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She kisses me under the fake mistletoe, thinking I’m someone else. She calls it a mistake—a mix-up she’d rather forget. I intend to prove otherwise, because one taste of Brandy Bloom and I know I’m in trouble. She’s all curves, sass, and Christmas sparkle—dressed like a sinfully sexy elf. I offer her one night, and she agrees. But I want more. I just met the woman of my dreams, and I crave everything she has to give—her easy laugh, the fire in her eyes, and the way she fits perfectly in my arms. She thinks one night has to be enough. But I disagree.

Chloe Deems is a plus-sized girl with pink hair and an attitude - she owns her curves. Which is one reason she’s so upset when she gets abducted by aliens and forced to live in a Smart House designed to make her lose weight. She has to weigh in every day and the smart-aleck talking scale decides what she’s allowed to eat. To Chloe, it seems like things just can’t get any worse...until a prospective buyer comes to look her over. Tark is a Beast Kindred who has been on the outside looking in his whole life.

Have you ever wanted to prove someone wrong so badly that you could taste it? It doesn’t matter if they’re right. The fact that they had the audacity to go there is what counts. Hi. It’s me. I’m that person.

I, Cooper Rock, baseball god, worshipper of women, hometown hero, beloved son and brother, and owner of a well-deserved ego, have always reached for the stars. Usually in baseball. In love? Nah. When you’ve played the field as much as I have and haven’t been bit by the bug, you’re immune. Or so I thought until she walked back into my life.

Chloe Kingston’s life is exactly how she needs it: safe and stable. Right up until her reliable, low-risk fiancé jilts her on their fairy-tale wedding day. As she works her way through the reception champagne - and wonders where she’s going to live - she stumbles into her brother Linc’s ex-best friend.

Betrayed. Not just by our allies, but by the dark goddess who sent me on this doomed mission in the first place. Now, my monsters and I are prisoners of the dark fae warlord, pawns in his endless war games. But nothing in Midnight is ever what it seems. Not the warlord. Not our enemies. And not the vile magick humming beneath the surface, calling to me in ways I’m ashamed to admit to anyone... Anyone but him.

War is on our doorstep. The odds have never been so bleak. The Dark Goddess invades from the south, an unstoppable army of ghouls at her command. Darkwinter gathers in the north, their attack imminent. Rebel factions divide the realm, undermining Keradoc’s rule and leaving Midnight ripe for invasion. And with every passing night, we sink deeper into the torments of our own souls, the secrets of the past as dangerous as the enemies of the present.

I never wanted to be a pet—especially not the pet of an arrogant Alien Overlord. Now I’m stuck on his spaceship, learning to walk on a leash and eating a disgusting concoction called “human chow.” Also, Sir demands that I go through “training” of the extra-spicy variety in order to display "proper pet behavior," whatever that means. Will I ever get back to Earth? You’ll have to listen to The Overlord’s Pet to find out.

He says he has the power to destroy my company. I say with a husband like him, who needs enemies. But I can survive this six month calamity. All I have to do is keep hating him....

Dash Kingston is living the rock ‘n’ roll dream. Fame, money, groupies, rolling up to red-carpet events in his baby, a Ferrari V12. Until a very real baby scare threatens to bring it all crashing down. Talk about a wake-up call. Dash knows things need to change. But to clean up his playboy image, he’s going to need help from the second-biggest mistake he ever made - a California blonde who blew his mind and left him with a scary case of the feels that sent him running. Now he needs a fake girlfriend, and she’s the perfect woman for the job.

As heir to Ardinmuir, Connor MacKean had one job: fulfill the marriage pact that's held his family captive for 300 years. Except his sister's the one who took the plunge, and now there's nothing standing in the way of him finding a real and lasting love. Nothing except the fact that the object of his affections has never seen him as anything more than her best friend's little brother.

Isobel Yates is a single mom with no time for romance, but the Goddess has other plans for her. Hail is a Dark Kindred. Since emotions are outlawed on his home world, he is learning to feel now that he lives on the Mother Ship. Strong emotions are bad news, though—they bring out the part of his DNA that is Bolaxian Beast, a race of beings known for their fierce breeding lust. Isobel is afraid to trust the huge Kindred warrior with her heart and the safety of her young son but when fate throws them together, she has no choice.

My ex-wife and husband number two are filming in Poland for three months, so I’m turning down movie parts to focus on the most important role of my life—impossibly charming and somewhat capable young single dad. My son won't stop asking questions. My daughter won't brush her teeth unless I sing her showtunes. Our regular nanny quit. The only person I could trust to hire as a temp nanny is my best friend’s sister. If Mary Poppins and Bill Murray had a baby it would be Willa. Fresh out of grad school and beautifully weird. She hates my movies, and my kids adore her.

Stefan Sabbioni showed up uninvited in my bedroom on my 16th birthday. He stood in the shadows, smelling of whiskey and death and wrapped a broken, blood-crusted necklace around my neck. I thought he’d strangle me with it. That night, he left a message for my father. He said he’d be back to take something precious. I never delivered that message, though. I wonder if things would be different if I had because now, two years later, he’s back. And he’s not hiding in any shadows.

I crave adventure and a real man, the kind who sweeps a woman off her feet and steals her breath away. But all I get in grad school is losers who don't even know how to kiss. My friends talk me into a day trip to an Old West ghost town for "fun." It's a truly lame excursion—until I'm catapulted back in time and straight into the arms of Sheriff Nathaniel Fortescue, the hottest British cowboy ever. Kylie Drummond is not like any woman in the Devil's Outlands. She speaks strangely and dresses strangely, but unlike anyone else in this town, she does not fear me. That's her first mistake.

Dangerous and wild, I only know him as Soren. My captor, my tormentor. He forces me to walk miles on end and refuses to tell me why. All he does is stare… And it sets my body on fire. He's a muscular giant with raw, unbridled needs. If I run, he'll catch me. If I fight, he'll pin me down. And worst of all… I'm beginning to like it. But what I fear the most is that he lives for it. Everyone knows a beast can't be chained. One way or another… his darkest needs will always come out to play.

I was Air Force Pararescue. Until a helo crash ended my career. I lost everything. Including myself. Then a scarred, broken man offered me a job. It’s illegal, irresponsible, and dangerous. Those I treat can’t go to the hospital. Or the authorities. I don’t ask questions. Don’t get close. It’s a lonely existence.

Dr. Caroline Lambert has a PhD in astro-temporal physics but no clue about matters of the heart. Married to her work, she has built a machine called PORTAL, capable of opening a window into other universes. She believes it is only for observation, so imagine her horror when she finds herself sucked through the window and right into a whole other world - a world that seems stuck in the past, around the time of the Victorian era. Now, Caroline must deal with hoop skirts and elaborate etiquette, not to mention all the dangers of the past.

Dear Fiona: I hope this letter finds you well—and by well, I mean significantly less infuriated than you were yesterday. I’ve wanted to continue our conversation from the night we met, but there are so many things I can’t say or do, now that I’m your professor. As an anonymous letter writer, I can give you some idea of what I have planned for us, once the year is over. As an author, I can share my work in progress with you. Not for you to critique but to show you how much you mean to me.

Everyone on Main Street has been talking about Evan Hunter, the British movie star who’ll be filming on location in our small Pacific Northwest town for a couple of months, and all I have to say about that is: “Who?” When he shows up two weeks early to escape the London paparazzi after breaking up with some starlet, all I want to know is: “So?” When he walks into the gym that I manage for my dad and brothers, to start training for the action scenes in his movie, I’ll admit I do say to myself: “Hmmm...”