would bring the light back into his life.

Gavin had believed himself untouchable. There wasn’t an inch of his body that hadn’t been taught to eliminate any threat, both to himself and others, as a Navy SEAL. Not only had he been trained to be a warrior, but a strategist who could accomplish any mission that he was given. Until the day he was blindsided by a brother with his own agenda and was forced to accept that everything he had believed in had been an illusion.