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That moment when your spectacular one night stand turns out to be your sexy, older new boss. FML. Brantley Phipps doesn’t want a boyfriend. In his line of work, relationships are impossible. All he wants is one night of fun before he starts his 10-week rotation as assistant hotel director on a cruise ship. He scores the jackpot with a hot older guy who hits all his yes, please buttons and who wants the same thing as him. Their chemistry is explosive, hot damn. Talk about a night to remember. That should last him a while.

Judah has hit rock bottom. He’s broke, he’s homeless, and he’s about to outwear his welcome with his friends. Plus, he's shoved so deep into the closet, he's one step away from Narnia. His last chance is entering The Right Note TV contest in the hopes of winning. What he doesn’t count on is losing…his heart.

Being the president’s son was never something Kenn wanted, but it’s the reality nonetheless. Home from college with nothing to do, he’s elated when his father hires a tutor to prepare him for law school. Professor Warrick Duvall is kind, smart, and he has time for Kenn when no one else does. When the unthinkable happens and Kenn’s world is rocked to its core, it’s Warrick who is there for him, and the friendship with him is the only thing that keeps Kenn going. Warrick takes care of him, helps Kenn find his footing again, and they grow even closer.

Nie hätte Ilian geglaubt, König zu werden. Doch als seine Schwester abrupt abdankt, ist er fest entschlossen, der Thronfolger zu sein, den Schweden braucht. Aber die Umfragewerte sind miserabel und zudem hat seine Schwester eine königliche Hochzeit mit ihrem Verlobten geplant, die bereits Unsummen an Steuergeldern verschlungen hat, nach ihrer Abdankung jedoch nicht mehr stattfinden wird. Die einzige Lösung? Ilian muss statt seiner Schwester heiraten. Ideal wäre jemand, der standesgemäß ist und die Herzen des Volkes im Sturm für sich erobern kann.

Hi, my name is Fisher, and I'm hooked on my dad's rival. I've been in love with Hudson Nash for years, but he's too stubborn to admit he wants me, too. For a whole bunch of stupid reasons. Like the fact that I'm too young. (What's a twenty-year gap? Age is just a number, am I right?) And a virgin. (Which he could easily fix!) And maybe not the best choice, given he and my dad hate each other. (It's not that ba—Okay, it is that bad, but our love could totally rise above, right? It would be epic!)

An actress practically since birth, Grace Durand has finally made it in Hollywood. When a photo of her in a seeming compromising situation with another woman is plastered all over the tabloids, she fears for her career as a lead in romantic movies. Desperate for a publicist who’ll convince America that she’s straight, Grace hires Lauren Pearce, one of Hollywood’s leading PR agents, not knowing that she’s a lesbian.

Ich will meinen Eltern unbedingt beweisen, dass ich mehr kann, als mich nur um Straßenkatzen zu kümmern. Dafür sind die Verhandlungen mit Christopher Harris meine große Chance, einen gewinnbringenden Deal für unser Unternehmen abzuschließen. Ich bekomme bei Verhandlungen immer, was ich will, und das habe ich diesen Jungspund gleich spüren lassen. Aber Elian fordert mich nicht nur heraus, er weckt auch eine Sehnsucht in mir, die über Verlangen hinausgeht.

Welcome to the Hayes Pack. It all started with four men, brought together by fate, connected in more powerful ways than they’d ever imagined. Old legends surface, and ancient powers awaken, but so do enemies. In this third and last box set, which contains books seven, eight, nine, and ten plus bonus materials, we see six more men fall in love as events come to an epic conclusion.

The Cold Case Squad has a problem: Someone won’t stop taunting Detective Everett Larkin. He’s been able to apprehend some of the worst criminals to ever stalk the streets of New York City, thanks in great part to forensic artist and boyfriend, Ira Doyle, but after their last case, events have taken a turn for the worse. A body recovered from the Hudson River bears a message addressed to Larkin and another token from Victorian mourning culture.

Book two in The Jilted Exes' Club series.

It's my last season playing college hockey, and I'm determined to help get the team all the way to championships this year. Unfortunately, whether I actually get to be on the ice depends on how well I do in statistics. I need a tutor, and the one person my professor swears can help me refuses to even give me the time of day. I've been into Maddox since the first time I saw him, but he's not into jocks—and he doesn't even acknowledge my existence. When I finally ask if he'll tutor me, he shuts me down immediately. But I'm not one to give up.

Der 18-jährige Mason hat alles, was er will: eine tolle Freundin, einen besten Kumpel, einen Freundeskreis, mit dem man richtig gut feiern kann, und nächstes Jahr geht es endlich aufs College. Vor ihm liegt ein Sommer voller Partys am Strand und fauler Nachmittage am Pool. Doch alles gerät ins Wanken, als Jackson in die Kleinstadt Naples in Florida zieht. Der Neue ist so geheimnisvoll wie anziehend, und plötzlich weiß Mason nicht mehr, was er denken geschweige denn fühlen soll. Er liebt doch Emily! Oder? Warum fühlt er sich zu Jackson, einem Kerl, so wahnsinnig hingezogen?

Charlie never asked to be turned into a vampire. In fact, the whole thing was a drunken mistake. One minute, he was minding his own business, the next, some idiot vampire bit him on a dare—and then immediately regretted it and abandoned him. Now Charlie is very bad at being undead. He faints at the sight of blood, refuses to bite people, and spends his days trying to survive on beet juice, cherry Kool-Aid, and sheer denial. The vampire world wants nothing to do with him, and honestly? He gets it.

Das Leben von Jude gleicht einem Glücksspiel—er weiß nie, wie die Würfel fallen. Meistens nicht zu seinen Gunsten, dieses Mal schiebt ihm Fortuna allerdings ein Ass in den Ärmel. Er bekommt nicht nur einen Neuanfang mit schickem Haus samt Vorzeigefamilie, sondern auch den ersehnten Platz im Team der Highschool-Eishockeymannschaft.

Diana Parker ist die erfolgreichste Anwältin Atlantas und lässt ihre Umgebung das auch gerne wissen. Sie ist ambitioniert, skrupellos, anspruchsvoll – wenn sie nur ihr Privatleben und ihre gescheiterte Ehe so sicher im Griff hätte wie ihre Kanzlei. Als ihr eine neue Assistentin mit hellblauen Augen, niedlichem Südstaatenakzent und einer pink gefärbten Haarsträhne zugeteilt wird, ist Diana überzeugt, dass die Kleine es nicht lange machen wird.

No family, no home. No one would care if I disappeared. I wouldn't survive another year on my own. In a desperate attempt to survive, I volunteered as tribute to the barbarians after hearing they now accepted males. At least if I died, I would have done something good by sparing someone else. But it wasn't at all what I was expecting.

Twenty years ago, monsters rose on earth and began a new age of civilization. One where humans live in military-controlled, cramped and dirty cities along the coasts, and the majority of the United States is known as the Wastes. A lawless, desolate and dangerous place, teeming with monsters that have claimed the land for their own. Including Wyn the Soul Eater. He appears every three years, making his way across the country and slaughtering humans randomly, sucking them dry until they’re nothing but husks.

Is it really wrong to want to murder your boss? Dylan has worked for Gabe for two years. Two long years of sarcastic comments. Two long years of insults, and having to redo the coffee pot four times in the mornings to meet his exacting standards. Not surprisingly he has devoted a lot of time to increasingly inventive ways to murder Gabe. From stabbing him with a cake fork, to garrotting him with his expensive tie, Dylan has thought of everything. However, a chance encounter opens his eyes to the attraction that has always lain between them, concealed by the layers of antipathy.

After years of drowning myself in parties, hookups, and pain, all it takes is one viral sex tape to be given a choice: Hide out on an island or lose my trust fund. Having to share a room with the one man I let hurt me is my worst nightmare. I’m the broken shell of the boy he walked away from on the worst day of my life. I hate him almost as much as I hate myself.

I didn’t know the house I broke into belonged to a mafioso, and now my revenge arc is a lot more complicated. 7 years ago, I died. Nameless, forgotten, left in a ditch after an overdose. I don’t know who saved me or why. God? Satan? A good Samaritan whose name I'll never know? It doesn't really matter. I don’t know who I used to be. My name, my past, they were buried. But somehow, I'm still here. I'm not the only one the Sleepless Reapers have used and abused, but I will be the last, if I have anything to say about it. I don’t need the attention of a mafioso.