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Venesa Andersen has never been good. She wasn't good enough for her parents, and she isn't good enough for the gangster uncle who took her in after they died. But she's cunning. Beautiful. Dutiful to her uncle's demands. And she doesn't have time for a moral compass, anyway. When her runaway cousin returns to their coastal southern town, she brings a man with her . . . and Venesa soon realizes he's the only one who's ever seen her for her. There's just one problem: she can never have him.

Wolf shifter and fashion designer Zane Bellamy has a secret: he's "face-blind," unable to recognize people easily no matter how often he's seen them. Victoria Hawthorne has a secret, too, but if she's learned anything from teaching first graders, it's that the best way to keep a secret is to not tell anybody. She and Zane have that in common . . . but absolutely nothing else. Haute couture collides with ordinary life when Vicki wins a dress design by Zane himself.

My life is pretty normal now. No demons. No soul contracts. No supernatural serial killers trying to stab me in a dark alley. It's all very safe—and boring. But when Lucifer shows up in Hell's Kitchen, he drags me into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. One I can't lose. If he gets his hands on me, he'll bind me to his side. Why? No one knows.

Carter Kane ruins me. In one blink, he damages my body, destroys my career, and shatters my life. In the weeks that follow, he takes my heart, claims my soul, and saves me. Drawn to his seafoam green eyes and devilish smirk, Carter's charming in a way that the men in my world aren't. He challenges me to want more, replaces my brokenness with confidence, and forces me to believe in myself again.

Two pink lines = game changer. Because I got knocked up by Denver Kane. My best friend's older brother. An ex-con. He's supposed to be off-limits. But I've been hot for Denver since before he even realized I existed. And it's more than his bad boy persona. Sure, he's a sexy, hulking alpha male with a man-bun and the darkest eyes I've ever seen. But he's also captivating, genuine, and doesn't care what anyone thinks.

I'm done. Getting ditched at the altar is nothing compared to being humiliated there in front of three hundred shocked guests. Apparently I'm no good at spotting the signs your man's a cheating liar. So I set off solo on my honeymoon to Hawaii, where I realize I've got this life thing down just fine on my own. Friendships and laughter? Yes. Adventures? Absolutely. But relationships? Hell no. Never again.

Wittgenstein's Mistress is a novel unlike anything David Markson or anyone else has ever written before. It is the story of a woman who is convinced and, astonishingly, will ultimately convince the listener as well that she is the only person left on earth. Presumably she is mad. And yet so appealing is her character, and so witty and seductive her narrative voice, that we will follow her hypnotically as she unloads the intellectual baggage of a lifetime in a series of irreverent meditations on everything and everybody from Brahms to sex to Heidegger to Helen of Troy.

When my magic manifested at puberty, my parents sold me to the Illuminati. The Order of the Illuminati trained me as an assassin, spy, and thief. But when they sent me to steal a magical artifact that reveals Truth in all things, I discovered that I was working for the Dark and not the Light. The Illuminati trained me well, and paid the ultimate price for their deception.

Who needs a man? They're nothing but a distraction. A disappointment. They sweep you off your feet, promise you forever. Then, as soon as another beautiful woman shows them interest, they leave you crying alone on the sidewalk with your dreams of a life together crushed. And the sexy playboy who keeps showing up everywhere I go is the definition of distraction and inevitable disappointment. I can live without that heartbreak. I have everything I need to make me happy - a job, school, friends, and family that I love. Yep. Mind made up. It's just a shame my heart didn't get the memo.

Seven years ago, Jaxon Kane enlisted in the army and shattered my heart. Now, he's back. Except too much has changed while he was gone. The spirited, passionate girl he first fell in love with no longer exists. I live as a shadow of my former self, a shell of damaged dreams and unfulfilled potential. Too broken for second chances, too broken for him, I cling to my dark secret. I'll hide the truth from Jax no matter the cost.

Things have gotten a little complicated. Asmodeus and I thought we could win the game, but we were wrong. It's only just beginning. Determined to keep us apart, Lucifer drags me into a world of flames. There's only one way out. I have to sign a demon contract. Again. But the terms of the deal are far worse than I could have ever imagined. Lucifer offers the unthinkable. He'll end the brutal game for souls and spare the world from eternal torment. On one condition. I must rip out Az's heart.

Chef Charlee has spent a lifetime trying to outrun her difficult past. A head chef job in a small town might be the start of something new—but she never expected the boss to be more sizzling hot than anything she's ever cooked! But keeping her mind on the job is the only choice. If only she would stop imagining the kitchen counter as a great place for a steamy rendezvous . . . (No! You prepare food on that! Stop thinking that way! But he's so handsome . . . !)

Last month, I was living out of my car. Now I'm couch-surfing in Brooklyn. All I've got are some bad memories, an empty bank account, and a pigeon I named Hendrix. So when a mysterious, sinfully hot man offers me a deal, I have no choice but to accept. I'll pretend to be his live-in girlfriend for a month. In exchange, he'll give me a job at his exclusive club in Hell's Kitchen.

In November 2021, Eve and Patrick grow uneasy when they read an article about the arrest of a strange, disoriented woman on the Lower East Side. Based on the descriptions of her clothing and behavior, Eve is sure the woman has time traveled. She convinces Patrick they must help the woman, as others had helped them during their time travel journeys.

When the ley lines - the orderly rivers of magical energy that circle the globe - went wild, chaos ensued. Magic hid in the shadows for hundreds of years, but then a secret order took control of one of the world's largest religions. Their goal is to rule the world, and the first step is to control the ley lines and magic users. I didn't escape the Illuminati just to become a slave to the Knights Magica. If they want me, they're going to have a fight on their hands.

Eve and Patrick Gantly are living a normal life in 2019 New York, preparing to celebrate the Christmas season. To their delight, Eve is three months pregnant. Despite their happiness, Eve is having premonitions that something dreadful is about to occur. Concerned about the future and the safety of their child, she insists that they destroy the time-travel lantern.

Casey doesn't have much luck in the dating department, so when her girlfriends ditch their girls only weekend for a couple's retreat, she's forced to take desperate measures. Refusing to be the only single one, she does what any quick-thinking girl would do: She lies. It was almost too easy hiring a stranger to pretend to be her hot, rich, successful boyfriend. What she didn't plan on was him being hot, successful, and way too much trouble for her liking.

On a solo ski vacation in Canyon Mines, Colorado, Tucker has a love-hate relationship with his wealth, spending indiscriminately while skiing fearlessly and preparing to conquer the overgrown slope of Hidden Run, a dangerous run not attempted in decades. As genealogist Jillian tries to uncover enough of Tucker's family tree to understand his charming nature but reckless resolve, Jillian's equally charming father, Nolan, cajoles Tucker into giving him ski lessons to get him talking about the suspicious circumstances surrounding his grandfather's life in St. Louis in the 1930s.

It's not that I don't believe Silas when he tells me who he really is. It's that I don't want to. Of all the families in all the world, that boy had to be a Fairfield. In retrospect, I should have guessed as much. A guy sneaking around the Acre Hotel, so irrationally handsome it leaves me breathless? There's only one bloodline he could've come from. One night. That's how long it takes before I'm hooked. Silas shows me, over and over again, that he isn't like his family. He comes from a life of bad luck and hard work, like me. We could have something incredible. And for a while, we do.

They don't call me Belinda Boring for nothing. It's my name, after all. And for a 23-year-old with plain brown hair who still lives at home and gets tongue tied over nothing, it's a fitting one. I'm not even one of those quiet girls with a hidden talent, unless making a mean order of nachos at the NHL arena I work at counts. My life consists of working, reading, and harboring a secret crush on a hockey player who doesn't know I exist. At least, until we accidentally meet and become unlikely friends.