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Four young women enter into a clandestine auction to be married to the highest bidders. For no less than a million dollars a year, for three years, each woman will do what it takes to secure her future. Entangled in a high-stakes game of money, lust, power, and the hope for absolution, this group of women becomes a sisterhood unlike any other.

Plucked out of the Collector’s Pens, auctioned off to a vampire contingent, and sent across the ocean to the Alpha Territories was not exactly how I planned to spend my week. Actually, scratch that. I had planned the first bit. But I was supposed to be sold to the werewolves so I could save my friend from a fate worse than death. Instead, the bloodsuckers have me and so far? It's not going great. I've been shoved into a corset and made to look like an extra on the cast of Bridgerton, all to take part in the Harvest Games....

Hours of best friends-to-lovers, steamy hockey players, laugh-out-loud banter, fake girlfriends, forbidden roommates, and surprise babies… all in one bingeable box set.

Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position and some I didn't know were possible. Life is pretty incredible. Until I wake up in his chateau in France alone. On the bed next to me is a note. There are only four words: "He belongs to me."

Autumn Scott is the second woman at Six Chicks Real Estate to fall victim to "The Ad": "Beautiful, successful single woman in search of a wealthy, handsome man to help her get pregnant the old-fashioned way. Financial validation a must. Serious inquiries only. DM for more info." Problem number one? It works, a little too well, one could argue. Problem number two? Autumn has a dark tragic past keeping her from trusting men at all, let alone wanting a baby with one. Problem number three? Seven St. John doesn't take no for an answer, in the sexiest possible way.

Four young women enter into a clandestine auction to be married to the highest bidders. For no less than a million dollars a year, for three years, each woman will do what it takes to secure her future. Entangled in a high-stakes game of money, lust, power, and the hope for absolution, this group of women becomes a sisterhood unlike any other.

You never forget your wedding day. Or the moment your twin sister pukes on your bouquet and confesses she's pregnant...with your fiance's baby. I wanted to get away, to hide until my heart mended. I found myself in a strange town with a mysterious stranger whose talented mouth and hands almost made me forget it was supposed to be my wedding night. Afraid to go home to face my broken life, I pretend to be my twin so I can take her job in Jackson Harbor caring for a six-year-old girl. Imagine my surprise when I find out my new boss is my mysterious stranger - Dr. Ethan Jackson.

I came to Werewolf Territory to rescue my brother...and now he's gone. With a war for the crown on the horizon and the monstrous Hunters just days away, I've got to say goodbye to the only family I had left, and it's killing me. Worse, I can't help blaming Dominic for not keeping him safe—even if it is irrational. My heart is shattered—I feel like I've lost them both.

From New York Times best-selling author Lexi Ryan comes a sexy new stand-alone romance about a woman torn between two men, searching for missing memories that could hold the key to her future.

Three things you should know: I’m a pro on the ice, a smartass in the locker room, and head-over-skates for the coach’s daughter. She’s grumpy, gorgeous, and completely off-limits, and not just because her dad is a legendary hardass who will separate my nuts from the rest of me if he finds out about us. Remy is the hardest-working woman in hockey, determined to leave the admin world behind and start a coaching career of her own. She has goals. Rules. Boundaries. Walls around her heart more impenetrable than the glass around the rink.

It started with a window that was jammed shut. Pretty simple, right? All I wanted was to open the windows while I tidied the house. I'd been after my no-good husband to do it for months, but he never did. And then he shacked up with his secretary, leaving me with a pile of bills, husband-free for the first time in 10 years, and with a house that was falling apart. The ad popped up on the side of my social media feed - a local contracting agency willing to do pretty much anything. Since I don't really know a screwdriver from a ratchet, I gave them a call.

I was a 68 Whiskey - a combat medic. So when I hear someone shout "MEDIC!", training just kicks in. It's automatic, immediate. I don't think I even saw the guy whose leg I tended to, not really. All I saw was him. Zane Badd. His tuxedo fit him like he'd been sewn into it, and his eyes reflected the fury and the hardness of a combat veteran, but when he looked at me, he just...softened. By the time I had his brother patched, Zane and I were both covered in blood, and I knew I had to have him.

Nothing wrecks an already bad day faster than almost getting hit by a car. But then he rescued me. My mysterious, sexy savior wore danger as easily as he wore his black-on-black clothes. And still, I wasn't afraid of him. I should've been. Because after one misunderstanding, the man I thought would love me forever showed me just how ruthless and cold he really is. I trusted him with my heart once and it broke me. I can't afford to make that mistake again.

Thysandra's world is falling apart. Rebels have overthrown the fae empire she's served for centuries. Worse, she's the one who caused the defeat—tricked into treason by her longtime nemesis and romantic obsession, Naxi, who then promptly abandoned her again, like the empathy-lacking demon she is. Execution by rebels would be a relief at this point. Instead, the bastards name her High Lady of the very court she just betrayed. Punishment or reward, Thys isn't quite sure.

A small town, fake dating, ex's brother romance from Amazon bestselling author Susan Henshaw. Christy: After a brutal breakup, I swore to never step on Seddledowne soil again. But then the school board begs me to be their new principal. It's my dream job. Working with my ex or living by my toxic family? It's a no brainer. The students are great. The ex didn't freak. Things are good. Until my sister FaceTimes while I'm at the gym, unveiling a humiliating Find Christy a Husband scheme. I'm praying for a Savior. Suddenly, I'm being kissed—intensely—as my family watches.

One year ago, I buried my husband. One year ago, I held his hand and said goodbye. Now I spend most of my days lost somewhere between trying to remember every smallest detail of our lives, and trying to forget it all. I fill my hours with work until I’m too exhausted to remember him, to feel anything at all. One year, 365 days - and then one knock at my door changes everything. A letter from him, a last request, a secret will: My dearest Nadia, trust me, my love. One last time, trust me. Sometimes the epilogue to one story is the beginning of another.

For my 30th birthday, I'm giving myself the one thing I want most: a baby. Sure, this would be easier if I had a husband - or even a boyfriend - but I refuse to be thwarted by minor details. When I drunkenly confess my plans to my friends, they convince me to ask Jake Jackson for help. Jake, the best friend who's been there for me through thick and thin. Jake, who also happens to be smart, funny, ridiculously good looking, and the winner of all the genetic lotteries.

Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That's what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I'd get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can't get any worse of a day without someone actually dying. So...I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous...and landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half wasted and heartbroken.

So now I’m on the run from his maniacal successor, with a critically wounded vampire prince who needs feeding and the maid who loves him at my side. And I thought the Harvest Games were bad….

Hunter McQuaid is definitely a fish out of water. Or maybe a shark out of the tank. He's a cocky, arrogant, playboy. Something he shouldn't be considering he can barely scrape together the rent for his craptastic apartment.